A large, two-story building, with a sturdy door and heavy shutters on the windows. The shingle over the door says "The Frosthide Inn," and depicts a white pelt. Smoke always drifts from the chimneys, and the smells of smoked meats, stews, and fresh bread greet you when you step inside. The inside is warm, and has a counter across from the door as well as a few comfortable seats by the fireplace. Through an open doorway, a dining room can be seen, with a few large tables and its own fireplace.
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Cael decided to get in out of the cold and arrange for a room after his long day on patrol.

"I'd like a room, please," he said to the innkeeper, shaking the snow off of him. "How much?" he asked, clearly tired and unused to this kind of physical activity.

The innkeeper smiles at Cael and says, "Three gold pieces. Meals are included just after dawn, at noon, and dusk. You'll hear a bell when they're ready."

"Reasonable enough," Cael said, happy that his room and board would be taken care of, and handing over the three gold in exchange. "Name's Cael, by the way. Nice to meet you, ma'am," he said, only then remembering his manners.

"I'm Darla. Pleased to meet such a well mannered fella this far south!" she said with a smile.

Dorian enters trying to leave most of the snow outside. He shakes himself at the door and steps inside, approaching the Innkeeper. "I need a room for one night. I'll be gone in the early moring too so if you could arrange breakfast for before dawn.... I'm fine with cold chicken, bread and some warmed up soup."

I'll be gone before dawn and need only 1 room or the night.

Darla thought it over for a moment, then said, "well, I can keep something on ice from tonight's supper, and have the cook's boy put it on the fireplace for you before they start preparing breakfast. The room and the meal together comes out to 3 gp. If you make it back before suppertime tomorrow, that's covered too, but we won't save none for you unless you pay for the next day."

Dorian nods and hands three gold pieces to the woman. “Fair enough. I’ll have my dinner here before retiring  for the night.” He’ll eat in the common area before heading for his room.

Several long tables are arranged with benches, and food is collected at a counter, cafeteria style. It is simple fare, meat pie, rabbit stew with mushrooms, tubers, and onions, and various seasonings. It is served with fresh oat bread, and a tankard of dark, strong ale. A large group of burly men, many of whom look related, take up the two tables closest to the fireplace, and don't pay any attention to newcomers, but talk among themselves in a strange dialect of common. Other workers, adventurers and guardsmen relax and chat with each other.

Spark enters having made the short trek from Smith's Gambit and walk up to the counter. "A very good afternoon to you. My name is Spark, and this is an associate of mine," he gestures to the blue-skinned man.

"I would like to secure one chamber for the use of both of us. I have no need for a bed, but wouldn't mind resting beneath these fortified timberworks." His eyes momentarily wander to admire the rough but functional style of housing in this pioneer settlement.

He then produces two pieces of gold and places them on the counter.

The woman takes a look at Spark, and at his coins, and says, in a tone that brooks no argument. "Good afternoon. I'm Darla, and this is my inn. Room and board is three gold a night, per person. If you only pay for one room, only one of you can use the cafeteria, but as long as you don't make too much noise or break anything, you can have as many overnight guests in your room as you want. Long as you don't hurt my business, it ain't none o' my business!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Spark pulls up a third coin and joins it with the others on the counter. "Here you go. I don't mind not eating, doesn't do much good for my internals." He quips in a jovial voice. "Although I must say it smells great in here, the food must be quite tasty!"

Tidelan was still a bit flushed from embarassment, and now some surprise with the nice, but odd creature he'd made allies with for the night. After Spark payed, Tidelan remembered something and searched through his coin pouch, which was noticably light, and handed Spark a single gold coin.

"Consider this a down payment..." the man said once they were out of earshot, although his voice was not confident, as he wasn't very learned in financial transactions... being a bit of an isolationist his whole life didn't lead to lots of purchases... neither did living in a forest for some months.

After acquiring the keys to his room, Tidelan spent the rest of the night trying to make healing potions with his remaining supplies.

Spark thanked Tidelan for the coin and went back out into the cool afternoon in search of supplies, and after a while of looking around and coming across friendly settlers he was pointed in the direction of Jessop's

Cael smiled at Darla. "You know, you should talk to some of my teachers. They'd probably have a conniption hearing you call me 'polite.'"

"Anyway, thanks. I'm just going to park my things in my room and get some shuteye. It's been a long day, after all."

"Well, manners are in shorter supply in this harsh land," Said Darla as she handed Tidelan a numbered key. "Down the hall, first door on the left. Good night!"

After Enialis completed his patrol and got paid by Smith, he decided to go to the Frosthide Inn to rest and start writing a couple of unfinished spells that he couldn't have time to master,"Hello, I'm looking to rent a room. Oh, and do you allow familiars to be in the rooms?" he says, gesturing to the hawk, Fion, on his shoulder. Hoping their isn't a no-pet policy.

"Sure, but if it damages anything, you're paying for it!"
Darla says.

"Thanks, I think I got enough gold to pay for it." Enialis says and passes 5 gold pieces to Darla,"I'm sure this is enough for lodgings."

"Three gold is enough. Meals are in the the common room, you'll hear the bell when they're ready. Here you go, your room's down that hall, second door on the left."
She hands you a key, with a tag marked "102."

Enialis gives a nod, takes back the 2 gp and heads toward his room where he studies new types of spells for the rest of the night.

Odilon comes in having collected his bounty from the Patrol mission he had wrapped up. He shivered a bit at the cold and looked around for a hearth to heat himself by. Seeing Darla he approached her and smiled.

"Good eve, I wish to procur a room and warm up, been on Patrol" he reaches down and retrieves the necessary gold and put its it on the counter.

Xannan enters the Inn after returning from the Perimeter Patrol mission.
He feels tired and sore, particularly in his leg that was chewed upon by an unfriendly wolf while on patrol.

Appreciating the warmth of the Inn, Xannan speaks to Darla.
"It's nice to get in out of the cold. I'd like a room, evening meal and morning meal, please."

(After paying, Xannan will sit as close to the fireplace as possible and quietly eat his evening meal.)

The gruff soldier entered the establishment with a look of fatigue on him. He hadn't had a decent rest in a while but now that the Inn was up and running, he knew he could find that here. He approached the counter with a half-smile, lugging all of his belongings with him. Not that he had much - he was used to living simple thanks to his expeditions in the military. "A room, please. I'll keep an ear open for when the meals are ready," he said politely, his eyes scanning the establishment soon after quickly though it felt like a calm and quiet place to be for the time being. He had to get himself going here if he wanted that nice little cabin he pictured in his head when he closed his eyes and rested.

"Did a charm school open up and nobody told me? Perhaps good manners are contagious... Anyway, that'll be 3 gp each, thank you, here's your keys. Your rooms will be down that hall, the number's on the tag. When you hear the bell, meals are ready, cafeteria's right over there. Feel free to warm yourselves by the fire in there even if it ain't mealtime, if you feel the room's too stuffy, or just don't wanna use up the firewood." She gives you each a key, marked 103, 104, and 105 respective to the order you came in.

Jankar took the key from the woman and nodded politely, staring down at the number he had gotten. 105 seemed like a good one, and he looked back up and gave the woman another quick smile. "It's always nice to hear people are being civil. Thank you, ma'am." He made his way towards his room immediately. He was ready to take off his armor and write down a task that he hoped others would want to embark on. It was a risk but he was used to taking risks for the sake of others. He didn't see a reason to stop now, especially when this seemed to be a charming little town that could only get bigger from here.

Sai enters through the door, his face seeming to soften as he enters the warmth of the building. "A room, please," he says, placing a few gold pieces on the counter.

Once he receives his key, he makes his way to his room with a slight limp.

"Here ya go. Take it easy, you look about to keel over," says Darla, concern on her face and in her voice.

Alban enters the inn at the break of dawn; weary from his night patrol.  It had been an interesting night. He reflected on the night's activities.  The team worked well together.  It was a good start.

He walks up to the front desk; trying to get the attention of the innkeeper.  "Madame, I will need a meal and a room this morning to rest, please.  I plan to have a busy night later outside the wall."  Grabbing a room key and a plate of food from the common room kitchen Alban makes his way up to his room.  Taking off his backpack and finish eating his food he climbs into the bed, pulls the covers over himself, and falls asleep quickly.

Alban will take a long rest and level up to 2nd level.

Anreyela grabs a room and goes to take  good sleep before the night patrol.

Darla gives each of you a room key, and directions to the room, and tells you that you are just in time for breakfast, and charges you each 3 gp.

Elisar pushed open the door of the Inn and stepped inside. As he crossed the threshold he looked around, soaking in the environment of the first solid building he had been inside in a week.

What do I see? I want to get a feel for the room, the atmosphere, the staff, the customers, etc.

The lobby of the inn is warm. From the nearby cafeteria, you smell fresh bread, and some sort of venison stew. There are a few plush couches on either side of the door you came in, and a fireplace on the wall to your left. A hallway next to the desk has many doors, and a stairway just inside. There is a desk, behind which stands a woman, who greets you warmly, "Hello there! New in town, eh? I'm Darla, and this is my inn!"

The warmth of the fire immediately began to warm his chilled bones, and a moment later the aromas of bread and stew made his mouth water and stomach grumble. He regarded Darla. A fine looking woman, this town shows promise! he thought to himself.

He removed his dark red hat and bowed with a grand flourish. Flashing her a warm smile he exclaimed, “Well met, good lady Darla. I am Elisar the Moonraven, Teller of Tales and Singer of Songs, here to delight your patrons, and maybe encourage them to empty their purses for their beautiful hostess.”

He moved towards the fire, rubbing his hands together to warm them through. “I was wondering if you would be wIlling to offer this travelling minstrel a warm supper, a drop of wine and a soft bed in exchange for the finest songs and tallest tales? You shan’t be disappointed, I promise you that.”

For a brief moment he considered offering her a private audition, but cautioned against it. He didn’t want to push his luck, and besides, he hadn’t had a bath yet.

She smiles, and says, "That depends on if you're any good! Though, I'm afraid we don't have any wine. Got some good stout ale, though! Perform tonight. If I don't get any complaints, you can keep staying for free as long as you perform every night. Cause any trouble though, and you're out!"

He beamed back a smile. “Milady, you shall not be disappointed, trust in that! And ale will do fine. Now, do you have somewhere I can freshen up? A bath would be most welcome.”

"Of course. I'll get the water heated up for you, just have a seat here, for now," Darla says and walks down the hall. A moment later she comes back.

"It will be a moment. Someone will come get you when its ready," she says.

“Most kind milady,” Elisar responded. A bath would be very welcome to wash the road from his body. He could also take the opportunity to beat the dust and grime from his clothing.

While he waited he retrieved his flute from his pack. He paused a moment, deciding what to play. Finally he decided, and put the instrument to his lips. Seconds later a gentle tune wafted through the inn. It had no name, but had a calming lilt that would soothe the worried heart.

Though he played as if he had not a care in the world, he watched carefully as the staff and customers went about their day, trying to get a feel for the folk of this new town.

As Elisar sat and waited he would watch the people each mostly keeping to themselves. The staff went about their business sweeping, tidying, and keeping the place neat. Darla stood behind a counter greeting the people that would come in. The people that came and those already there mostly gravitated towards the cafeteria area. Those who already had their food sat at the tables talking and making merry as they enjoyed their meal. Those who hadn't yet, made their way to the serving area to receive their trays. It seemed that here there were people of all kinds each with their own style of clothes and gear. The staff seemed mostly made up of women, though in the serving area some men could be seen helping out. After a while, as promised a girl came to lead Elisar to the room with the bath. She then went on her way back to work and left him in peace.

Elisa dutifully followed the serving girl towards the bathroom. As he did so he attempted small talk, but the girl seemed shy. She was a homely girl, pretty enough in her own way without any outstanding features. He quickly gave up talking, except to thank her for showing him the way.

Once in the bathing room he closed the door and slid the latch, giving him some privacy. The room was simple, with a wooden tub in the centre and a table close by with a jug and some scrubbing soap. He picked up the soap and sniffed. It was plain and unperfumed, but should suffice to wash the dirt from his body.

He hand dropped to the water in the tub. Darla had promised a warm bath, and she had been true to her word. The water was hot, freshly boiled and inviting. Slowly he removed his travelling gear, stacking it in the corner of the room with his weapons, save for his dagger which he laid unsheathed on the table; you could never be too careful and he didn’t want to fight with just his manhood in hand should some villain attempt a bit of larceny as he soaked his bones.

He took off his clothes, beating the dust and dirt from the outer layers before removing his smallclothes which he also placed on the table. Once naked he lowered himself into the tub, allowing the heat to infuse his aching limbs. Slowly he sat until the water sat just below his chest. With that he sighed and relaxed, closing his eyes.

After a while the water felt distinctly cooler, and he decided it was time to conclude affairs. He reached for the soap and began to scrub all over, from his hair down to the gaps in his toes. Soon all parts felt cleaner than they had in more than a week. He grabbed the hog and used it to slosh water over his hair and shoulders, rinsing off any remnants of soap.

Once done he stepped out and shook his body, allowing the beads of drop to the floor. He then proceeded to scrub out his smallclothes in the bath water, wringing them through to remove as much water as he could. They could dry later when he had a fire to set them next to, or at least a chair to hang them on.

Finally he was done. He put on fresh clothing and straightened his gear. Before departing he pulled two copper pennies from his purse and laid them on the table for the serving girl who would have the sorry job of scrubbing out the bath.

Heading downstairs he went back to reception, seeking out Darla. When her found her he performed a twirl. “There, how do I look? It is so good to feel clean again, thank you!” After she responded he continued, “now, time to explore this town and drum up some trade before this evening’s festivities!”

