It is the next morning! Unless Tark or Pyrus offered her a place to sleep, Zerry actually slept in the stables with the horses because they have bodies like hers, so maybe they have better sleeping arrangements? And besides, this was where they were supposed to meet Jamie for heading off to Parnast.

Pyrus is enjoying a bacon and egg sandwich for breakfast.  Dining area of the inn, of course.  He's about ready to move on to the stables.

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Jamie walks down after her own morning wake-up routine with her Squirrel minion in toe.  "Let's get some breakfast before we go, Sarah," she said.

  Tark has thanked the nameless staff for their hospitality, while on a similar snack timetable to Pyrus.  "I don't suppose you've been to Parnast before Pyrus? I've never felt the need to get around to it until now."

  He waves good morning to Moose and Squirrel Jamie and Sarah, as they show up.

Zerry, seeing nobody at the stables yet, decides to run over to the place she met everyone. Maybe they were hungry like her? And sure enough, there is the group she met yesterday. "Goooood morning!" she says, having burst through the door. A person or two in the place look shocked at a centaur barging in after having already watched a half-orc sit down to dine.

Because as usual, Tark is getting a lot of sideways glances and looks of caution.

Pyrus headshakes to Tark's question and waves in welcome to Zerry, Jamie, and the mystery squirrel.

"Well technically I was there briefly while on a hunt for a bandit, but I wasn't there any longer than it took to ask around if he had passed through.  Which he had.  So I promptly left to give chase.  But I was not there long enough to become more than slightly familiar."

"Well, good morning, Zerry," Jamie said as she picked up a couple crepes and a bottle of juice. "How was your morning?  I hope my minion here didn't trip you that bad."  She scritched Sarah on her head.

Zerry says, "Oh nice! Then you can be our guide there, Pyrus!"

Zerry looks at Jamie, laughs and stomps her four hooves in very quick succession to sound like a horse running full-tilt. "Trip me? Ha! I have four hooves on the ground! It's very hard to trip me. What happened was she ran into me and tripped over me, then freaked out over how injured I was as if I were the one who tripped! I think she has first-person dislexia." You have NO idea how right you are, Zerry. "But I will be more than happy to help her!"

Zerry gallops over to the table where Pyrus and Tark are at, looks at Tark, hoping Tark will say good morning back to her, a biiig, eager grin on her face.
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