As they continued onward, they could see some children playing on the grass to the left. Before reaching a walled in shrine on the same side.

As they crossed the river on a stone bridge, they came to the stable, as seen by the corral with a few horses.

And then they came to the Blue Dragon Inn, perhaps a remnant from when the Dragon Armies had control over this area.

Olven Wolf nods toward the inn.  "What say we take a break from the road?" he says, nodding toward the Blue Dragon.  Inside the village, he relaxes his guard a bit, though he still stays sharp, just in case.

Jarlianthas nods in agreement and dismounts.  "It would seem a decent place.  Sam would you tie my horse up to the post, please?"

OOC: Yes I've named my bodyguard Sam... MUAHAHAHA

"Of course," Sam said and dismounted. He then tied both horses to the post in question.

But he didn't get further than that before someone came out from the inn.

"You can't leave your horses there," he said. "You'll have to take them to the stable across the street." And pointed in the direction the heroes had come.

"Oh?"  Jarl asked with a raised eyebrow.  "My apologies, we'll head over there right away.  By the way, I am Jarlianthas Erethriel... may I make your aquaintance?"  He asked with his hand outstretched in the Human fashion for hand-shaking.

"I'm Marcus Morningstar," the man said and shook Jarl's hand. "My brother owns the inn. And though we have a small stable for our guests, there's too many of you. And the stable is the only place that can take care of that many."

"Well met Marcus.  After we see to our steeds at the stable, we shall be in the inn."  With a nod at the crew, Jarl leads his horse to the stables assuming everyone with follow.

D'aden drives tje wagon to the stable, but leaves the horses hitched. He busies himself with straightening the packed materials to account for their in transit shifting, then pulls out his mandolin and plucks a few desultory notes before trying his hand at a tune.

On the road again
Here I am out on the road again
The life I love is going where I haven't been
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

The heroes backtracked, opened the gate to the corral, and led the horses in. One of the lads working there pointed to a building where they could park the wagon. When D’aden started singing one of the lads working there started to unhitch the horses from the wagon.
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D'aden addresses the boy unhitching the horses, "There may be no need of that, lad. I'm not sure how long we'll be here. Do you get many travellers coming through?"
Perhaps he can learn something from the stable boys, especially if everyone through has to tie their horses in the same stable.

"We get a few," the boy said. "If the inn's capacity if filled. And if you're not staying, you're better of parking your wagon on the other side of the inn where there is room to keep your horses hitched. But no one is watching over them there."
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"Perhaps the horses would be better off unhitched, then. Since that would mean staying a while, how's the fishing in the river?"
Although he begins with a question about the river, D'aden is engaging the lad in conversation to see if there is anything about the village, or the inn, that his companions should be aware of.

Olven Wolf stays behind a moment to watch the ostlers with the horses, then, satisfied, turns to the rest.  "Anyone care for a drink while we rest a bit?" he asks, nodding his head over toward the inn.  "If so, I'm buying."

Jarlianthas grins broadly, "One never refuses a free drink, friend."  That said, he follows Olven into the inn.

"The fishers fish in the sea," the boy said. "And the fishing's good there, but I don't know about the river."


The heroes headed over to the inn, making sure that D'aden knew where they had gone. There was a staircase up to the second floor balcony right outside the door to the inn.

Inside the quiet was broken only by the fire in the fireplace, though it was not yet burning as it would in the evening, and of bartenders and barmaids preparing for the evening where they could be seen and lesser noises from the unseen kitchen.

The first rectangular table was right in front of them when they entered, but the inn quickly turned to the right to reveal two more tables, another staircase leading upward, and the bar. Further along and to the left, the inn twisted again, reveling more tables and another fireplace.

There were two benches at most of the tables and six stools at the bar. The man behind the bar, must be the owner, Marcus’ brother. And the two maids wiping the tables had to be his daughters, one in her late teens and the other in her early twenties. Likely taking after their mother, as they where neither short nor stocky.

“What can I do for you,” the man behind the bar asked.

D'aden takes his line and hooks from the packed wagon, smiles at the lad, and says, "I'll let you know."
Taking his mandolin and quarterstaff as well, he ambles towards the river. Attempting to avoid stepping on anyone's garden.
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The closest way to the river took D'aden past the mill and what likely was the miller's house. And after some time fishing, he pulled up a fish about a foot long.

After looking closely at the fish, D'aden returns the way he came. He walks along whistling a completely unrecognizable tune as he considers where the fish could be properly prepared. Perhaps the boy at the stable would know, he wants to show him that the fishing isn't bad in the river anyway.

Returning the way he came, he soon was back at the stable.
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"I am Jarlianthas of Kalaman.  Have you any news good innkeeper?  I would have an elven wine, if you have any."
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D'aden returns to the wagon, hoping the stable boys will be around and would like some fish (nobody properly tips stable boys). Knowing that it would be more likely that they find him than he find them, he goes to the wagon and pulls his mandolin from its resting place. While waiting for the stable boys, he tunes his instrument, and begins to play some simple melodies.

"Right.  I'll pay for his drink," Olven Wolf offers.  "And I'll take an ale." 

As Olven leans against the bar, he looks around casually.  "We ran into a giant on the way here last night," he says.  "He said the war had made it hard for his people to thrive anymore.  Any giants around here lately?"

"That's 5 copper pennies," the bartender said, clearly wanting to be paid before he poured the drinks. But showing a bottle of elven wine, to establish that he had the stuff.

"I didn't even see any giants during the war when the dragon armies were in control. And now that they're gone, I don't expect to see any during my life time."

As soon as D'aden returned to the stable, he saw that the stable boy already was there.

D'aden will give the fish to the stable boys, and then plunk out tunes on his mandolin as he relaxes with the wagon. Not being much for crowds, he is considering sleeping in the stable.