There is a shared room still available in the inn when Vimak and the others retire for the night.

The smells of hot porridge, sausage, and coffee fill the air as the adventurers rise and prepare for the day ahead of them. Only a couple of patrons are in the tavern at the early hour. Outside, the rain has stopped and light is just starting to appear on the eastern horizon.

As the sun rose in the morning sky Antia found a quiet corner of their room and said her morning prayer before collecting her stuff and heading down to the tap room for breakfast.

She sat at the table they sat at that evening still with her hood pulled up over her head and ordered bread, cheese, dried fruit and water.

Paran awoke early too, he went for a short walk to clear up his head from the nightmares that night usually brought to him. By the time he was back, Antia was already at the table "'Morning Antia... mind if I join ?" he asked as he sat next to her.

Antia indicated a seat next to her and nodded" how are you this fine morning? the day looks to be fine for travelling if we decide to take the merchant up on his offer of work"

Toppor rose just before the sun and went straight outside to watch its arrival. After it reached its halfway point, Toppor finally went back inside, "I'll have a bit of that porridge and double the sausage. Skip that filthy mudwater though, I'll just have normal water if you don't mind."

Seeing two of his companions already up and about, Toppor heads over to join them. "It's a beautiful morning out there. A great day to be out among the elements. It'll be a muddy day for traveling, but everything else should be rather enjoyable, and hopefully balance it out."

Lucien emerges from his trance and joins his companions in the main room for breakfast. He takes an order of sausage and porridge for himself and heads for the table. "Good morning everyone! It appears to be a fine day to be paid excessive amounts of money for delivering totally unsuspicious chests." The elf appears to be in a fine mood.

Magdaleine burst in through the door, large as life with a smile on her draconic face. Despite the late night playing cards, she'd been up before dawn finding her own breakfast, the last bloody remains of which she was picking out of her teeth as she sat with the others. "A fine day indeed, Lucien. One you're already missing the best part of. Ahh...nothing like the cool of the morning and a fresh meal to start a day."

Vimak awoke as their shared room began to stir. The Goliath rose from his spot in the middle of the floor, as he didn't rightly fit in most beds. He silently packed his gear and made his way downstairs to join the others.

He simply ordered "Breakfast. Double portion and water." Before sitting with his assembled companions. "There is no glory in this errand boys mission. Vimak hopes we are at the very least attacked by bandits en route."

"Attacks by bandits are good," Aliandra says, still stretching out the sleep as she comes down for breakfast. The previous night had shown her to be a dubious card player, not really caring whether she won  or lost each hand.  "Attacks by flying monkeys or manticores are even better.  No-one ever wrote a song about the prompt, courteous delivery of a package."  She checks out the others' breakfasts before ordering some porridge with dried fruit.

"Having a nice little payed  trip without incident is best in my books... Let's get going" Said Paran standing from the table once they were all done with their breakfast.

Cathasach gruffly nodded and swung his pack across his back. At his side hung an iron longsword and over his back was his large octagonal shield. As he made his first step out of the tavern he inhaled deeply through his nose and smiled.

"Finally."

He said simply, setting out with the rest of the coterie.

As the group makes their way to the temple of Helm, as instructed, Toppor takes note of the group's travel and is reminded of the good times he had while being enlisted as a soldier. It wasn't often that the good memories overclouded the bad ones, and so he didn't fight the smile the came to his face.

"I think today is going to be a good day..."

Gordrenn is waiting for the adventurers when they arrive at the temple. He is standing next to a small table, talking to a priest when they enter. A 12" x 18" x 18" wooden chest sits on the table next to them, along with a few pieces of paper, a quill, and a pot of ink.

"Ah, good morning," he says when he notices the party. "Have you decided to deliver the chest for me?"

Paran chuckled at his thoughts 'For you ? not in the seven hells... it is but for the money that we have come to such as ass as you'... "Good morning to you too... of course, of course... now if you'd indulge us with the details, the dangers to be expected or the problems you foresee...".

Aliandra gave the box long consideration. Shetried to imagine all of the things that might be inside: live vipers, explosively combustible magical ingredients, the severed head of Gordrenn's former lover...  Once she had satisfied herself that the contents were suitably dramatic, she agreed to sign her name to whatever contract he offered.  It was probably going to be easy money, a prospect which clouded the thoughts of the adventure-hungry minstrel.