With that he straightened his hat and headed out into the town.

——> To Smiths Gambit
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Izayah entered the Inn and looked around. He stepped forward and asked, "Hey there and well-met! I'm Izayah Hamadrell, recently back from a trip helpin' out Galenna Keenbellow. This place wasn't even here 'fore I left." He gave a nod. "Nice place!"

He asked hesitantly, "You serve alcohol here? Or know where it's served?"

Darla smiled, "Oh the cartographer! She's a sweetheart. Glad she was able to find good help. As for alcohol, we provide a tankard of ale with each meal. Can't offer more than that, or we might not have enough for everyone. Jessop might have something though. Do you need a room?"

OOC: Note that even if you sleep in your own home, your lifestyle expense for a day covers meals at the inn if you want them.
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——> From Smith’s Gambit

Elisar returned to the inn and located Darla. “Well, I think we have some interest out there, hopefully a few extra customers tonight! Now, any chance of a hot meal? I’m famished.” He smiled sweetly, applying a healthy dose of charm in the hope of a decent meal and the promised jug of ale.

As he waited he settled down in the dining area, happy to chat to anyone there who might appreciate some good company.

OOC - not sure which PCs are currently in the dining room, but anyone who wants to join me for a meal is most welcome, just pull up a chair!



“Most kind,” he replied. He was happy to socialise in the public area until one of the staff fetched him for his supper.
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Edit: Moved from Smith's Gambit

Elisar noticed quite a few people were coming in. Darla said to him, "Supper will be served soon. I've given the okay for you to join the staff for dinner in the kitchen, so you can start playing as soon as they start serving the customers. Go on back."

Izayah frowned and then nodded slowly. "I...see. Huh." He looked at her and smiled. "Is anybody buildin' a tavern that you know of? I don't have the money t'do that right now but....it's a thought." He let out a chuckle.

He gave a shrug. "I guess I'll have a meal an' some ale then."

"Not that I know of. Seems like it might be worth it, if you could brew your own," Darla said. "Go on in, have a seat. Supper will ready soon."

Elisar overheard the conversation between Darla and Izayah. As Darla walked away he sidled over to the hardy looking fellow. “Y’know, I was kind of wondering about that myself.” He lowered his voice and continued. “Rationing the ale ain’t exactly going to draw in the punters, y’know. Maybe investing in a brewery and finding a brewmaster to run the place would be a profitable little enterprise. I’d be up for a slice of that pie, though I’m precious short on coin right now. Any ideas on where a fellow might lay his hands on some... investment capital?”

As he stood at the entrance on the inn, Józek muttered to the black raven sitting on his shoulder: "Be nice. Go play outside". In response, the raven croaked disapprovingly and flew over the thatched roof of the inn.

Józek stomped around, trying to remove the caked mud encrusting his boots, without too much success. He eventually sighed, and waved delicately his left hand. In response, the mud seemed to immediately liquefy and slide off his now polished boots. "Już lepiej..", he murmured appreciatively, as he stepped inside the inn.

The ambience of the place was very welcoming. The permeating warmth seemed to melt the ice on the bones that Józek had felt uninterruptingly for the past days of travel. An unoccupied seat stood in front of a fellow with long reddish hair and blue eyes. "Mind if I join?" he asked, facing Elisar. His accent sounded foreign, with strong consonants.
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Izayah looked over Elisar. He looked him up and down, and then jerked his towards the door. "There's a job board in city hall, actually. This place's new so they're always lookin' for more hands t'do dif'rant things." He smiled. "Should take a look if you're int'rested."

He kicked back while he waited for his meal and ale to arrive. "I don't got enough right now for any kinda setup." He gave a shrug.

Waving at Josek to pull up a seat, Elisar nodded In response to Izayah. “I saw the board. A lot of jobs looked like hard work for precious little pay. I was kinda looking for something that might offer a better reward. That mysterious note sounded intriguing. I doubt too much is going to happen in town, so you up for checking it out? A fellow who knows the way might come in handy.” He gestured at Izayah at the last, hoping that the solid looking fellow might have a better lie of the land that he did.
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Józek nods politely, while taking a sit down. He gestures to Darla and asks, "Anything warm to eat would be excellent, thank you." He then proceeds to extract from one of the internal pockets of his coat a small leaflet, that he peruses intently.

The conversation between Elisar and Izayah strikes an interest in him. He sizes up the man with the goatee and interjects "I was pointed to a man matching your description outside... Iżayah, isn't it?" He mispronounces slightly the name, with a long fricative s.

He looks at both now "I have actually just arrived, and was looking for a way to afford my stay here. I seem to have happened upon the right fellows." He puts down the leaflet, pocketing it back in his coat. "Are you perchance in need of a couple of additional eyes and hands?" He smiles affably, "I am stronger than I look, don't worry."

The slender elf pauses as he enters the inn, enjoying the warmth. He approaches the desk and asks "Something warm to drink would be appreciated, any chance or mulled wine? Too much to hope for I know. What services do you offer? A meal and a bed and...?"

Izayah stopped and turned to look more fully at Elisar, head tilted to the side, a look of concern and derision on his face. "Y'ain't willin' t'work for yer money? Hard work, sorry fer sayin', but that's what adventurin' IS! It ain't strollin' through the woods 'til y'happen upon some treasure. There's beasts an' orcs an' all sorts o'things out t'kill you, an' if you don't think that's workin' hard, then you think too highly o'yourself. Fought orcs an' beasts myself durin' my first trip out in to the Rimewood, just got back."

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. "An' yeah, I put a note up on the board already that I'm lookin' for those with experience wantin' t'join me in checkin' out the anonymous note an' mystery." His tone made it clear he wasn't sure Elizar was one of those people thus far.

He looked at Jozek and nodded. "Izayah Hamadrell, that's me." He of course had an accent himself, the 'I' being more pronounced. He looked Jozek up and down as he had Elisar. "You new alright." He let out a small sigh, pondering where he wanted to be a babysitter on this next job or not. "Stronger'n you look, huh? Whaddya bring t'the table durin' an adventure?"

Darla says to Sihveri, "Mulled wine would be nice! We offer a hot venison stew, hot bread, a tankard of room temperature stout, warm beds, and if you give us a bit of time, hot baths. All that, and breakfast tomorrow, for three gold pieces."

In reply to Izayah Hamadrell (msg # 53):

Elisar looked back at Izayah, a look of mock indignation on his face. “Sir, you misheard me. I said many tasks appeared to be hard work for precious little pay,” he said, emphasising the last. “ If the reward is right I’m up for anything, and I’m more than capable of looking after myself.”

His hand reached down and tapped the rapier at his side. “I’ve fought my fair share, don’t you worry. Be they brigands, goblins or husbands. And look at my face, not a scratch on this perfect visage. I may not wield a mighty axe or throw fireballs into the fray, but I can hold my own, Sir.”

He listens approvingly to Elisar, studying carefully his rapier, with an interested look. Then turns his head toward Izayah.

"Did not know I was going in for an interview... Would have put on something better," he groans. He looks intently at the table, inviting the others to do the same. Józek mutters something indistinct, with plenty of sz and cz syllables, then twists his fingers.

Few wisps of vapour and smoke starts drifting from plates and candles and coalesce behind an old wooden mug, on the table. Three tiny figures made of twirling smoke, no taller than a couple of inches, appear next to the mug. Their contours are indistinct but they twitch and hop around much like goblins do. A slender man made of vapour appears from behind a plate and advances towards the goblins. He wears a long foggy coat, similar to the one Józek is wearing. The tiny smoke man put forward a minuscule hand made of fog, and fiery smoke that looks like bursting flames erupts from his palm, enveloping the goblins. The tiny goblins light up like little candles and after a few agonizing seconds drop to the floor and dissolve. Józek adds, "let's say you can do more to orc and goblins than bash them on the head, when they prove too much a nuisance."

A tiny bird made of smoke, a raven or maybe a crow, circles over the small vapour figure of the wizard. The bird eventually flies down and sits on his shoulder. "That's Edgár. He makes a great scout but it is high maintenance. It has also a lousy sense of humour and an even worse temper." A loud, disapproving croak can be distinctively heard somewhere over the thatched roof of the inn. Józek pretends really badly not to have heard it. "And I am Józek, by the way. I carry a couple of other cards in my sleeves, but an inn is hardly the proper stage for a display. Let's save them for a rainy day."

The smoke figurines dissolve. Józek looks now intently at Izayah. "And what about you, Iżayah? I trust you are sufficiently skilled in spinning and whirling whatever variant of cast metal you like to carry around. Are there any other surprises we should know of?" He asks sardonically.
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In reply to Darla (msg # 54):

"3 GP?! I'd best find work soon then. Food, bath, bed, then, in that order."

"Supper is about ready. Go on in to the cafeteria, once you've paid, of course," Darla says.

"Well at least you two got spunk." Izayah shook his head and smiled. "This is a pretty new town, so yeah there's lots t'do an' most of it don't pay well. If all yer here for is money, y'might be in the wrong place - though, t'be clear, there IS money t'be had."

He looked at Jozek. "I'm a Ranger. Before that I was a soldier an' scout. Yeah, I know how t'use the longbow an' shortswords I carry, but I have plenty o'skills beyond that especially for travelin' in wilderness."

Wightvane interrupted the conversation for a quick comment, "Aye, he's good at that stuff."

Józek nods approvingly to Wightvane, then turning to Izayah. "You seem to know your business, and you have apparently made a name for yourself already, judging by the enthusiasm of the patrons here. Being alive for long enough to be known is as good a guarantee as any." He glances at Elisar "I bet we'll be in good hands with him." He cracks his knuckles. "When do you gentlemen intend to leave?"

Izayah nodded in greeting and smiled at the dragonborn. "Wightvane. Good t'see you again."

He chuckled slightly. "Well, t'be fair, Wightvane an' I were part o'the same group that took Galenna Keenbellow on a many-day mapping journey. So it's not that everyone knows me, but a few do at least."

Elisar rose from the table. “I have a show to do tonight, perhaps you’d all stay and enjoy the revelry? I have songs and stories to suit all tastes, and I’ll happily take requests. As to our mysterious quest, I suggest we head off tomorrow morn after we break our fast, that should give us ample time to reach our destination I assume.” At the last he looked at Izayah, guessing that the former soldier knew the lay of the land well enough.

“For now my supper awaits, I shall eat with the staff and then prepare for an evening of riotous wonder!” With a flourish he swept up his gear and left the common room, heading for the kitchens to find what he expected to be a meagre dining room for the inn workers.

Entering the cafeteria Sihveri overhears tail end of Elisar's conversation with Izayah and his companions. Sparking his interest he approaches the table after the bard leaves.

"Would this mysterious quest be the same as that anonymous note on the job board?"

"Could you by chance use a healer on this quest? I am familiar with sword and bow but make no claim of being a warrior, healing is my calling."

"Bah, we've all got to start somewhere. If you're heading out again, let me know. Staying here has no appeal with nothing to decorate my new cabin with. I need trophies. Lots of trophies."

Józek looks at Sihveri and Wightvane. "The more the merrier. And I have never heard of a company that could not use a healer on their quest." He gets up, directing himself toward the cafeteria to grab a plate, adding towards Elisar "I'll gladly stay and listen to your songs, minstrel."
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Izayah nodded to Wightvane. "I was gonna try an' get a group t'gether for that anonymous note mystery - an' these pups wanna have a go at it for their first time out. So, yeah, if yer up for it, I sure wouldn't mind another experienced hand for the ride."

He smiled at Sihveri, "Sure. Healin's always nice. But I think that's about our limit with what we got here. What're your names? Apologies if y'already said, but I clearly wasn't ready t'pay attention." He let out a chuckle.

"An' yeah t'morrow mornin' sounds good, so don't drink too much or stay up too late, ya'll."

"I am Sihveri, of course I will be ready in the morning.  I shall eat and retire for a bath and rest.""

Elisar woke early, as was his custom. He rarely slept in late, maybe it was the constant threat of a returning husband. He lay awake for a few moments, pondering the events of the night before. The evening had gone well by all accounts. The common room in the inn had hardly been fully, but Darla had reported that it was busier than usual, and purses had been opened so she was happy with the takings.

The night had begun with a gentle ballad to warm the soul, before going through his repertoire of the popular and well-known tunes. Then he had launched into an epic poem, The Tale of Sir Gallant and the Elf Queen, a beautiful but ultimately tragic love story. After seeing many moistened cheeks around the room he lightened the tone with a barrage of merry tunes that gradually got bawdier as the night went on, ending with the ribald Molly, Marie and Their Mammy Made Three. He’d even added a few extra self-penned verses, based on his own experiences!

As the evening had come to a close he had softened the mood with more gentle notes, and watched with a smile as lovers drifted away holding hands. The hat had gone round, and even after sharing the contents with Darla he had a good few coins left over; mostly silvers but with a couple of golds too. A good evenings work...

A figure stirred in the bed next to him. His hand drifted down to caress the shoulder of the sleeping maid. Yvette? Or was this Suzette? He could never remember their names. He shook her gently to rouse her. “My sweet, it is time you left. It would not be seemly for you to be caught out of bed at this hour.”

The girl awoke, slightly flustered and began to search for her clothes. She dressed quickly, but before she could leave Elisar stood, naked, and embraced her, kissing her deeply. “Alas my sweet, I must away on a noble quest. But I shall return soon.” He flashed her a smile, which was returned by the pretty yet nervous face. She opened the door to his room and looked out into the corridor, making sure it was clear before departing.

