Phox
Much sooner than Phox would have liked, he found himself at the Arach Village gate. Reaching up to knock, he paused. This was it. He knocked.
"Who goes there?" Phox had planned on announcing himself, but then a thought struck him. "Some tired travellers with urgent information." There were some shuffling noises on the other side of the gate, then the door swung inward.
The guard was obviously not overly concerned for the villages safety, since he didn't even carry a weapon. The guard scanned the odd party with a sweeping gaze, openly curious at the various states of the members. Well, unconcious people are prone to attract attention... The guard, not sure of who had replied through the door, asked in their generally direction, "So what's this urgent information?"
Phox pointed back the way they had come. "A small fishing village in that direction was entirely slaughtered, and whatever did it is roaming these lands." The guard looked as if he wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. "This is a matter for the council, then. I'll contact them immediately, and they'll decide what actions to take on this claim." The guard turned to leave but Phox stopped him. "If you plase, my companions and I haven't had any sleep for the last few days. Could you point us to an inn or hostel of some sort?" The guard pointed down the street and said, "Yeah, down that way. Eventually you'll come to a sign. If you're staying, I'll need your names."
The moment of truth... Phox thought. "These two are Wyn and Dominick, the unconciousone is Alvar, and I'm Phox."
The guard looked at him oddly when he heard Phox's name, and then said he'd look for them at the Bed and Breakfast he had pointed out for them. With that he took off down a side street, without closing the town gate.
"Well, this will get interesting." Phox said aloud, half to his companions, half to break the silence. After everyone got through, Phox closed that gate.
[OOC: Sorry my style is a little off, I'm not very clear headed right now...]