A wizard walks into a bar...

On the path leading from the North Ride, Lanius in robes torn and burnt from recent battle walks towards the Royal Oak, a pair of items are under each of his arms, both wrapped in cuttings from the robes of his assailants. Despite his injuries he’s smiling quite proudly, a bounce in his step as he wanders the track. Providing small thanks to the open door, he strides to the nearest table, announcing gleefully for everyone’s attention as he slam both onto the table. His attention focused on one in particular, he gingerly unwraps the cloth, revealing a petrified chicken, his needs words laced with clear bemusement, “Behold…Shyntra.”