Elisar closed the door, a broad grin on his face. A good night indeed! He used the pot under the bed and washed himself all over using the jug and bowl on the nightstand. After drying himself he dressed and packed up his gear, checking his instruments were secure. Finally he retrieved his coin purse and secreted it on his person before heading out to break his fast.

——> To The Anonymous Note

<——Patrol 4

Exhausted, Azu simply paid for her room, ate, and went to sleep.

<—— patrol 4


Alban follows Azu into the inn and asks for a room at the inn for the day.  Giving Darla his money Alban takes his room key and a plate of food up to his room to rest his weary body and heal.

Sai follows the others into the inn, looking less damaged than last time but still ready for a meal and nap. He pays for his room and makes his way to bed.

Sai slips out of the inn early, returning in a handful of minutes with some basic supplies from Jessop.  He returns to his room and emerges an hour later, this time with a tiny burrowing owl perched on his shoulder.  The owl looks less than impressed until Sai offers her a bit of biscuit while he eats the remainder of his breakfast.

The next morning Azu woke up bright and early. She went down and found Sai, and in her typical mostly not sane fashion, she sat in his lap. ”I missed you last night. Why didn’t you come to my room?” She nuzzled his neck, ”You smell nice this morning. Did you bath? Not that you smelled bad before, but now you smell really good.”

Having gotten another nice rest in the wilds, Hoot ventures back into town to find his friends and go on more adventures. What he sees in the inn's common room shocks him.

Another owl! The excitement banishes the last of his sleepiness. This tribe must have secret owl taming techniques. Hoot excitedly coos and caws over the bird perched on Sai's shoulder, "You have such beautiful feathers. What's your name?"

Turning to Sai for an answer, he absentmindedly notes that Azu also is perching on Sai for some reason.

"Ah," Sai replies to Azu, his tone taking on a playfully formal tone, seemingly unfazed by her choice of seat. "I'm afraid another lovely lady had my attention last night." He motions to the owl, who gives an unimpressed glance before grabbing another bit of biscuit and perching on Azu.

As Hoot exclaims over the new arrival, Sai intones, "Of course! Where are my manners? This is Screech." He follows in a stage whisper, "You'll never guess why I gave her that name," as the tiny owl hops back down to a now-empty plate and lets out an impressive shriek, presumably at the lack of biscuits.

In response, Hoot mimics his own titular owl call sparking a brief screeching match right over Azu's head. So many new owl noises! Hoot has a great first impression of Screech, and he bobs in approval to Sai. Screech is also a very fitting name.

In fact, the way Screech and Whisper are named stirs up vague memories of a culture from when Hoot was very young and not on his own. Maybe he was raised by giant owls? It's a very nice thought, and it kindles a desire within Hoot to go discover his roots.

For today he has other plans though. He hopes to convince the group not to do their tribal patrol ritual today and go exploring on the beach instead! He starts with Azu's song and mimics different voices from there. "If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise: partying on the beach, four other sahuagin, myyyy pet is aaaa craaaab." Hoot can't convey his excitement vocally, and in fact his mimiced snippets carry vastly different tones. However, Hoot's enthusiasm shines through in his body language, bobbing his head and rocking onto his talons as he speaks. "Let's go meet destiny and see what she has in store for us."
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Azu grinned and patted the owl on her head. ”Screech. You are very lovely. Aptly named as well.” Then she clapped excitedly at Hoot, ”I agree. ADVENTURES!”

Getting a full rest after last night's patrol certainly helped Alban recover from the ordeal.  I will definitely have to handle situations like that better or face more dire consequences. That was too close to meeting Death... Nodding grimly to himself.  Alban gets dressed and cleans himself; going through his morning routine.  Getting out his spellbook and studying the magical symbols contained within.

Packing up all of his stuff Alban makes his way down to the common room to find his companions. As he enters the room Alban shakes his head in amusement and smiles at the shenanigans going on between Sai, Azu, and Hoot. Never a dull moment with those three. He finds some food and drink and takes a seat at his friends' table and begins to eat; listening to Hoot talk with the others.

Enialis appears back in the Frosthide Inn,"Hello their, I require lodgings and a place to practice scroll crafting." he says, feeding his familiar, Fion the Hawk, some jerky,"Oh, and theirs this Sergeant that owes me gold. So tell him I'm around here if he wishes to pay me."

Sai notices Alban approaching and offers a slightly apologetic grin. "Ah, Alban, you're just in time.  It sounds like these two are interested in exploring the coastline a bit." He glances out a window and mutters, "Not the usual weather for a beach day, but it might be profitable, at least." Smiling innocently at Azu still on his lap, Sai follows cheerfully, "Count me in!"

Odilon strides in and approaches the Innkeeper, "Good morn, I am in need of lodging this evening if you'd please?"

Azu cuddled closer to Sai. He was so warm and snuggly. She sighed as she wished he had given her attention last night, but the owl was nice.

Xannan has returned from the Scout a Watchtower job,
and is too late to join the group investigating the Anonymous Note.

Xannan will (use his downtime unit to) visit The Frosthide Inn,
ordering a hearty meal and room for the night.

Though he feels strong (level up), he knows he must rest (long rest),
before perusing the job board again on the next day.

“Well, Sai. Exploring the coastline for any clues may be fruitful in figuring out why more water folk are straying more north out of the sea. We may even discover more resources for us and settlement to use.  It would be a good opportunity to learn more about the wilderness in the area. How long were you thinking of staying out there?  It’s near midday now.  We would need to head out soon.””

Hoot is distracted a bit by Enialis and Fion, and he softly copies some hawk sounds. Hawks are cool if not quite as awesome as the silent, nocturnal owls.

In response to Alban, Hoot flaps his arms to gesture outside. "Let us take our leave while the sun is bright. Now, come on! ADVENTURE!" He'll wait for people to finish eating though. He foraged up some breakfast already.

Sai smiles at Hoot's energetic response. "I'm ready now," he replies to Alban.

Darla took the money from the incoming adventurers, and also directed them to the cafeteria for breakfast. She let Enialis know that there are writing desks in each room, with ink, quills and candles, though he must provide his own parchment, and he'll be charged if he leaves the inkpot open and it dries out.
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Enialis gives a nod to Darla, he leaves the inn and buys a few materials for his scroll crafting. Once in his room, he begins writing down the arcane symbols of fog cloud and takes a break from his previous venture.

Using 1 Downtime Unit to create a 1st lvl spell scroll, cost is 25 GP.
Enialis has crafted a Scroll of Fog Cloud.
He'll also take a long rest.

Odilon gives over the 3 gold as well and takes a long rest.

Looking around the table at his companions Alban says, "If everyone is ready, then let's go."  Grabbing his backpack and settling it on his back Alban gets up from the table and starts walking out towards the door.

---> perimeter patrol 4 thread
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Jankar, who had been taking a stroll through the Gambit on a whim armored and ready, was surprised when he saw the three goblins emerge from in front of the Inn! They were too fast for him to strike, though, so he ran into the establishment. "Goblins! Where did they come from? Did they hurt anyone?" he inquired, ready to follow them without question.

Darla said, "They snuck into the larder through the back entrance. Caught 'em in there myself, and chased 'em out. They ran outside the town walls."

"Miss innkeeper, are you okay?" Chloe's eyes narrow. "Or more importantly ... did they take anything?" She whirls around and fixates the spot the goblins disappeared into so as to not forget where they went.

From behind the safety of the wagon, Julius' head appears. "They are gone, right?"

"I'm afraid so," replies Chloe. "Maybe I'm wrong but they looked a tad like those who harrassed us earlier." She shakes her head, in a slightly exaggerated fashion. "I sure hope we didn't lead them here. The timing is quite unsettling."

"Well, they didn't take anything from us," says Julius after counting to five. "So since when do you care about other people's -"

"LET'S GO!" Chloe claps her hands. "Somebody help me track these guys down! They are gone for only like a minute."

"They took a ham, a boar roast, and one of them was trying to lift a barrel of ale, but it was too heavy, so he grabbed a cook pot, instead," said Darla.

Chloe can see a group already gathered at the town entrance talking to the guards.

When Jankar noticed that he wasn't the only one who wanted to do something about the goblins, he looked over to the girl and sized her up for a moment. But it was her words that struck him the most. "Looks like people are already grouping up at the gate. If you want to help, I suggest you come along." With that, the former military man would make his way over to the gate to talk to the group and the guards, though he was fully prepared to go after the goblins while their tracks were still fresh.

The group had already left. The guards said they went to follow goblin tracks, and the girl went after them. You can see them in the light they carry, not too far ahead.

OOC: Chloe joined a patrol group already in progress. You can join them (with the light sources they're walking around with, you won't even have to try to track them,) but a 6-on-3 fight against goblins probably won't be very fun or rewarding, especially at your level.

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After returning to Smith's Gambit, Chloe approaches Darla, briefly summarizes events and takes a room at the inn for herself and Julius - preferably a single room with two seperate beds, otherwise two seperate rooms - mentioning on the side (with glowing eyes and a wide grin) just how incredibly cozy the place actually is.

Chloe also voices concerns about Frederick and the wine. Her horse doesn't deserve to be out in the cold throughout the night and she is even more uncomfortable about leaving her wares outside with nobody looking out for them. Heaving five barrels up the stairs is not just awkward and noisy but also pretty rude.

The next day, no matter the solution, Chloe accepts Galenna Keenbellow's job offer. Unless the exploration trip is planned to last for more than just a day, she will return to Darla to rent the room(s) for the next day as well.

OOC: The cartography quest should take about 5 days. If you rent a room for that whole period, you can store your wares there. Someone can take the barrels to your room for you. You can stable your horse for 1gp a day, feeding included.
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In reply to Conspirator (msg # 100):

I should probably pay up now.

Past night before going to bed, this is what occured: The door to the inn opened and like a weasel slipping through a crack, Chloe stepped in. She was the first of the group to make it here and she was not in the mood to draw any attention.

"One room for the night, please." In her befuddled state she held up two fingers. "One room with seperate beds would be best for me and my companion."

"Of course, no problem", said Darla. "One night is three gold pieces per person, meals included."

Chloe slanted her head. "Do I get a discount for eating less?"

Darla squinted at the girl.

"Fine, fine." Chloe released a defeated sigh. "I'm not in the mood to haggle. He and me pay seperately. Julius can take care of himself for once. But I can take care of Frederick. That big thing at the side is a stable, right?"

"Sure. This inn is for the weary and the hungry. Be they a humanoid or animal."

"How sweet of you." Chloe radiated an energy that, for unexplicable reasons, could only be descibed with the word 'squirrel'. "I'll have to get back on you for the duration but we'll work something out."

-3gp for one night, -5gp for Frederick being taken care of for the next five days
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Odilon enters the inn and requests a room for the night. He isn't very talkative, his work ethic of late has left him exhausted. He needed to let his body rest and heal, something it was slower at now at his age, even with the warmth of Hyx to heal him.

Malkus enters the inn and approaches the counter. He approaches the desk, and gives a faint smile.
"I'd like a room, please, I'll grab a meal once I've gotten some sleep. Than you kindly."

He heads to his room for some much-needed recovery.

3gp for the room

Enialis enters the inn and pays Darla 3 gp,"I'll be taking a room and as usual I'll be taking a writing desk to make a scroll, I believe a have enough time and gold." he says and heads towards his room. It took him an entire day and a third of his fortune but he finally finish writing down the last symbols to create a scroll of grease.

3 GP for a room
Downtime Activity
Spending 1 unit and 25 GP to create a scroll of Grease

Darla takes Odilon's 3 gp and has a member of the staff offer to carry the tired cleric's bag to his room.

Odilon graciously thanks Darla and staff member who assist him up to his room. He doffs his armor and uses the water basin to wash his face, hands, and hair. He looks up when he is finished washing at the bruising on his arms and chest and shakes his head, "You're playing a young man's game Odi" he then makes his way over to the bed, pulling the covers down and climbing between them. He was hungry but he was more tired and without much effort he slipped off into sleep.

The next morning he awakes, his body is stiff and it takes several minutes of stretching to work out some of the larger kinks. He sat on the edge of his bed and counted his coin, he knew he would need more to get the necessary supplies to build his tavern temple to Hyx. He got down on his knees and said his devotions, allowing his physical and spiritual self to be exalted in prayer; for Odi this was always the most peaceful part of the day.

Once finished with his devotions he climbed to his feet and donned his armor once more, strapping his weapons down, and grabbing up his pack before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Bruised, battered, and more than a little roughed up, Malkus barely has the energy to strip off his armor before collapsing into a dream-filled sleep. After several long hours, he awakens, refreshed. Before getting on with his day, he recites several devotions to Helm, asking for His support with that day's ventures. After being warmed with the radiance of His strength, Malkus can feel a tingling sensation flow through his being. After meditating on the significance, he offers a prayer of thanks.

He packs up his belongings and heads out of his room and down to the common area, where he spots Odilon. He pulls up a chair next to his companion and sits down to a well-earned meal.

"Good morning and well met, friend. How is the servant of Hyx on this fine day?"

"Welcome Malkus" Odilon says with a grin, "Hyx surely smiles on us. Seems you've regained your composure with a nights rest, do you have plans for the day?" Odilon breaks a small loaf of bread that he'd ordered and hands half to Malkus across the table.

Malkus graciously accepts the offered bread, and places it on his bowl to cool.
"It's amazing what some rest can accomplish. I feel healthy as an ox. Chloe had mentioned something about a cartographer; after I break my fast I think I'll look into what that's all about. It certainly sounds intriguing.

How about you? Doing anything in particular?"