Antia stepped forward after the Bard had signed and picked up the quill. With a flourish she added her name to the contract and stepped back " There this venture has the blessing of the light upon it" she smiled at Aliandra "That should add colour to your next legendary tale of our daring adventures"

Magdaleine followed the others, enjoying the crisp morning air and regaling Cathasach with an anecdote about her pre-dawn breakfast excursion. It wasn't a particularly thrilling tale, but the details were not important; it was idle chatter. "...and then this bird flew past, right in front of my face...Woah." She stopped in her tracks before the Temple of Helm, admiring the architecture and marveling at the expense that must have gone in to it compared to the rude surroundings of the village. "Well, I've said it before Cath; you smooth-skins have a strange way of displaying your devotions and looking after your own. Bah, an argument for another time." She waved a claw in the air dismissively and with that, she followed the others inside.

When the merchant greeted them, she nodded a curt reply but didn't jump to sign her name until someone had at least given her the gist of what she was signing. She was more interested in scrutinising the man paying them such an inordinate amount of money for so simple a task as hauling freight, as she saw it. It didn't take her long to get distracted by another thought, though.

She leaned towards Cathasach and whispered aside to him "How are we getting there? We walking again?" Her voice has just loud enough that the acoustics of the building allowed others to hear her, even though she'd not intentionally asked it of the group as a whole.

12:04, Today: Magdalein Drexaalor Vosi rolled 9 using 1d20+1.  Insight.

Lucien steps up to Paran's side nodding. "Aye, we'll take take the package to... Thurmaster village in Haranshire wasn't it? To be delievered to one, Mr. Tauster. No need to worry sir, we will get your chest there safely and with all haste." The elf bends down to peer at the contract and then, grabbing the quill, signs a name that is clearly not 'Lucien Nailo' with unreasonable flourish.

Lucien signs as his alias: Seliar Silversong. Paran and Anita at least are familiar with this persona as Lucien's cover identity from their home town.

"Yes, yes. We will deliver silly chest." Vimak signed the paper with a crude "V" then bent down, picked up the chest and placed it on his shoulder.

Toppor considers for a moment, asking for half of the payment up front due to the odd nature of the request paired with the high payment. With over half the group already having signed the contract, Toppor simply signs it himself without a word. His signature however, is merely a circle with two dots inside of it on the left and an odd, squiggly triangle that overlaps roughly half the circle and points toward the right.

Cathasach kept a cocked ear to Magdalein's tale with a half smile and turned abruptly to the contract, signing without a second's hesitation. He turned back to Mags with a shrug at her question, leaning in for a whisper.

"Well, sure. Unless you think we should go fishing for mounts again."

He spared another glance back to the paper with a furrowed brow. 'What was that, anyway?' he thought casually.

"Good," Gordrenn says, signing the contract, then rolling it up. "Here's a letter of credit for 150 gold pieces." He hands a letter to Lucien. "It will only become negotiable when countersigned by Tauster in Thurmaster.

"I've drawn up a map for you, as well," he says, picking up a final piece of paper and holding it out. "Should you need it."

Gordrenn squints at Vimak, then says, "And don't even think about stealing the chest. I'll know wherever it is. Steal it and I'll send all kinds of bad things after you."

Lucien takes both pieces of paper and stows the letter of credit in one of the many pockets on his outfit. He holds the map out in front of him and unrolls it to take a cursory look and notes the location of their destination. He begins heading for the door out of the temple with the map held out before him so that others can read it. With one hand he waves reassuringly over his shoulder. "Not to worry Mr. Gordrenn. We'll get your chest delivered."

"I thought we were the bad things that got sent," Alaiandra laughs as the other sign.  She only glances at the map for a second. She preferred to travel on instinct, which was her dramatic way of saying she had a terrible sense of direction. She would leave the navigation to others.

Paran looked at the merchant coldly "We are not thieves. But as you seem to be in a threatening tone, know this, if I find this to be a trick, a trap, a lie or anything that puts us in any danger other than the normal dangers the road may throw at us... it will be me doing the hunting, and people don't like me when I do that... hell, I don't even like myself when I do that. But do that I will... so if there is anything else we should know... spill it out now"

OOC: 10:07, Today: Paran rolled 22 using 1d20+3.  Intimidate .