"We leaves the kidth here with Jameson.  They be safes.  We gost back to Treel.  We sit inst bar and talks about mines and cult.  Donst sez nose names.  Nose accuses.  Makes sssure everones hears us sost word ist spredsht.  Says we goest to mines toes frees slaves.  Then we goest to woods.  Waits for Centaurs to comes to us.  Bam! Sock! Pow! Weeeze defends us-self moist empha .. emphart ... hard."

Her speech maybe slurred, but if you can decode it, she almost sounds coherent.

"I will not participate in a plan to ambush and murder people. The only way I will be going back to Triel is with Lord Dhelt after we have given him proof that the mines are using slave labor for the Dragon Cult."

Byron puts his hand on Roen's shoulder and speaks softly to him.

Easy Roen.  Part of her plan is actually good.  The part I like will depend on Lorrik and the Jameson's cooperation for Lorrik and his sisters to stay here while we go to Scornubel and back.  It cuts down on the innocents being with us and should allow us to travel faster as we don't have to worry about them in case of any conflict.  I'm in agreement that we aren't going to go into Triel and start looking for trouble.  However, should any of the Centauri's attack us on the open road, well they take their chances in battle just as we do.

Amara listened, but didn't intercede at this point.

Twiggy giggles at Myarra's speech but likes her plan "How is it murder Roen? The only ones that come to attack us are ones who know that they have mines and are using slaves. This group can't claim ignorance of the fact."

No, Twiggy. Roen is right about that.  We don't need to deliberately start trouble in Treil or anywhere else for that matter.  We will get another crack at Nelson and his cronies as well as the CoD.  When we do, they will regret it.

"Mr. Fanshy Pansh paldin aint doin squat.  Aint hish problem. Aint hish landsh.  Only onesh whose canst protec Treel ish ush.

I canst sshtand bullies.  And I refushst to twalerate shwavery.

It shure aint murder if theyst coming to killsh ush in twa foresht.  They aint comin to invites ush to tea.  Itsh schimple to void our twap.  Dwon't be murdros thwugs.  But I'll schtill lets them stwike firsht.  I schware."

She bangs her now empty mug on the table then stares at it.  "Thatch goods schtuff.  Ish that shinnamon?"

"I think it's time for bed for certain of us," Amara said, looking at Myarra specifically. "We can finish making plans tomorrow."

"Are yous all gonna be heroes?" Vernon asked Twiggy, even though he couldn't hear him "Cuz, I agree with Roen there. You's can't be plannin' murder and be's a hero."

"The sexshy wizzerd is right." Myarra replies, turning her attention away from battle planning.  "Aliaaa ... Aleena ... sexshy libwarian, you wants ta go to bed now?" she says to Aliana, or possibly her parrot.

Sister Aliana looked at Myarra with a smile.
"I think some sleep sounds great.  We could share a room, perhaps tell ghost stories, perhaps?"

Myarra stumbles to her feet and over to her friend, leaning on her a little to keep balance.  "Schweep?  Oh, yesh, schweep. Thatch what I meant, youse know.  Schweep.

But ifs either of yoursh parrots meanshons ghosht, I'll schmak ta whittle headsh together sho hard they'll shee whittle wibwarians fwying aroundst tem." She shudders.  Even thinking of ghosts sends cold shivers along her alcohol-deadened nerves.

Kali places her hand on Myarra's.
"Yes....sleep time, and definatly NO ghost stories. Come Myarra....lets go up. You can tell me some more hilariously funny tales about Byron."

She stands up, struggling to help the woman up and to her room

Sister Aliana took Myarra's other side

Twiggy shrugged not wanting to argue the finer points of being an adventurer and how the majority of the time it involves killing.  Instead he let it go "So what is the plan forward then? We can go get supplies and transportation while some rest."

We definitely need to make sure we have enough supplies for where we go next.  First, we need to look at transportation to Scornubel.  Going on a passenger/freighter boat will probably be the fastest and safest way to get there and back.  Affording the boat may be the issue.  We don't want to split the party up.  That will be asking for trouble.

"Well, I don't have any money, so I can't afford to go on a boat ride. I could stay here with the kids while the rest of you go to Scornubel for Vernon. Remember, I have his bones that need to be buried."

"Someone will pay for you, Roenthelm. And yes, we all want to let Vernon rest in peace."

Myarra wraps her arms around her two friends shoulders.  "Kaali, hast I menshuned thats yuv gots reawy butiful whiskers?" She reaches up and pats the druid on the head. "Pwetty kitty," she says, giggling.

She allows her friends to take her off to bed. She's snoring before she's even fully horizontal.

Twiggy looks at Myarra "Rest easy and drink plenty of water to help with hangover. I always wondered if nuetralize poison would instantly sober you up? Back to buisness, let's go get a ship."

"Don't mean to sound ungrateful, but taking the river upstream to Scornubel is going to take several days. You'd be better off crossing the river and blazing a trail through the grass on the otherside to get to Scornubel. You all can walk faster than a river raft."

What about coming back from Scornubel?  I forgot it was upstream from here.

The party decides to relax this day and then ride to Scornubel in the morning. Myarra is already plastered drunk and sleeping it off in her room she's sharing with Amara and Aliana and Kalliyan. You visit Jameson and explain your plans and he says he'll watch the kids to make sure they don't get in trouble while the party is gone. You wander around town looking at the sights and enjoy yourselves and return to the Inn early to get some sleep so you can leave early the next morning for Scornubel.

You had a pleasant day and you sleep peacefully in your rooms.

You wake early and prepare to leave.

"I swear to Mystra; I didn't know the ale was loaded," Myarra whispers the next morning, drinking her third glass of water, not that it was making much headway against the desert that was her mouth.  The water barely had time to get across her tongue before it was absorbed.

"I've never had ale affect me like that.  I should have been able to have three or four without any problem."

She looks over at Aliana.  "Sweetie? Would you be a dear and cut my head off?  Please?"

Kali sat at Myarra's side with a little bit of a smug smile. "The ale wasn't as loaded as you think. Myarra, we had such a nice chat too. If Byron knew some if what you said, he would have advantage over you for once."

The straight faced druid patted her hand. "But don't fear from me....girls talk and all. Quite entertaining really."

She looked back at the tavern owner. "By the way, remember to apologise to the tavern owners niece...she was cleaning your vomit off the feeling for some of the morning"

It was clear Kali was enjoying herself a little bit