"Nothing particular. I am still trying to raise the funds" Odilon said, carefully chewing between words so as to not be rude. "Maybe I'll inquire after Chloe regarding that Cartographer"

Xannan walks (with a bit of a painful limp) into the Frosthide Inn,
and says to Darla "After that last outing, I could sleep for a few days, but one night will have to do. There's more work to be done!"

Xannan wishes to rent a room for the night, and thus have a long rest, with breakfast !
3gp removed.

It doesn't take long for Xannan to find the gnomish woman as she sits eating a meal at a table in the cafeteria area of the Frosthide. She was smudged with ink as usual and her rather large pack wasn't far from her filled with rolled up parchment, ink, and many other things. Surely this must be the woman. Her chair was facing toward where Xannan was coming from with her back towards the food counter. As he approached she looked up, smiled at him and gave him a cheery, "Good morning!"

Xannan replies,
"Yes, hello! I've seen the notice concerning the escorts needed.
Escorts to where, exactly? Is it a long journey?
I don't mind, I'm used to being outdoors and on the move.
Any room for another explorer?"

"Someone said something about an escort. I've seen the notice and would like to request to join." Enialis says, just appearing out of his room with his hawk, how he knows is a mystery. He gives a wave to his companions,"You three also joining in as well?"

Malkus talks over the din of the dining room in answer to the elf.
"Oh, aye, I was thinking to."
Malkus motions at his food with a wave of his hand.
"I've got some important business to finish up here with Odilon, and I'll need a few supplies, but then, 'yes.'" Can't let you folks have all the fun without me now, can I?"
With polite enthusiasm, Malkus returns to the task at hand. He pauses between bites to address the cleric.
"Pardon my nosiness, but what are you raising funds for?"

Odilon nods to Enialis indicating his interest, but then returns his focus to Malkus. "A Tavern temple dedicated to Hyx the Lord Father of hearths, adventurers, warmth, and good cheer. He has been my patron for many years now and now as I am nearing the end of my service he has asked that I dedicate myself to spreading his warmth to this pioneered land."

A grin washes over Odilon's face as he talks of the temple, "I will lay the hearth myself" he pulls a small leather bound book from the side pouch of his backpack and lays it out on the table, opening it and flipping through the pages are sketch after sketch of the tavern, it's decoration, layout, but when he finally settles on a page, or rather two, the sketch shows a massive 4 opening hearth in the center of the tavern. The stone masonry is complex and it is easily two stories. You can the chimney from the first floor narrows to the center of the second story and surrounding the chimney on all sides on the second floor are four individual hearths who's chimney's rejoin the main chimney as it exits the top of the structure.

"Why escorts thru part of the Rimewood that hasn't be discovered yet. As for how long, the journey is normally about a five day trek. And of course I have room for another adventurer! I'd be most appreciative for the help. I can't very well go out there on my own, I wouldn't last long." The gnome woman grinned then returned to the task at hand. "I'm sure you've read the add I posted. Gather whatever supplies you'll need and when you're ready come back and meet me here."

Two more people head down the stairs and appear in the doorframe to the dining room. One of them is a young man in a green coat with a tuft of frizzy black hair on his head that seems to cover his eyes and forehead. He looks to the person next to him who is of course Chloe, dressed in a comfortable looking white blouse. Her hazel hair is neatly combed and she is much more relaxed than yesterday.

"Heeeeeeeey!" She waves aggressively at the group with her free hand. The other one is carrying a small plate with some salted meat, onions and a loaf of bread. "May I introduce to you guys my good friend Julius Swift?" She indicates the young man with her open palm as if he was the product of an advertisement.

"Um, good morning." He was certainly up to his manners.

"You must be Galenna Keenbellow", Chloe says as she notices the gnome lady. "You may call me Chloe. I was about to look for you. I hope these gentlemen haven't taken my spot yet?"
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This morning, the inn is serving a hash of salted meat, potatoes, onions, peppers and spices, along with bread, and the usual brown ale. Sadly, there are no eggs, as the only domesticated birds nearby are familiars-- which don't lay eggs... and aren't really birds, for that matter.

Enialis waves back to the two that arrived,"Good morning Miss Nellington and Mister Swift, are you two also joining in the escort mission? Well I hope you brought enough rations for 10 days since that's how long we'll travel and head back, which reminds me to resupply some rations for myself. Excuse me, I'll be at Jessop's Goods." he says after he finishes his breakfast and heads out of the inn.

Heading to Jessop's Goods
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Galenna had a concerned look on her face when she heard the elf mention 10 days. "No no no. Five days in total not five days out and five days back. And I seem to have one spot left if you want it miss." She pulled out a contract and had each member interested sign it.

Enialis did not listen to the cartographer's advice and came back with rations worth 10 days,"Well excuse me but I don't have much experience traveling in unknown territory so it be best to over prepare just in case." he says and signs his name on the contract.

"Eh?" Julius' eyes go wide (not that anyone can see it) and turns to Chloe. "You said I could stay here."

"Oh, you do", assures him Chloe, "Mister Siannodel - this is Enialis Siannodel, by the way - must have misunderstood. I am going on my own." She pats him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, about that ..." Julius rubs his arm in discomfort. "I ... I don't really understand why you are doing this. I know you're a bit of a wildfire but", he lowers his voice, "you should know better than to throw yourself in obvious danger."

"It's not obvious danger. It's an exploration!" She gives him a playful bonk with the head. "It's gonna be alright. Nothing may happen at all!" Then her voice and her eyes turn confrontational. "This is the wild, Jules, not the city. There is going to be danger all the time. If I can't make it back alive with four battle-experienced allies by my side then, frankly, I deserve it."

Julius, now more disturbed than before, keeps his lips sealed. It looks like he is deeply uncomfortable with arguing in front of strangers. He tightens his grip around his plate and sheepishly heads over to a table far away where he begins to eat alone, watching in horror as Chloe signs the contract with a swift signature.

Xannan hastily signs Galenna Keenbellow's contract, securing his spot on the escort mission.

Xannan's signature is a messy scribble.

After the adventurers gather their supplies they return to find Galenna still waiting at the same table as before in the Frosthide Inn. "Are we all ready to head off?"

Malkus appears lost in Odilon's description of the temple, as he paints quite the magnificent picture. The increased activity brings him back to reality, and he efficiently finishes eating.
"That appears most impressive! I'm sure you have more to tell about it, which will help to pass the time on our journey, but I must hurry to the store so that I don't get left behind. If you'll please excuse me..."

With that, he gets up and departs for the general store.
---> store

"Alright, I'm ready." Chloe stands back in the doorframe to the dining hall, quickly stepping inside as someone wants to go through. Over her puffy white blouse from earlier is now a hardened leather armor with a black jacket as the third layer. Her breeches end in two sturdy-looking boots and a belt lined with two daggers and a rapier tucks all of this away under her hooded cloak. The backpack looks quite heavy and leaves no space on her back meaning that she had to drape her shortbow over her shoulder along with a full quiver.

"I-I'm really warm for some reason", she says. "You don't mind if I wait outside?" She waddles off like a stoned penguin.

Returning from Jessop's Goods,
Xannan says, "Yes, ready. Let's go!"

"I am glad you think so" Odi said with a smile, "I am ready to leave when everyone else is"

Malkus edges through the doorway past a very burdened Chloe, but suppresses any thoughts of chuckling through force of will. He signs Galenna's document, and joins with the others.

Galenna gets up, says her good byes to Darla and the staff and walks out the front door of the Inn.
<<<< Exits to The Second Keenbellow Exploratory Expedition Thread.
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"Watch out for her, okay?" The voice is coming from Julius who had inched up to Malkus holding an empty plate in his hand (and he had clearly no idea what to do with it). He looks at nobody directly and he speaks softly as if being too loud could draw anger.

"I trust her will but not her judgement. She ... is sometimes too optimistic for her own good. Doesn't always think ahead." Julius straightens his posture. "So, uh, don't let her do anything that might endanger her. Okay?" At the sound of silent staring he awkwardly scratches his head. "Look, I'm not supposed to say this but ... she almost went bankrupt two times in a row because she thought she could take someone on who was stronger than her. Just something to keep in mind. This is who she is." He shrugs. "Maybe I'm just worrying too much ..."

Malkus eyes the boy with a bit of surprise, before nodding slightly.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine with us. Sometimes enthusiasm is more important than judgement. You have to let birds fly to get them out of the bush."

With that, Malkus follows Galenna on her adventure.

Elisar returned to the inn, seeking out Darla. He intended to rest for a few days, and was happy to sing for his supper in return for board and lodging. He had been trying out some new magics and wanted to perfect them during his free time. He would spend his days exploring the town and the evenings entertaining patrons. And the nights... well, we shall see!

OOC- code for levelling up and waiting until player gets back from holiday before starting a new mission!

Darla agreed to let the bard stay in exchange for his performance, once again feeding him with the staff each night before the customers.

Elisar performed a new routine that night, telling tales of brave adventurers fighting packs of giant wolves, mighty heroes battling fierce barbarian champions for honour and glory, and beautiful enchantresses weaving their magicks. He also mixed in a good selection of songs to keep the punters entertained.

All the while he kept eyes and ears open, trying to identify any opportunities for adventure and profit. It was always worth listening to men in their cups, as a good wine loosened the tightest of tongues.

Bison entered being half dragged along by Azu.

“This place could use more stag heads on the rafters.”
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Azu burst in through the door. ”Hello Beautiful People! Tonight I will need a room because I will be having lots Nd lots of sex with this handsome gentleman!”

I salute the crowd.

“I hope the rafters in the bedrooms are more interesting than the ones in here. Who is in charge of this establishment? I have a business proposition for them. Ahhh, but it can wait till morning.” I say to her.

I pull her upstairs and fade to black.
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The next morning (or 5 minutes later, whichever comes first), Bison comes downstairs, his clothes fresh, his hair groomed.

"Good morning! Who is in charge of this fine establishment?" He speaks to the room.
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In reply to Michael Bison (msg # 140):

Elisar was already breakfasted, and busy cleaning his musical instruments in the bar area. When Michael appeared he smiled, knowing the face of a man contented with his night time activities. He pointed to a handsome looking woman in the corner, sat at a table with a ledger. “Good morning. You would be looking for Darla, over there.”

"I am." A woman with dark brown hair pulled tightly into a bun answered right away. She spoke firmly. "What can I do for you?"

I nod to Elisar, "Thank you sir. I recognize you are an artist, a performer. If you're in need of any marketing don't hesitate to ask, we can do more than just free room and board for a song with your talent! Yessir!"

I move to Darla, "Your ceilings could use better decorations. Studies show that mounted stag heads are the latest rage. I could acquire them for you for a fair price."

"Well, I appreciate the offer, however I like my INN the way it is." She gestured to her plain wooden walls and posts. "I like having the INN be very simple. We offer food and warm shelter and it works. Just greeting everyone with a smile makes travelers feel at home."

In reply to Michael Bison (msg # 143):

Elisar stood and bowed theatrically. “I am Elisar, called the Moonraven, a simple singer of songs and teller of tales. You would have caught my show last night had you been less... distracted.” He grinned at the last.

He turned to Darla. “Madam, the fresh air awaits. I shall return later with some new songs for your patrons.” With that he finished his task and out his things away, and headed for the door.

Sai exits his room and approaches as the others are speaking.  "I'm surprised you noticed the ceiling, given what I could hear from next door," he says to the sharply-dressed man with a smile and good-natured wink to both him and Azu, placing his room key onto the counter.

Turning to Darla, Sai intones, "Thank you once again for your delightful service.  I regret that I will only need to take advantage of your accommodations for a few more nights."  Sai sits down at one of the tables to eat a quick breakfast.

Azu grinned at Sai, ”You can join us tonight, there is more than enough of me to go around.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Sai nearly chokes on a piece of egg at Azu's invitation.  Red in the face (whether from the choking or invitation is not clear), he regains his breath and responds, "As generous as your offer is, I'm not sure I'd be able to keep up with you."  He winks once more, more friendly than flirty, before returning to his breakfast.

While the idea of building and running a bigger and better INN just to spite Darla crossed his mind, Bison was not interested in making a profit off of something so tame. Adventure was everywhere, and he was going to capitalize on it.

"Listen, Sai, all joking aside, we could use your help. We are forming an Adventurer's Guild...Jen called it, oh what was it you said, Sugar? Team Destiny? You wanna join Team Destiny Sai?"

Alban makes his way down to the common room after a decent night’s sleep.  Grabbing some breakfast he makes his way over to the table with Sai.  Nodding towards Sai Alban says, “Good morning. How are you all doing?  Made any decisions on the next step to take?”

In reply to Elisar Moonraven (msg # 145):

Elisar, your performance was adequate and Darla is happy to comp your room and meal, but no one left any tips. You earn a comfortable lifestyle for the night, but did not make any extra money.

I nod to Alban, "Greetings. Sai is about to make the best decision of his life. Joining our Guild. How about you??? My name is Mr. Bison. My friends call me Mike." I offer a handshake.

The gnome cautiously shakes the man’s hand. “Mike, is it. And where do you hail from Mike?”

"Thank you for asking. I am from DeepWater, my family owns quite a few successful businesses, but I wanted to branch out and get my own thing going far from my father's reach, and dare I say, approval? Hahaha."

“Oh, you come from a merchant family? I may have run into them in the past. What do they do? Why though an Adventure Guild; particularly in this frozen part of the world. What do you hope to find out here?”

