Entering the Inn for the first time today since the group returned, Althiöf inquired of the proprietor or a member of his family about getting a hot bath.

Once that is being prepared, the dwarf returned to his room and put away everything safely in his chest, except for the new set of medium-brown clothes he had purchased today.

He would take a bath, although not an overly long one, comb his hair and beard, with some quick braiding for appearance-sake.  He then donned his new wardrobe, and made his way down to the common dining area.

Once downstairs, the dwarf looked for Ostler.  "My good man, may I have a word with you?"

The Bathhouse was outside, a small building with three small cubicles inside each with a large wooden tub. One of Ostler's other daughters tended to the fire that heated the water used for the tubs, soaps and other herbs were offered for those that wanted scents to their baths.

When you come back downstairs from having changed, you see Ostler standing behind the bar. He looks up and gives you a nod, as you come over he has already started pouring a cup of ale which he slides over to you when you get closer. "Of Course, I heard your adventure with the goblins was successful. I take it you've come to collect. How well did you do?" he asks. "I hope not too well, the wife will skin my hide if I have to pay to much." he laughs.

The locksmith placed a pouch upon the counter.  He said quietly, as this was unsavory business, "There are a dozen in there; right ones only."

Ostler tells Althiof he'll just be a minute and steps back to the kitchen area. A few moments later he returns with a small pouch. "Inside there are twenty four platinum plates." says the Innkeeper. "Next time I'll remember to keep my mouth closed." he says with a laugh.

Just as quietly, the dwarf asked, "Is this too much for you?  I can return my share to you when I find out how much it is.  I would not see you suffer for wanting to help your village."

"By the way, I rented a cottage, and will soon be officially a citizen of Hommlet."

Smiling and pointing in the direction, "Just on the other side of the town hall."

Taking the pouch and platinum, "My apologies, but I don't want to be late for the service.  Please, keep that ale for me for when I return."

The Church bells start to ring out across town. You are able to hear them. This Signifies that evening services are about to start.

After the others left to tend to their business, Virius walked over to Ostler.  He had come into some money and wanted to make sure that his horse would be well-tended during his stay.

Althiöf entered the Inn once more, deeply in thought.  He found that for a little village there was a lot going on.  'No wonder old women gossip so much.'

He walked up to the proprietor and stated, "I'll take that ale now, please, my good man.  I might just have another afterwards.  Now that I think of it, a plate of dinner would be in order as well."

First, the dwarf took a nice, long drink.  Since he had arrived in Hommlet, he kept running errands with a full flagon and never getting around to drinking it.  There was some poor bush somewhere that was getting pretty drunk.

"Well, I am a locksmith by trade, and a security consultant.  From what I hear, though, those are not highly needed skills for this village.  I suppose they might be able to use my services at the construction site, but who knows?"

Another well-deserved (in his mind) amount of ale passed his lips once more.  "I could only really continue 'adventuring,' if there were adventures to be had."  As soon as the words came out, he already had a suspicion that much more was going on in the village than first met the eye.

"The place I rented is going to need a good cleaning.  Any chance you know of any folks who wouldn't mind some sweeping a scrubbing?"

"Oh, aye."

He leaned in a little towards Ostler and asked quietly, "And what's your take on him?  I mean from a father's point of view.  If things went in that direction, do you think he'd make a good son-in-law?"

The plate arrived from the kitchen.  "Thank you.  It smells delicious."  Looking back at Ostler, "You must eat like a king every day!"

Tasting the food, he took a quick look around the dining room to see if any of the folk he traveled with today were present.

Looking back to Ostler, "You know, that's a fine beard you have there.  If you were just a wee bit shorter, we could make a dwarf out of you."  Althiöf laughed at his own joke and finished the ale.  "One more, please.  I promise to go slower on this one."

He continued working at his plate.

-->Entering the Inn from outside

Kossoth opened the door to the Inn and cast his gaze about to see if anyone had settled there after doing their individual things.  Spotting both Althiof and Ostler he nodded to them and as he walked over to the table the dwarf was sitting at he asked Ostler, "If it would be possible friend, a plate of food and water for myself."

"Hello."  The dwarf takes another sip of ale, for he is starting to go slower on the alcohol.  "Sure is getting late and dark out there.  With clouds rolling in, might be bad weather tomorrow."

He continues to work on his plate, but he seems close to getting done.

Kossoth moves his had to ask permission before sitting with Althiof, "I spoke to the jeweler and she is going to cut the two large rubies up into a number of smaller ones so that it can be easily distributed to everyone fairly.  She also noted that there was an inscription on the crown...looks like it was a gift to some elvish princess that might be still alive.  We may get more returning the crown to her instead of breaking it up for pieces but I figure everyone should get a vote on it before I do anything."