Asher will rejoin the party at the Sparrow and Briar. Once seated and alone with the group, Asher removes the dagger, ring, and amulets from his sash and lays them on the table.

"I do not claim to be knowledgable in these things, but I belive this is a very good dagger. The amulets, we all know well enough, but, I am curious about the ring, do any of you know if it has value?"

OOC: Rogues? Can we get some Appraise/know arcana checks on these items?

OOC:  no appraise here.  However, Vil requested a "take 20" for a knowledge arcana check on each of the items...

Jas
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"Let me take a look at that," Garryn offers.

OOC: rolled a 13 on appraise check.

After examining the dagger for a while Garryn states," Well, it is clearly a very well made dagger, I'd expect to pay 300 gold for an equivalent weapon, but that's all I can tell at the moment."

Vil will continue to take 20...

Knowing that it is useless to return to his previous work, at least for tonight, Hau'dn tags along with the others, taking a seat at the table with them.

He winces as he sits down, "I suppose I should take a look at that." he comments half to himself as he glances down to where Garryn stabbed him.

The bard's comment reminds Asher how tenuous his grip on consciousness is. He looks down at his own blistering flesh and bleeding gash and closes his eyes for a second in silent meditation,

"There is no body, only Ki; within Ki there is no pain..." His zen failing him for the moment, he smiles to himself, "And with three days of bedrest, these wounds should heal."
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The common room of the Sparrow and Briar is partially filled with patrons, the various wooden tables occupied.  The party sits at a largish, hickory table scarred with small burns and the impact rings of long-ago mugs of ale thumped down hard.  The circle of faces belonging to the party members looks, in a word, exhausted.  Aine appears pale and haggard, her wounds still very much an issue.  Dominique also seems tired--although physically uninjured, the priest has utilized every spell at his disposal this day.  Caylin, somewhat singed, doesn't seem quite as tired, packing his pipe and calling out for another ale.

Hau'dn, his day spent poring over old maps and evening spent rescuing guardsmen and being thrown in with this motley crew, also looks drawn and weary.  Asher is another sorely wounded, and draws upon his monkish devotions to stem the twin tides of pain and exhaustion.  Villhalas is also worn--his intent scrutiny of of the necklace, ring, and dagger laid on the table is yielding little of informative value.  Garryn, with Caylin, appears the most awake and least injured.

And then there is the large, course-featured human who sits at the table--an apparent peasant that Caylin has insisted is actually Totmacher.  Since the party was led here to the inn by the guardsmen, no one has said a word, and only the deposition of the ring, necklace, and dagger onto the table has elicited any conversation since the party left the manor.

A large, corpulent man brings several bowls of a savory-smelling goat stew and sets them in front of the companions, bringing Caylin's second ale along with an unrequested second round for everyone else.  "Alderman's compliments," the man murmurs as he deposits food and drink, then moves away.

"Dom, I know today has been especially taxing on you, but would you be able to detect any enchantments on these items tomorrow?" Garryn asks the weary priest as the meal and second round arrive.

"Lets have a toast to well-met strangers and a successful conclusion to a messy affair," Garryn says to his companions, old and new. After quickly downing his original drink and setting it aside he looks again at the items on the table and turns to Hau'dn, "Now we have traded blows, and shared a meal, lets hope the future holds more of the latter, the former did neither of us any good. You and Asher were lucky arrivals and we are happy to share equally in our rewards...to that end I wonder if in your travels you've collected any lore that might shed light upon the value of the items we have acquired?"

While the others assess the items he has taken from Zante, Asher turns a curious eye to the large, plain, human figure. Squinting slightly, head slightly cocked in wonderment, the monk tries to see past the illusion that is supposedly disguising the half-beast companion of the party.

Asher responds to Garryn genuinely, albeit somewhat absently, his focus on the plain man, "Thank you for your generosity; this adventure was a far cry from my life with the order, but I was oddly spirited away by the excitement of it. Will you still be interested in my helping you meet with Arkexis, then? I know his caravan was due to leave just a day or two behind that which I guarded into town. We may find him at the customs house as early as tomor-- Cay, are sure this is your beastly friend? I see no resemblance save the axe."

OOC: Sorry about the disjointed and somewhat interuptive post, I hadn't seen Garryn's post until after I completed this.
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Smiling slightly at the scene of the motley crew of 'heroes' gathered around the table, Villhalas excuses himself with a brief "I best see about our lodging".  Before departing, however, Vil clasps the shoulder of their 'newcomer'.  Clearly making every effort to restrain an outburst of laughter, he adds - "Good to have you back by the way - Servant Boy."

V

OOC:  We need to get Tot up to one of our Rooms asap.  Not sure how long his illusion will last.  Last thing we need right now is for his true form to emerge out of the blue..
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Tot will lift his bowl and drink the brew.

Once finished, he will turn towards Hau'dn's bowl and suck down his as well.

Then, not looking too amused, proceed to belch and effuse the oral flatulence in the direction of Hau'dn.
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"If you're going to sit with civilized people you're going to need to learn some manners, but for now perhaps you should retire," Garryn says icily to the unfamiliar human sitting at the table. Garryn turns to Hau'dn and laments, "It is a sad when someone overcompensates for their childlike bit'n'pieces by acting boorishly towards one's superiors. For the rest of our company, I apologize." Garryn then flags down the closests server and asks that another bowl be brought.

"I am beginning to see the resemblence." Asher nods.

Hau'dn nods, accepting Garryn's comments silently, glancing at the items, he replies quietly, "I can go one better, I can examine them for enchantments but it may be wiser to wait until we are in some place more private.

"However if you will allow me to do so I will examine them in a less obvious manner to determine if I have heard anything that may shed a tale or two about these items."

Hau'dn extends his hands for the items.