For a brief second you see a devious look in Bison's eyes. "I'm sure you have, Mr. Alban. There are rumors of powerful relics in this frozen tundra. I know, I know, rumors are healthy business practices. So that's why we are trying to collect a team of adventurer's to provide daily needs to the settlement. I have a current proposal right now, pays quite handsomely if you're interested in bounty work. I only need two more people to help me out!"

With Bison's invitation, Sai's posture changes from casual to more formal.  Ignoring the bit of eggs remaining for the moment, he responds, "If it's profitable, and the terms are agreeable, I might be interested.  What's the job, and what are the terms?"

Listening to Mike talk and Sai's response Alban was cautious. "Bounty work?" he says with a humph.  "And who is paying the bill? You, Mike or someone else far away in a cozy dwelling somewhere? How would you expect to collect such a reward and tracking down magical relics is no easy feat; worse in this kind of place."He said skeptically.  "Right now, Erret is asking for volunteers to investigate a magical disturbance in the Rimewood near the Hexia village.  What did you have in mind, Mike?"
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“I can’t go into details, but would 50gp be enough for you to help me track down a wanted man???”

Ooc: I don’t know all the details but the dm has given me enough info that they will start a quest for us once we have a group.
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Azu grinned, her voice a twitter, ”Keep my share of the money, I am in it for the excitement.”

"Oh, you might get more excitement than you can handle, Azu. What makes you think this person is even in this region; let alone be able to find him? I've noticed people that come out here are usually running or hiding from something and don't wont to be found." Alban says with a serious tone of voice.

a small figure enters the inn quietly, taking in the scene. The halfling is thin for his kind, lean bordering on gaunt. His black shoulder length hair is straight but looks windswept, his blue eyes bright, but holds a haunting pain. Down his left forehead, past his eye and to his ear is a scar.

His grey hooded robe, trimmed with white, dark purple and black is well made but obviously well worn. His only weapons are a gnarled staff with a small purple sphere on the top and three silver rings hanging from it with leather straps, a simple dagger at his hip, and a crossbow strapped to his pack.

The halfling, looking around, walks to the innkeeper talking to her briefly then turns and approaches the group. His voice is quiet but clear.

"I believe your interested in hunting a thief. If you will have me, i would like to come."

The thin, almost pale halfling smiled  "My name is Kaern."
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"Well met, Kaern.  I'm Sai," the lanky elf replies warmly.  Addressing the remainder of the group, Sai continues, "I can say the bounty sounds quite reasonable to me.  And while there is likely more to explore on the coast," Sai nods to Alban, "we may have better luck if we can get some equipment that will help us explore.  Perhaps a magic charm or potion that would protect against the cold?  In any case, that involves coin, and if our handsome friend here has some to spare, then these interests may align nicely.  Tell us, Kaern, what do you know of this thief?"

The halfling kept a serious look in his face as the woman spoke, a face that looked like it rarely smiled. The halfling took a seat and began speaking.

"He came through my home in the north not long ago...a fresh face in a small town. Little did we know the charming man was a thief. When he left we discovered he had stolen many small items from people in the town, my sister discovered that he stole something...a necklace that belonged onto our mother. My sister was young when she died and this is all she has ."

The halfling looked around the table. "The fact he has a bounty against him is no surprise, but my interest in him is getting my families property back....or by the gods I will take it out of his spine."

His tone was neutral, almost monotone as he spoke,  but his eyes held a glint of determination.

"...so if you seek him, I will help"

“From the look of your clothes and body you have been searching for this man, I assume he’s human, for a while now.  What makes you believe that the thief is near here?” Alban then passes half his breakfast towards the gaunt halfling. Gesturing towards the food he says, “Eat! It looks like you haven’t had a decent meal in awhile. Can’t have you collapsing from weakness, now can we.”

The halfling looked at Alban, his look neutral. "Never did I say he was human....i said man." he looked at the plate and allowed a small half smile.

'...and don't judge a book by its cover. I am stronger than I look." He pushes the plate back. "...and have ordered my own meal thank you."

Taking the plate of food back he shrugs and continues eating. “Can’t say I didn’t offer.”

"The question remains, what do we know of his whereabouts?  I can't say I've done bounty hunting before, so I'm not sure where we start," Sai replies.

Azu eats and kind of ignores everyone else. They know she will go along with them, no question, she just isn’t much for planning. Unless it is funny!

The halfling watches as a plate of warm oatmeal is sat in front of him with a simple flagon of water. The halfling nods in acknoledgement and looms at the others with a shrug.

"I'm new to town....literally. Any ideas you have i will bow to."

"Hmm..." Sai muses, his face considering for a moment.  "I suppose we'd want to start by chatting with Erret, then.  He's trustworthy, and most likely to know all the faces in town.  Otherwise, we could check with the guards."  He considers for another moment.  "Kaern, you know what the thief looks like?  Would you be able to give a description of his appearance to folks around town?"
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The halfling ate a spoonful of oatmeal and took a drink as Sai asked the question  Finishing the question, he spoke in his softly spoken voice.

"I never met him, but saw him from a distance. The board has it right, but he is human sized...I'd guess almost 6 feet tall."

He again took a mouthful of oatmeal again

Listening intently as everyone speaks their mind Alban considers thoughtfully,  During a pause in the conversation he says, “Erret probably wont know much about this thief unless they introduced themselves to him when they arrived in town.  You would probably have better luck talking with whoever is running the town guard.  They should have a better idea about what crimes are occurring here in town.  I haven’t heard of a thieves guild or syndicate forming yet here in town.  I suppose we could also try talking with Jessop if the thief is trying to sell his stolen goods.  He may have heard rumors among the caravans and traders in the area.  This all assumes if the thief is even in the immediate area.” Pausing for a moment Alban tilts his head a little, “We may even have to travel to other villages in the Rimewood; depending on where the search takes us.”
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"Sounds as good a plan as any. Let's check with the guard first, then consult Jessop. We're sure to pick up a trail somewhere if he's been around." Sai waits until everyone is finished eating, then stands and slings his pack on before heading toward the door.

---> to the barracks
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the new halfling finished off his porridge and water and wordlessly followed Sai out the door to the barrack.

--> to the barrack

Azu stood and took her patented animae girl pose, “SuperAwesome Team of Destiny away!”

———>Barracks

Alban finishes his meal and follows the group out of the inn.


To the barracks thread

Enialis enters the inn after his long trip out of the Rimewood, he rents a room  and orders his food,"Hmm, what a troublesome bother, I need to create more defensive scrolls but those are costly. I wonder if their aren't any jobs that are in need of a wizard. Well their are always the patrol jobs if their aren't one."

Malkus makes his way to the inn where he rents a room and orders some food.
He heads to his room in order to pray to Helm and meditate on his mission.

Enialis notices a new tavern is up and running and reads the sign,"Chloe's Cozy Cavern Tavern, hmm, maybe I should take a look." he says before Fion the hawk screech and points toward the job board,"Hmm, let's see what we have here, someone's in need of arcane knowledge and their traveling somewhere that isn't covered in snow. Sounds right my ally, I think I'll pay a visit."

Going to Hexia's Shop
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Through the door comes Chloe, her backpack is gone. "It's at home", she explains. "And I like the sound of that: home. I am no longer a guest here; I am a resident."

What her friend Julius Swift had been up to all this time? He probably kept himself over water by working as a clerk for Erret Smith or as a minor laborer. He is mighty happy to see his friend alive and well, giving her a welcoming hug. And he is even happier knowing that the "Cavern Tavern" he helped to construct is indeed Chloe's designated business and home.

"It's kinda in the name", he says. "So I brought all our stuff over."

"Very good, very good. We'll have to wait for Frederick's stable. Until then", she turns to Darla, "remind me again how much one day in the stable costs. Was it one gold piece? I think it was."

Malkus enters into a meditative state within the confines of his room. After anointing himself, he begins a chanting prayer to Helm that carries on for several hours. At long last, a vision of his patron appears before him, clad from head to toe in armor. Bowing his head in supplication, Malkus pledges to pursue the enemies of Order and stamp out any and all resistance to His great vision of unity and peace.

"They shall be so thoroughly erased that in time, none shall even remember they existed, my Lord. You can't beat a dead horse with water."

With a noiseless flash, and probably some eye-rolling, the figure disappears, leaving Malkus to the solitude of his room.

12:12, Today: Malkus rolled 4 using 1d10+2 ((2)). Lvl 3 hit dice

Elisar returned from his visit to Jessops Store and entered the Inn. While the primary concern right now was hot food and a warm fire, he also asked around to see if there were other souls keen on an adventure.

After several more hours steeling his resolve to ruthlessly remove any threat to travelers in this region, Malkus slowly stretches and gathers up his gear. He makes his way downstairs to the great room. After ordering his meal, he finds an open table near the fire where he can enjoy his repast.

Elisar sat in the common room, cleaning his instruments. As he did so he watched the townsfolk come and go. Most were simple folk, farmers, woodcutters and other trades. Some looked like they could handle themselves in the scrap, but weren’t necessarily the adventurous type.

Then a new figure appeared, one he had not seen before. A slim fellow in a worn cloak, but one who had the bearing of a warrior. He watched as the man sat down close to the fire. After a moment he wandered over and introduced himself. “Good day to you, sir. I am Elisar, called the Moonraven. Excuse me for being so bold, but a small group of us are heading out on an expedition tomorrow, looking for strange magicks. Might be fun, and should be rewarding. Our employer is paying one hundred gold a man for a weeks work, plus we can keep anything we find along the way. We could do with some more muscle, and you look like you can handle yourself. Does that tickle your fancy somewhat?”

He looked at Malkus, trying to judge his reaction to the offer. If the man expresses an interest he will tell him what he knows of the mission, as per the brief from Hexia.

Malkus acknowledges the pleasant-looking fellow and listens to his offer, chewing over it while he simultaneously chews his food. While probably of less import to the security of the town than patrols, his order also encourages adventuring as a means to keep one's skills honed.

"I do alright, when it counts. I am Malkus, and Helm is my strength. I'm less excited at the thought of keeping what I find, but I don't want travelers to fall prey to strange magicks due to inaction on my part."

He thinks over it some more, before the gleam of conviction fills his eyes.

"Ok, count me in."

After Elisar's briefing, Malkus excuses himself to wrap up a loose end or two, with the promise to meet up with the group in the evening.

->>>> to the Cavern Tavern

From: Scout the Redfoot Camp job

Spark opens the door to the Frosthide Inn rather forcefully. Bringing the bag with goblins inside would have to excuse the rush.

"Sorry for causing a ruckus," he states even as he makes a beeline for the warmth of the hearth and a place he can deposit the unconscious goblin and his wife. "Is there anything to drink, preferably something warm!" He asks.

The warforged starts tending to the unconscious body, trying to massage some warmth and life back into it.

Boneclaw followed right after Spark with a small horde of goblins.
"No liquor". Boneclaw knew liquor would thin the blood and potentially drop the goblin in further hypothermic shock. He appointed some of the goblins to turn up the heat by adding wood to the fire. The rest he gestured to sit in a corner and he held up a finger to warn them to stay out of trouble. He then joined Spark, hopping around him to see if he did it properly.
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A water genasi followed the artificial man and the crow-person into the tavern, either not seeming to notice or not seeming to care that they had barged in to this establishment.

The man was wearing leather armor and held a quarterstaff and had a shield equipped, though his shield was strung across his back at the moment, given he was in town.

Though he didn't appear injured, he was caked in dried blood, that quite honestly reeked.

The entire group seemed to have just returned from a warzone.

From outside the door, the rest of their crew could be seen (a man and a bugbear from town), along with a a large heaping of war-spoils.

Tidelan shuffled around for a short while, seemingly uninterested in checking on the goblin himself.

He soon spoke up, "Spark, Boneclaw. Our group's journey is over, I'm going to return to Smith with our story, and I'll return soon with our collected payments. Then, we will finish our time together"

He nodded respectfully to the two men, before turning back and leaving the Inn.

Outside, he approached the bugbear, "Friend Lukas, thank you for leading us on this mission. I am heading to Smith now, will you deposit our unnecessary equipment while I'm gone?"

OOC: Tidelan is marching to Town Hall for a moment

Darla opened her mouth to scold the group causing such a ruckus, but by the looks on the faces of the goblins, decided instead to say, "I'll have the kitchen bring some broth. I won't charge, this time, but if they break or steal anything, I'm holding you three responsible."

Tidelan returned to the Inn about ten or fifteen minutes after he had left... He still smelt awful, he was still covered in caked goblin gore, but he seemed less stressed out (still equally overtired), and his pockets jingled heavily.

As soon as Tidelan gets back, he begins handing out hefty leather pouches, which are basically straining with the gold coins stuffed inside. He gives one to each of his group members who are present, and those that aren't, he hands them off to Darla and asks her to return them to his friends, when they come back (he tries to give a decent description).

Then, after everything was settled (including informing his friends of Smith's inquiry for more information, and commanding the goblins to gather to meet with the governor), he handed Darla the three gold coins Smith had given him, in order to pay for a bath. If there was anyway to secure a larger tub, or a longer period of time he was allowed to use the facilities, he would pay extra (up to 25 additional Gold, he's pretty serious about this).

Once the bath had been drawn, he opened the door and locked it behind him.

He didn't even bother to strip his armor (he did remove his belongings) until he was in the waters. He would spend however long he was allowed to be in there, fully submerged, not coming up for a single breath.

After about ten minutes, he would strip, having served the purpose of washing his clothes and himself.

Tidelan breathed in the water, which by now was actually difficult to do, because it was rather filled with crud that had sloughed off of him, but unless he felt like he would suffocate, he didn't let that bother him... besides, he was planning to lower his heart rate pretty soon after getting in.

