Breakfast in Helmsbreach
Kerwich has no trouble finding the inn, the Blue Turnip is a one favored by adventurers and locals alike. There are rooms for rent above, both private and larger common rooms. A stable boy takes his horse by the lead.
The baker nods, taking the man's coin, gesturing down towards the western edge of town. "Watch your tongue around Aunt Pol. She is protective." She advises John.
The elf marvels at the cacophony of the square. But even at this hour, the ting of hammer on steel rings out. Wist takes a short walk down a side street, and finds a small shop with the smoke of a forge at the back. A young human is carrying a small bundle of wood staves towards the back of shop. He stops and looks at the elf. "Dad!" he calls, and after a few moments, and man in a thick leather apron steps around. He nods curtly.