The whole of the storm I spent inside my building, hoping my friends and the members of the church are alright. By the time the wind has settled, I decide it is really not safe to be checking on anyone, with the power still out, but I feel an immense need to be out of this small place. I bundle up and head out into the streets, wandering a bit until I see candlelight in the Inn. Alcohol is more easily avoided there, I think, and that makes it a better choice than the Tavern. After all, I feel the need for the sounds of people about me, even if I am sitting on my own. I resolve, then, to enter and find myself at a table along a wall of the Inn, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light. It's assuring to be around people, to know that there are indeed townsfolk that made it through alright--even if I don't recognize them all.