Tidelan enters a deep meditation in the waters of the bath. He dreams of the serene ocean as his silent tears mix with the filthy water.

---

(Hopefully Tidelan managed to convince Darla to give him 24 hours to bathe... so he can long rest in the tub (I weep). If not, he will do a silent and unresponsive walk of shame back to whatever room he rented for the night... He'll have to be prompted to get dressed and take his stuff with him, TBH)
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"Oh right, he'll probably want the maps and other documents we discovered."

Spark collects his purse of gold before collecting the goblins, including the wife of the one who hopefully was breathing easier and might make it through the night. [Language unknown: "Aster sset ti nt ckre ananli, n teac cebe stist weurno hiic."] He points at the ones rescued from Muzznik's torturing table. [Language unknown: "Thu derta ek fonc m tr seave rili wiltedhisave u in ei, prosi ho aipo vorourted ll ulnofiwepe ev rina son alngic nist ivare evioom ek."]

He looks over at Boneclaw. "I'm taking them and the maps and documents to Smith. Did you want to watch over the unconscious one, or come and lay out your plans for the future clergy of Kelemvor?"

Spark moves off to the town hall

There is no time limit on the baths. The water doesn't stay hot for long, and most leave before it gets very cool, so they never thought to set a limit. The inn, fortunately, is well heated, with fireplaces and stoves all over, so you don't risk freezing. After about 15 minutes, someone knocks to see if Tidelan is alright.

There was only one goblin tied to Muzzrink's table when you were there, and the others unanimously agree to let him speak for them to Smith (They made him their chief.) He gladly goes with Spark to meet the governor.
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The goblin who went with Spark to see Smith returns alone to the inn. He walks over to the desk, and says to Darla, "I am Splug. You are having rooms? I am needing a room for talking to my people, just my people, not your people. I am having no coins. Smith saying everyone working getting coins yes? I am seeing filthy blue spirit go to your bathing-hut. I am cleaning bathing hut when he is done, if you let me using room for talking to my people. Not all night, only two, three candles burning. We are not needing candles. We are not breaking or stealing anything, and we will cleaning up after us. Is Frost-Hide agreeing?"

"Alright, but only if you do a good job and work hard. Then I'll agree to let you use a room, but I will be holding you to your word. No breaking, no stealing, and clean afterwards." Darla answered the little goblin with as simple common words as she could.

Splug returns to where his people are gathered. He says to Boneclaw, "How is Xulb? He is the sick goblin? I must asking the attention of my people. If Xulb can listening, him too. I am making sure they understanding the rules of Smithgambit tribe, for thanking of friends Erretsmith and Frost-hide. And you, the exile, the metal man and the blue spirit, of course." Then, to the goblins, [Language unknown: "O eisa loul uslaacseou heral rea utsari loica trlo with oeringder. U andnd miecio ur prewa ch wame. Ingstrallanyons, reawh thoce tho ev ica t illima tero, itwhun be ri dayherugh dine orethiset ck ro tireec. Hercomeaueen nt thdiar mo tipa entvorven, pa i er ekec orewh. Elad ismero sall fosasa wasoutnti, rockun ouch eepre ame enlo p. Ec ev olset onittr laho."]"

Verbannt arrived twenty minutes later than the others, having needed to go check on the state of his homestead before he arrived.  He brushed snow from the pelts he had acquired before stepping inside, his frame filling the doorway with darkness until he stepped through and the light flooded back in.  He set six copper pieces upon the bar, and nodded towards the Darla.

"Are you the Matriarch of this Hall? I would drink here, if you will have my coin."

If she took it, he joined his companions. When he reached the table, he set the bag of holding upon it and took a seat.

"You all fought well.  We should divide the spoils, and then seek out Governor Erret Smith for our payment.  We did more than scout out the camp, so we will hear what he says.  Maps as well, and knowledge, good coin in these things.  I have no want for any of the lesser trinkets and weapons we found, but the Redfoot Chieftan had a fine set of studded leathers.  I would claim those, and have words with any who might have eyes for such things.  Do any take issue with my claim?"

He didn't sound like he was threatening, but honestly with the massive bugbear it was hard to tell sometimes.
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Darla says, "This ain't a tavern, friend. We don't normally sell ale separately. Guests who don't know when to stop get too rowdy, and keep the other guests up. But since you have your own home to go to tonight, I'll make an exception, this time, long as you keep the drink in the cafeteria, and promise not to let anyone in there provoke you into a fight."

Spark returns with the coin given by Smith and hands out a share of 25 gold pieces for each of the travelling comrades. "This is a bonus for retrieving valuable documents that show more Redfoot villages scattered around the area. Smith is left with figuring out if we should hide it out or go on the offensive."

Looking at Lukas and the armour, Spark nods. "I think it will suit you quite well. I do not need for it; I am more of a metal-man myself."

The warforged chuckles at his own apparent joke. "I could use the enchanted bag, or the shield myself as well as any pieces of weapons and armour that contains metal. This would really help me get started with my blacksmith operation in town."

Verbannt narrowed his eyes, unsure if he was being shown special favor or being sleighed.

"A Matriarch within her own Hall would never face such disrespect from one of my cla... from me."

He huffed, though he did not expect these Northerners to know his people's ways.

---

He nodded at Spark, scratching at the fur at his chin.

"Good, I would make no claim to any other.  What say you others?"

He added.

Darla says, "Good. If that's what you say, I expect your actions to match up to your words. And in case you're not sure, I didn't mean any disrespect to you, either. In some tribes, killing over a verbal challenge in someone else's home is acceptable, even expected. Didn't know if you came from one of those, so I just needed to make sure you understand the behavior I expect from my guests. And if I catch some fool trying to start a fight, with you or anyone else in my inn, you can expect they won't be my guest for long. Now go, enjoy your ale, and just so you know, its customary to leave a few coppers in the can next to the bard if you enjoy his music."

After Spark and Boneclaw dealt with splitting loot he displayed the shield on his left arm and nodded satisfied. "Good stuff", he said in someone else's voice:"Good stuff".

Spark cheerfully collected the bag of holding and went about examining in it more detail, marvelling at the fine craftsmanship as well as the magic of the item.

"While it was a bit of a slog through cold and wet terrain, I want to say thank you for the adventure. We got to see some action and we might have made Smith's Gambit safer both by taking out the chieftain and providing Smith with some documents."

He looked from Boneclaw to Lukas. "Thank you, friends!"

Verbannt spent twenty minutes cleaning the leathers, taking off his own, and carefully putting them on.  Despite the fact that they seemed too small, they fit him perfectly once they were on, easily sliding into place.

"Let us go find Governor Erret Smith then, and tell him the tale of the deeds we have done."

He rose, gathering his new pelt about him, and heading out the door.

OOC:  Departing for Smith's Gambit
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Eithan stepped in through the door, carefully bringing his over-burdened backpack through the door without knocking anything astray before turning to close it behind him. The crackling of the fireplace caught his ear immediately - warmth - and he made an almost involuntary line for the hearth.

Finding an empty seat, he took off his pack and set it down next to his chair. The pack and all the equipment strapped to it was nearly as big as Eithan himself, full to bursting with camping and digging eqiupment strapped to every surface. He removed his traveller's cloak and placed it over the pack facing the fire, giving the frost a chance to melt and dry, before taking of his hat and placing it on top of the bundle.

Finally down to his somewhat dry traveling robes, Eithan finally let himself collapse down into the seat with a sigh of contentment, holding up his hands as warmth from the fire leeched into his fingers. This eternal cold would take some getting used to.

Immediate need for warmth satisfied, he looked up around the room to see if he had caught the notice of the innkeeper yet. Food and board weren't about to just summon themselves.

Darla came into the lobby and saw the newcomer warming up by the hearth, she smiled and said, "Hello! Looking for a room? If you're hungry, meals are included with your room. Lunch is about to be served. Chilled roast venison, between two slices of bread, in the style of the nomadic coven of the Shifting Dunes of Darua."

OOC: The Shifting Dunes of Darua is in southwestern Wuaden. You would likley have traveled through it on your way from the Great Library to the Rimewood. The aforementioned coven guides travelers through the wastes, using their magic to keep the sandstorms at bay. Since they often need to cast spells while eating, they developed a way to hold their meal one-handed. They're still working on figuring out how to speak verbal components with their mouths full.
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"Then I'm on time for a change," Eithan said with a smile. "Yes, room and food would be wonderful, thank you. May I also trouble you for a small pot of tea? With milk?"

He reached into a fold in his robes, taking out his coin pouch from some hard-to-see pocket.

"What are your rates? Oh! And would you happen to have a bath house or a sauna? I've been on the road for a time, I'd love to just feel clean again."

Darla said, "That's 3 gold pieces a night. Go ahead and go into the cafeteria for lunch while we warm the water up for you. I'll have a member of the staff show you to the tubs once you're finished."

Eithan's face lit up at the promise of a bath. "Perfect."

He stood up, paying his fee and gathering his gear back up. "I'll just drop this off in my room first though, if you can just point me in the right direction? My name's Eithan, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

OOC: -3 gp recorded for room

Darla accepts the coin and hands Eithan a key with a tag that says "201." "I'm Darla, pleased to meet you, Eithan. Here's your key, and your room is up the stairs, first door to your left. I can have one of my staff take your things up for you, if you like."

"[Language unknown: Icditr ratst ssairial] Darla, that would be a kindness," Eithan replied, taking his key and heading to the cafeteria for lunch.

OOC: Am I okay to just cut ahead in time with some description to after Eithan's all cleaned up, then ask Darla some questions on my way back out for the afternoon? Assuming I am, just checking that assumption first because I'm new.
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OOC: That's fine. I'm sure a few people would be disappointed that they don't get a description of Hugh Jackman taking a bath, but this game is rated for general audiences, after all ;)

Eithan spent the early afternoon on his lunch and a long bath, taking the opportunity while bathing to prestigitate his clothes clean again where possible. Fed, warm and refreshed, coat on and hat in hand, backpack secured in his room, Eithan headed out for his afternoon errands.

On his way out, he stopped to find Darla again before leaving.

"Darla, there you are. I'm looking to pick up some magical reagents: Incense, herbs, charcoal, that sort of thing. And access to a brazier for a bit over an hour or so for a little-" he paused to waggle his fingers in the universal gesture for doing magic "-ritual I have planned. Any place in town you'd reccomend? I'm still finding my way around."

OOC: What can I say? Hugh had the best hat in the profile pictures so I went with it. ^_^

Darla scracthed her head as she thought, "Hmmm... only place in town that might have that is Jessop's. Otherwise, in the morning, you can take the portal to the Fierce Hearts village and ask Hexia. I hear tell she's got all sorts of magical goodies. I'm sure she'd let you use a brazier. Of course, you'll need to wait another day to take another portal back."

At the mention of a portal, Eithan did a double take, his face lighting up. "Wait, a portal? Here? Where do I find it, and what time does it open? And what was this about a village?"

"The portal opens every morning in front of the town hall. It leads to a tribal village Smith has made an alliance with, who are protected by a powerful mage: Hexia. She trades in magic items and hires adventurers to explore ruins and such," says Darla.

OOC: In the towns, the time is always considered whatever time is most convenient. Saying the portal opens "in the morning" just means you can only take it once per long rest.

"There's ruins too? I should've come visit this place years ago." He raised his hat politely. "Thanking you kindly Darla, that's very heplful. I'll be back this evening for dinner."

OOC: Gotcha. Gonna have Eithan go shopping and grab a drink before winding up his current day though. But for when I get around to Eithan's tomorrow morning: Is there a thread where I'm supposed to use the portal to step through it, or do I just show up at the village, or post something in Hexia's shop?

"If Amelekia allowed it, Smith would have come here years ago, too," says Darla.

Since the portal goes directly to Hexia's shop, just post something like this in the thread you leave from:
--> To Hexia's Shop

Then you can start posting in the Hexia's shop thread.

"And we can all be glad of that. See you this evening!"

With coat and hat in place, freshly cleaned and prepared, Eithan strode out of the Inn for the afternoon.

--> To Jessop's Goods
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On returning from his afternoon errands, Eithan retired to his room, to rest and wait for dinner. During the dinner service, he made sure to reserve a few dry scraps of meat in a carefully folded piece of cloth.

After an evening's rest, he woke early in Room 201. Taking the time to open his spellbook, he spent ten minutes carefully pacing the dimensions of a spell circle, checking and double checking his work against a diagram. He hummed softly in seemingly pure tones, drifting his wand through the air holding it gently between thumb and index finger. The tip of his wand seemed to dance over the air across spider-silk threads that weren't there, and would vibrate to a greater or lesser degree as he adjusted his pitch.

He curved his ash wand through the air, as if bundling and guiding those invisble threads into a carefully knotted bundle, humming and hawing and squinting as if to try and see the invisible... Eventually when things seemed to meet his satisfaction, he reached out with a free hand, making a plucking motion as if to strum an invisible instrument, his voice reverbrating with a word of magical power.

A gentle pulse, barely perceptible, ran through the room from the center where Eithan had plucked at nothing in the air. The novice wizard nodded to himself in satisfaction.

"Welcome back, Drogo," he spoke quietly to the apparent nothing. "Start re-packing the luggage around the new supplies, would you? We've got a long trip ahead of us, and I can't have that incense and herbs getting damaged until we've got Korbin back."

As the young wizard turned to see to his clothes, his backpack and supplies began to undo and unpack themselves, as if at the pace of an invisible servant. As if some kind of assembly line, the invisible force would present a small item of gear or clothing - and Eithan would gesture over it, speaking another word of power that seemed to resonate on the air for seconds after the ear itself reported it finished, and sweat, grime and dirt would vanish from sight. The item would be re-folded and set aside.

