However you made it there, everyone is at the Inn come morning. Hommlet is a sleepy little village and only a few people are stirring by sunrise.

No one else in the Inn looks like a stranger. The three locals are Jaroo Ashstaff the Druid's agent, Enos the stable boy, and Calmer the cleric of St. Cuthbert.

Some of you may have met them already, or you may just seen them around the village.

"That's a very nice offer, Gora," Eleanora replies, "But, as you can see, my daughters and I have things well in hand."

"However, since you are here now, perhaps I could persuade you to peel some potatoes for later?"

In reply to GM StarMaster (msg # 2):

"taters for ron? You betcha and others also.  How many doth you require Ms Eleanora? boiled, roasted, smashed, mashed or even just in their jackets with sour cream. Taters are the Apples of the Earth."

"Just peeled for now, dearie," Eleanora replies. "I'll decide how to prepare them later when I see what meat might be available."

"Fried goes good with venison and ham, mashed with beef and gravy, but if all I've got is chicken, then I bake them with some spices."

"I'd guess about 20 potatoes then."

In reply to GM StarMaster (msg # 4):

"So what goes with potato au gratin?  Peas and Lamb I hope"
Gora muses as she goes about her task of skinning err peeling.
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Bright and early was not a phrase he was particularly fond of. Oh, sure, a farmer needed as much daylight as he could get, particularly during the winter months. But he wasn't a farmer. He preferred staying awake half the night and then sleeping until he had enough.

Unfortunately, the crowing of the roosters and the chirping of the birds had roused him from his slumbers, and the streaming rays of the rising sun were keeping him from reclaiming them.

With a heavy sigh, he threw off the blanket, swung his legs over the side of the bed and managed to make it to a sitting position. He lowered his head and immediately began to nod off.

"No, no, no. This will never do! Get up, you lazy oaf!" he rumbled to himself as if that would motivate him. Apparently it did.

He snapped his head up, blue eyes wide awake now, and stood up. He relieved himself in the provided bucket, splashed some water on his face, and then looked at himself in the rough mirror. That a mirror was even provided was astounding.

It confirmed what he'd thought as he'd fallen asleep the night before: his hair was getting too long. Once it hung down over his ears, it had a tendency to obscure his peripheral vision.

Another sigh. He pulled out his dagger and attacked his lengthy locks, trimming them down to a more battle-friendly level.

He dressed quickly, donning his studded leather armor since he didn't know what surprises the day would hold, and then made his way downstairs to smell of breakfast cooking.

"Good morning," he managed to say, though it was unclear from his gruff tone if that was a statement or well-wish.

"I don't suppose anything interesting happened during the night, did it?"

In reply to Albrecht Delmorn (msg # 6):

"Well now Sir that all depends on what you mean by interesting.  The Sun rose, some badgers somewhere set out to forage, a tom caught a rat and breakfast was prepared by the kitchen staff whilst preparations have begun for other meals.  Then again someone somewhere is bound to have committed a crime."

Katala rose bright and early as was her habit, but she stayed in her room, preparing herself mentally for the day.

...this was her routine when she could afford it.

Sighing, she got out of bed, reaching into her pack for her clothes and with a little water to freshen herself up. Within minutes, she was dressed in her tight, skimpy armour with a dagger at her hip.

Sighing, she made her way downstairs, to catch the end of Albrecht's and gora's conversation.

"All exciting things, i am sure, but for now breakfast is what has me interested." She scoots past Albrecdht, smiling and winking at the man, and sat next to Gora.

"Did you have a productive night?" she asked gora, sitting there with a smile, looking like beauty immortalised.

In reply to Katala Windstrom (msg # 8):

"If you call getting some rest to prepare for the day productive? Then yes Lady Kat very productive.  OH do try the potatoes... I helped make them well peeled them anyway and would not mind your opinion.  I think I got all the skin off."
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"Harrumph," Albrecht says noncommittally to Gora's words.

"Yes, I suppose you could call those things interesting if you are talking about ordinary, commonplace, everyday events, much like watching leaf fall."

"But you didn't mention peeling potatoes! THAT would be interesting!"

"In its own way, though, you did answer my question. Clearly, the inn was not attacked by a dragon as it is still standing and functioning to perfection. Any similar incident around town would have had you talking about it already."

"So, nothing interesting happened locally overnight. *sigh* That is both reassuring and depressing."

One of the innkeeper's daughters deposits a plate of breakfast on his table in front of him, and he samples it at first with curiosity before attacking it with more gusto.

Augie stumbled down the stairs to the main floor of the inn, the smell of breakfast having finally forced his eyes open.

"Smells good," he barely manages to mumble. "I don't suppose you have anything to help a body wake up, do you?"

He staggered to an empty table and flopped down in the chair, the impact jolting him to a more alert condition. He looked around to see who else was there.

When the door of the Inn opens, everyone looks to see who is entering, but they quickly look away as they either know Ingrith or perceive her as uninteresting. And she likes it that way.

That's why it comes as a surprise when she suddenly slips into a chair at the table with Gora and Katala.

"Greetings, sisters," she says in a somewhat low voice, though it's loud enough to carry to where Augustae and Albrecht are sitting if they are so inclined to listen.

"I am Ingrith, a ranger that roams these parts. I stop in at the village here from time to time to touch base with Jennithar, the resident priestess of Ehlonna."

"She has indicated that you might be interested in running a small errand for her."

She pauses then to hear what the women have to say.