Day 15 - Departure from Bargewright
Faith had a night reminiscent of her old days. The first few hours she was cleaning herself up - a bath and some food and she was back downstairs in the main hall of the inn.
While there, she shone as she did, telling stories of the deadly monastery, and singing songs. By all accounts she was drinking, but in truth, she had little - despite her high energy, she did retire a little before high moon.
The next morning, she was one of the last to wake. The difference in the woman was noticeable - gone was the dirt and grime, and torn clothes. She now wore linen shirt of white, with a dark grey skirt. Boots of black were polished, and she wore a set of armor of grey, a stark contrast to her red skin.
She saw the dwarf and spun, then nodded. "I believe your influence has replaced some of my damaged clothes and gear - thanks Bruldenthar." She hugged and kissed the dwarf on the cheek as she sat down next to him.
As he spoke, she had a serious look, but let the others finish before speaking. Of these people, i've known you the longest - we traveled together when we were captured. We have seen joy and heartache my friend." She looked at the group, then back. "But, i feel that this is where we part ways. I believe i can help these people, and i want in no small way to find these bastards and kick their asses."
She looked at the group. "I know you helped me, a mutual beneficial suituation....but now we are free, i would ask that if you will have me, i would join your task."