Eventually, gear and clothing fully cleaned and restored after thirty minutes or so, Eithan turned his attention to the room. He and the spirit carefully folded back the bedding and generally tidied up the room, in preperation for whatever turn-down service Darla and the inn staff would be looking to employ later in the day.

Room and personal effects cleaned and tidied to his satisfaction, Eithan shouldered his burden anew, and returned to the front of the inn where he had met Darla for the first time.

He carefully and quietly deposited his room key on the front counter with exaggerated care, being careful to not disturb anyone at rest at such an early hour of the morning. He then stepped out into the brisk wintery bite of the pre-dawn air, as the invisible force of Drogo the Unseen Servant closing the front door gently behind him as he left.

--> Hexia's Shop
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A fairly tall half-elven woman, with long, wavy brown hair, walked up to The Frosthide Inn, eager to get out of the cold for a bit. She wore leather armor and otherwise modest attire, and she held a solid staff etched in runes.

Chelsie Primrose opened the door and walked inside, taking in the smells of comfort. She surveyed the room, and headed over towards the counter to take a seat.

To whomever greets her, she replies, "Chelsie Primrose, pleasure to meet you. I've just arrived in town, so I'll be needing a place to stay, but also some information if I can trouble you a little. I'd like to make myself useful here, and I'd also be interested in any expeditions forming into the Rimewood. Anyone in particular I should talk to?"

Chelsie added one more inquiry to her list. "And a young man named Eithan, a colleague of mine, should have arrived in Smith's Gambit before me. Would anyone know where I can find him?"

The innkeeper greeted Chelsie, "I'm Darla! Pleased to meet you! Room and board is 3 gold pieces a night. If you're looking for work or information, talk to Erret at the Town Hall. That's Erret Smith. He's the governor around here, and he regularly finances all sorts of endeavors in the region."

"Oh, Eithan? He stayed here last night. I think he went to see Hexia over at the Fierce Hearts village. If you don't see him by the portal tomorrow morning, that's the glowing swirling magic door that opens just outside the town hall every morning, you might want to try stepping through yourself. In the meantime, as I said, you may want to talk to Erret. Either way, if I see him, I'll tell him you're looking for him."

Darla writes a note on a pad on her desk.

"A daily portal to another village! I see there's already some impressive magic going on here." Chelsie was clearly impressed as she produced 3 gold coins.

"Thanks, Darla. I'll take a room for the night, but I think I'll see if I can find Erret before I retire."

She waited for her room key, headed upstairs for a quick prestidigitation, and then set out for the town hall.

OOC: Spending 3 gp for room & board, then departing for Town Hall

Littlejohn wanders through town, looking around interestedly with a smile on his face. Eventually he finds himself at the inn. He ducks through the door as he enters and sets his pack and halberd down to the side. The pots and pans hanging on his pack clanging as he does so.

"Hello the house." He says cheerfully, still smiling. "Me be Littlejohn Greenbottle. Me would like a bath, a meal, and a bed. Me can pay in coin or help in kitchen. Me can cook. Not a great cook like me mum but me can cook."

Darla says with a smile, "Hello, Littlejohn, I'm Darla. Coin would be best. 3 gold ones, and you'll get a bath, a meal, a bed, and another meal when you wake up."

"Thank you miss, that sounds great. Here's three gold coins."

After a long soak and a hearty meal he retires to his room. There he checks over his gear and oils up his axes so they don't rust. A good nights sleep (complete with snores) and a substantial breakfast ("My compliments to the chef, Miss Darla.") and all is well with Littlejohns world. So whistling merrily he sets off to find work.

Carmen strolls into the Frosthide Inn, a newcomer to the Rimewood. Her latest quarry, a small time crook from just outside the woods had supposedly fled here. For the last three days Carmen had ridden her horse hard, the poor thing dying in the woods from exhaustion. She would have to get another when she could, but she wondered if such a place would prove too inhospitable for a horse.

She smiled at the innkeep politely. "Gods, it's bloody freezing out there. Do you have anything warm for a lass with chills on her fingers and toes?"

Slipping a few silvers over the bar, Carmen went to sit at a place that had a seat vacant.

As she waits for her food and drink to be served, Carmen looks around the room to see what n'er do wells are sitting around at this time of the day...

The innkeeper tells Carmen, "I keep my inn very warm. If you're looking for wine or spirits, you can try Chloe's. We have ale, in limited supply... by intent, mind you. Profit margin on ale doesn't cover the property damage drunks can cause to my rooms, not to mention the noise. Are you renting a room for the night? 3 gold pieces. Breakfast, lunch and supper come included. Otherwise, 5 silver pieces for lunch, which today is chilled roast venison, between two slices of bread, in the style of the nomadic coven of the Shifting Dunes of Darua. And of course, a mug of chef's own stout."

Smiling, trying to create a good impression, Carmen welcomes Darla and gladly accepts the offer of a venison sandwich and stout. It was definitely past time for something to eat, and the warmth would be greatly appreciated.

"It all sounds wonderful. I'll take the cheaper option please. Until I find my bounty, its a life of scratch for me. You've probably seen a lot of new strangefolk lately, right? The ways of a new settlement no doubt..."

"Yes, indeed. We see many new faces and different kinds of people come thru here. All are welcome as long as they don't mean the settlement any harm. I imagine that might be why your bounty might be here. And I apologize; I haven't introduced myself. My name is Darla and I run this inn as you may be able to tell." Darla chuckles to herself for a moment then continued, "I'm afraid my memory isn't always there when introductions are in order."

"Totally understandable. I only have one name to remember, yours. You....well, you have dozens of new faces to remember. Anyway, lets just say that my name is Carmen. It suits me well enough for this place." replies Carmn, again, smiling happily.

She hadn't seen her bounty in the inn, but it wouldn't harm to ask around anyway. "The man I'm looking for fled from his former employer with a few choice items in hand. He's probably come into town about four days ago, if he made it. Unfortunately, he's about as average as they come. Maybe five six in height and of medium build. Brown hair, blue eyes. Know any newcomers that fit the bill?" she asks.

The front door of the in swung open then shut again with an unintentionally loud crash. The large half orc at the door turned and shhed the door. "People sleeping!" She hissed at the inanimate object. Then she turned and saw the two other women standing at the front counter and visibly shrunk in embarrassment. She tried not to make too much or too little eye contact as she approached, which just ended up being a very awkward look at you then quickly look away. The orc stood a few feet behind Carmen as if in line, looking anywhere but at them, tapping her fingers together idly.

Glancing behind her, Carmen spots Helga enter and pays her no mind. She wasn't the target she was looking for...
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Helga looks at the shorter woman and offers a hesitant smile before breaking eye contact.

"Afraid I can't recall anyone of that description at the moment, but I can keep an eye out for him for you." Then Darla looks at the half-orcish woman and smiles politely. "Welcome to the Frosthide Inn. My name is Darla and I run this place. How may I help you?"

Disappointed, Carmen thanks Darla and turns to the woman behind her. "Your turn. I'm having the venison, sounds lovely." she recommends, and takes a seat at the table she had had her eye on.

The cafeteria had several long tables. Most were full or nearly so, except one. A half-dozen goblins, in clean, but ill-fitting clothes, mostly in styles popular among Amelakian children a few years ago, sit nervously, as various inhabitants of other tables, as well as the cafeteria staff, eye them suspiciously. One sits watching each of the nearest tables, while the others eat rapidly. As one reaches for the food on one of the watcher's trays, the goblin across from him says  and the room goes silent, as a man at the nearest table turns in his direction, clutching a dagger. Before any of the goblins can respond, Darla, now standing behind Carmen says, "Norbert! Today's lunch is meant to be eaten with your hands! Put that knife away, or you'll be sleeping in Captain Weatherley's inn tonight, and his accommodations aren't fit for a dog!" The room erupts in laughter, as the man, red-faced, puts the dagger away.

Darla says to Carmen, "Poor little fellows. What the goblins lack in manners, self-control, and education, they more than make up for with earnestness. With proper supervision, they're the hardest workers I've ever had, and they never complain. If they didn't need to set a watch at meal time, they'd take the shortest breaks, too. Hate to imagine the sort of treatment they got at the hands of the Hobgoblins some our folk freed them from."

"Hard workers? Really?" Carmen was surprised. She hadn't really had much to do with the goblinoids so far, but perhaps they would make good acquaintances. "Say....you wouldn't know the best place to hear some gossip in these parts, would you?" she asks. "Maybe someone in town has seen my quarry."

Helga watched the goblins from by the front desk with a mild curiosity. When Darla walked away she didn't say anything and just kept watching. Surely the woman would come back, surely.

"Well, you could ask around in the cafeteria, check out Chloe's, or ask Smith himself. He usually knows when new people arrive. If you'll excuse, me, I've got another guest waiting for service."

Darla returned to the desk, and said to Helga, "Sorry, had to address something before it got out of hand. As I was saying, would you like a room?"
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Helga smiled at the shorter woman. "Yes. Is no trouble. Thank you. Would like room please, yes." She replied in broken common. "How much is room?" The half orc asked.

Darla smiles back at Helga, "3 gold pieces a night. Meals are included in the price. Have you traveled far?"

Helga nodded at this. "Very good price." She thought a moment about the question. "Mmm... Come from village in west. Is far to some. But not to others... Is very tricky thing, what is far." Then she chuckled. "Far enough to make miss good bed." She joked. "What is for food?" The orc asked.

Carmen waits until her lunch arrives, mindful of her quarry getting away from her but somewhat at peace with the thought that he might be lurking in the town still. It was just a matter of time before he turned up...

As she considered the possibilities, she noted the other lady who had entered with her. Maybe it was time to team up. Standing, she swung her backpack over her shoulder and went to take a seat nearby. "Mind if I join you??" she asked, politely.
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"Join...?"" The half orc asked softly. "Join for food you mean? Yes! Cab join! Food best eaten with good people! Friends!" She said with a smile, clearly enthusiastic.

"Sure, thats exactly what I had in mind. Us ladies have to stick together....right?" replies Carmen, and she makes note to ensure that her own meal is brought to the right table after she had changed things up.

"So....what are you doing in Rimewood? Heard about the potential for riches and just couldn't pass it up? Or running away from a jilted lover?"

Helga chuckled a little. "Yes. Us ladies stay together." She smiled. "Came here because... Well... did not want entire life to be on farm. Want to see things. Do stuff. Important stuff." She responded. Then she looked a bit nervous. "Am sorry... My common is... not best... I understand good... But speak bad. Very sorry." She apologized.

"You're a former farmer? Try saying that after a few of those ales!" quips the bounty hunter, clearly wanting to set an easy tone. "I admire you though. It's a job that needs patience. Now, hand me a good quarry any day of the week and I for sure don't mean the ones that dwarves mine. No, not me. I'm here for the bounties on all those runaways. I figure there's half the town holed up and fearful of their past catching up with them."

Carmen puts her arm on the rest to her right and places her jaw in the upturned palm as she studies Helga closely. "So....what do you do now that you don't farm for a living? Got any useful skills for adventure?"

Helga considered his a moment, trying to form her words in a way that made sense. "Well... Some have said that bad past does not make bad person, yes?" She looked to the bounty hunter. "I have many skill. Know much about wild outside, yes? Very useful skills." She pat the large greataxe tied to her back. "Know very well how to use this. You not have to worry. I protect squishy girl." She let out a bellowing laugh after this.

"Ahh, that was it. The half-orc was some kind of warrior." thought Carmen.

"You sound like a useful ally to have. Why don't we see what Rimewood has to offer us. Maybe some bounties, and work for some as talented as you clearly are." she says to Helga. "I'm Carmen, hunter of no repute."

Helga nodded. "Yes. We make good team!" The half orc said with a big smile. "I am Helga. Is very nice to meet you, Carmen." She put her large hand out to shake.

The "sand-witches," as they're commonly called, were pretty good. Though made from poor cuts of venison, they were still tender enough, and well-seasoned. For those who wanted it, there was a sharp, spicy mustard, or some horseradish to be added to them. They came with pile of thin sliced root vegetables of various local varieties, fried to a crisp, and lightly salted. The variety of locally available ingredients was limited, but the chef had some skill. The stout was dark, strong, and rich in flavor, and practically stuck to the tankard.

Helga took note of the somewhat limited crop. She wondered briefly if her old farming skills could be of any use. Then again, the doubted any self respecting farmer would turn to a half-orc for help of any kind.

Carmen had almost frozen to death on her way to Rimewood, so the welcome heat from the fire had done its job in restoring some warmth. The fare was adequate, but she relished the opportunity to sample the pricier offerings when she felt that she had the spare coin. "If we stay here long enough, maybe we will find another who is willing to join us in our quest to make our fortunes? My own skills are of a more eldritch nature. Attacking from afar and the likes."

She looked Helga over. "Perhaps we could use someone with a spiritual connection...someone who can aid us if we are wounded?" she recommends.

Helga nodded with a slightly more serious look. "Yes. Healer is needed. Strength does no good if you're dead." The half orc agreed. "My skills come from here." She held up her large fists and punched at the air playfully.

[OOC: Helga is a half orc barbarian.]

"Brilliant. It's been a while since I've adventured, and never with a barbarian. I'm sure we will get along like a house on fire." replies Carmen, finishing her sandwich with gusto.

There hadn't been another entrant into the inn of note since she and Helga had arrived. This was unfortunate, as it meant that the inn was not as frequently used as she had hoped. Of course, it wasn't really the time of day where vistors might be regularly passing through....

"I've been thinking. Maybe we should head over to Smiths place. He seems to be the man pulling strings. Maybe he knows of a person looking for adventure too."

Helga smiled broadly. "Yes! We get along well!" She agreed. The half orc seemed agreeable to just about anything. She nodded at the bounty hunter's idea. "Yes. I hear some about this Smith. Is mayor or something?" She asked.

During the early night.  A stout Dwarf walks in, cloaked in a bears' hide, complete with head.  Having just returned from a journey, he walks up to the person behind the bar.  "I seek a room for two nights, meals, and a bath.". He rumbles, in a voice like shifting rock.

A genasi enters the familiar building several minutes after the previous customer.

He approaches Darla, and hands her the requisite payment for lodging this night.

Then, he heads to his room and barely manages to lock his door before slumping into the bed and falling asleep.

(OOC: I don't actually remember what Darla charges, and I can't find it anywhere? Could someone remind me so I can mark it off? Thanx

Oh, also, levelling up after long rest POG)
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Darla took Tidelan's coin and handed him a key with a smile.
Still smiling, she said to Brohm,"That's three gold. We'll have that bath warmed up right away, and an attendant will come get you." said Darla as she handed him a key. Not long after, and attendant indeed found Brohm to show him to his bath, and made sure he had soap and a clean towel.

"I'd like a room please, a quiet room with a window facing some trees if possible," Stolt asks the innkeeper. "Just one night."

"There wouldn't happen to be a church or temple nearby, would there?" he asks the innkeeper.

OOC:
Deducted 3 gp.
Taking long rest and leveling up.

"Thank you.". Brohm rumbles to Darla, then heads up to his room.

Early the next morning Brohm leaves, the key to his room hanging by a leather thong from his neck.

Darla helps each customer asking for a room. There is no shortage of trees, so she gives Stolt what he requests.

To Stolt's question, Darla says, "There's a temple of Kelemvor on the edge of town. They run the graveyard. Thank the gods, its still empty. The graveyard that is. Boneclaw has some volunteers helping at the temple and keeping the grounds."

Spark steps through the doors of the inn and waves a greeting at Darla. The warforged smith had volunteered to help out with any repairs or small odds and ends that contained metal if the innkeeper needed repairs or refurbishments.

He felt like a new person after a bit of rest and some work in his forge.

"Well met, Darla, I hope business is good?"

Spark would happily banter a bit with the woman before locating the reason for his visit.

Erret Smith had said to locate the gnomish cartographer Galenna Keenbellow. He would make his way over and introduce himself. "Well met, I saw your job posting, and I am one of the members of the group that will see that no harm comes to you in your journeys."

"Business is great!" Darla says with a smile. "How are things going for you? Haven't seen you around for a few days."

As Spark walks up he sees a small gnomish woman in leather armor sitting at a table by herself and her rather large backpack. Her hazel eyes turn to him from the rolled out scroll she had been looking at before. Ink could be seen smudged on her hands and partially on her face, but one could see she took care as the scroll had no smudges on it at all, just a rather large rather detailed map of the Rimewood. "Ah, excellent. I'm happy to meet you. My name is Galenna Keenbellow. As you know from the job posting I am a cartographer interested in mapping out all the details hidden within the Rimewood. For this I need strong bodyguards to keep someone as small as me safe. I'm glad to see someone as strong as a warforged is willing to take up the task." She spoke cheerfully as she smiled at Spark.

Tidelan Wavyrus the water genasi druid enters the Inn shortly after his warforged countryman. He doesn't make any small talk with Darla, but approaches Galenna and nods his head to her in respect, after catching the tail end of her conversation with Spark.

He speaks up after joining the gathering group and waiting for a lapse in the conversation, "Greetings. I am bound by my word given to Governor Erret Smith as to borrow to you my powers in your approaching journey into the wilds" the man's voice has grown deeper as of late. It's very different to the one he entered town with a year ago.

Tidelan blinks once, as if he's waking up from a dream. Then, abruptly, he falls to one knee in front of the group, making a loud sound as he and his gear slams hard into the tavern's floor. His head is bowed, and his silver hair seems to dance around his head as if they are waves. [Language unknown: U unaiek k t k cael Redoulenc... A ul oustioous mi fi enc seicdi ur Somesturepre Iemiro Ruteensta fi o oussettha ta Poekpr Ntiproicheenate th ratrespro n li oreratbutureles thleur ard set dichmo]

The druid stays still on his knees for a moment, as his druidic power rushes through him, leaving him momentarily incapacitated and without breath. Then, he rises to his feet, and he unbends his neck. He has a solemn face, but with a hint of a grin. His hair still dances like waves around him. He reaches up a hand to touch it, and it comes back wet.

He looks to Spark, whom he has known the longest out of the two, "That was surprising. I believe I have sworn Sylvan Oath." He offers no explanation for what that means.

"Another one for our team, magnificent." She smiled at Tidelan, then her eyes grew a bit wide as he hit the ground abruptly. After listening to him speak and seeing him get back to his feet she responds, "I'm afraid I have no idea what words you spoke just now, but they weren't Sylvan. A Sylvan oath is a powerful thing though, no matter what language it is spoken in, the meaning is there. As long as it was to do your job on this journey then I accept it gratefully. We're certainly getting a good bit of variety in this group already." She beamed as she spoke the last sentence.

Tidelan placed his splayed palm to his chest and said nothing more.

The door to the Inn bursts open as Fire in the Trees desperately tries to get away from the outside weather. Whilst her usual attire was perfect for ease of mobility, it provided little in the way of decent protection from the elements, and the Tabaxi definitely seems to be suffering somewhat because of this.

Inside is good though, inside is warm and didn't have the issue of navigating across a wintery landscape with no boots on. Trees takes a moment to shake off the worst of the snow from her head and shoulders before making her way to the counter, suppressing the urge to shiver.

"I'm sorry to bother you!" she started, her words coming out slightly too fast. "I heard this was a good place to come to in town, and it's warm in here which is amazing, it's so cold out there. I didn't think it could ever be that cold. How do you manage to live here? How aren't you frozen? Do you think the cold is why Alemakia wouldn't let people come here before? How do you manage to keep it so warm in here? It really is lovely!"

She seems to catch herself; taking in a few deep breaths before starting again. Her voice still filled with a barely contained excitement, but a lot slower and easier to understand.

"Sorry, it's my first time here.. My name is Trees... I was told I might be able to find lodgings here? And if you could direct me to where I could find some really, really, really, really, really thick clothes, I would be very grateful!" she finally says to the lady behind the counter, looking slightly pleased at herself for managing to ask only a few easy questions at a time.

A powerfully built Dwarf strode through the door, a bundle of items in his arm.  He continued to his room with them.  Several minutes later, he returned, and walked directly to Keenbellow.  Stopping across the table from her, he addressed her in a firm, neutral voice like shifting stone.  "Are you Galenna Keenbellow?". He rumbled.

In reply to Brohm of Clan Stonehelm (msg # 274):

"Yes, that'd be me." She looked from the other two she had been speaking to, to the dwarf now across from her.

"Good.". He replies, in his rumbling bass voice.  I am Brohm, of Clan Stonehelm.  Of the Guild of Wayfinders.  I will be escorting you on this expedition."
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Boneclaw entered the inn to introduce himself to Keenbellow. Seeing the Tabaxi he hissed at it, who's bright idea was it to make cats intelligent and letting them loose on society?! Spotting Keenbellow and hearing Brohm's introduction he borrowed some of the dwarf's words and mixing in Erret's and Alban's words: "I am .. ", "Boneclaw". "Of the .. ", "Church of Kelemvor". "I will be escorting you on this expedition".
He waved at Tidelan and Spark.
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Tidelan saluted back to Boneclaw, by placing his left hand, which is balled into a fist, in front of his right shoulder. He also nodded his head twice and gave a reserved grin to the kenku cleric.

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you." She spoke as she introduced herself to the both of them. Then she continued, "The Guild of Wayfinders, huh? I've lost quite a bit of work to them. They're one of the reasons I made my way out here in the first place. I hope seeing one of their members here doesn't mean they'll try and push me out."

In reply to Fire in the Trees (msg # 273):

A woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes looked up from her book to the Tabaxi standing before her. "Hello Trees. My name is Darla. I run this inn. The fireplace over there is how we keep warm." Darla pointed out a fireplace across the rooms in the dining area. It was sizeable, but not huge. "If you are looking to stay the night here it'll be 3 gold and we include food for you as well. Interested?"

In reply to Darla (msg # 280):

Taking a moment to give a confused glance at the Kenku hissing at her, Trees cocks her head to one side slightly before turning her attention back to Darla.

"I love your fireplace, I think it might be my new favourite thing.. and as for a room and food, that sounds like a great deal!" she responds, shifting her backpack off of her in order to grab some coin. "It's very nice to meet you Darla, are you the same Darla from the Job Board outside? Looking for a band of daring adventurers to seek out a horn that makes food? Because that sounds like a really good thing to find! If you are, I'll join anybody else who's interested in finding it!"

The Tabaxi carefully counts out three gold into her paw before putting it on the counter in front of Darla, before looking down at herself.

"Well, of course if I'm going to join some daring adventurers outside, I'm going to need to wrap up warmer.. I'll be back!"

With that, Trees sprints back out of the door to the Inn, heading towards Jessop's Goods.

(Deducted 3 gp)

"Let me see your work.  Perhaps there is an accommodation we can reach.". He rumbles, as he pulls up a chair at her table.  "Darla.  a stout please.".  He calls to the innkeeper.

"Just came back from patrol," the warforged tells Darla. "Who knew rats carried pouches of gold, huh?" He chuckles before turning his attention to the rapidly expanding band of protectors surrounding the gnome.


Spark greets Tidelan and Boneclaw warmly. "Good to see this harsh environment is treating you both well!"

He had seen the dwarf around, and he stands by the table and watches as an apparent scout-off seems about to kick off between the ranger and the cartographer.

Chelsie Primrose returns to the inn, looking about for Darla. "Hello, Darla, thanks for your help earlier. I've already done one job! Helped with a patrol."

Chelsie makes a little small talk and takes her meal, then heads upstairs for the night.

Long rest, leveling to 2nd level, heading to the portal next in the morning.

Darla brings out a stout ale, the only type of ale the Inn serves made by the chief himself and sets it on the table in front of the dwarf. "That'd be 4 copper." Then she turned her attention to Chelsie. "Not a problem and glad to hear you were able to get one of the patrols. Hope it wasn't too rough on you."

Galenna was hesitant at first to show this dwarf her precious map as she had worked hard on it, but she relented taking the chance that Brohm wouldn't steal from her. "I still have much to explore out here, but this is what I have so far." She showed Brohm the map she had spread out on the table. The detail was intricate, though there was still much of the map left blank presumably for locations yet to be explored. (See the main game map for a picture of what Galenna's map looks like.) 

"Decent". Brohm rumbled"How do you intend to conduct the expedition, and what is your direction if travel?".

"I intend for our party to meet at the portal in the morning and head off from there heading East, then North. We'll be mapping out the section between the Fierce Heart's tribe and Smith's Gambit that has yet to be explored." Galenna pointed to the sections on the map as she spoke.

Verbannt had never had cause to stay at the Frosthide Inn, having camped during those times when he had not had his own shelter. He knocked gently upon the door, before easing it open and slowly moving inside. He always approached a new building such, giving those within plenty of time to note his presence. His amber eyes rapidly adjusted to the dark of the inn, settling on Brohm of Clan Stoneheim and the gnome he was talking to.

"You would be Galenna Keenbellow then?"

He said warily, staying where he was within the entryway.

"Which would mean that we are to be hutning together again, Brohm of Clan Stonehelm."

He was careful to use the Dwarf's full name, conveying that the lesson had been learned.
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As Lukas entered the building, Tidelan gave him an immediate salute. The index and middle finger of his right hand extended and his thumb crossed over the other two curled digits, all as he raised his hand, facing in to the right side of his face, before rapidly moving it across his gaze to his left side, without rotating, so that his fingers now faced out.

Then, he moved his two fingers down to his heart and rotated his wrist so that they faced inwards. He let it rest there for two of his own heartbeats before letting it fall back to his side in his previous posture.

After Lukas spoke to Brohm, Tidelan tried to make eye contact with the bugbear and nodded with approval for his inclusion of the dwarf's proper title.

Verbannt's eyes found Tidelan, and met the nod.

"Tidelan Wavyrus, it seems our fates are entwined as well, if you are also to be on this hunt. I am sorry for any grief such a fate causes you. It was not my intent to bring misfortune to any."

Boneclaw frowned and glanced between Tidelan and Lucas and then slowly his gaze fell on Brohm.
"Brohm Blowhard of clan Whatcrawledupmyarse", He wanted to say, but no one had ever used those words within ear shot of him so he couldn't mimick the words, which all things considering probably saved him a beating.
All that came out was:"Brohm .." somewhere between Lukas' apology.
"Tidelan Wavyrus, it seems our fates are entwined as well, if you are also to be on this hunt. I am sorry for any .." "Brohm .. " " .. grief such a fate causes you. It was not my intent to bring misfortune to any.".
Boneclaw tried to find words to express his discontent but failed and continued:" .. hunting together again", he ended in Lukas' words:" .. our fates are entwined". He tried to smile but that's not really a thing birds can do.

He tried to think of tasty roadkill instead.

Tidelan didn't really know how to respond to Lukas' statement. He had never felt unlucky while questing with the bugbear. He truly thought they made a good pair. He regretted not speaking more with the man before now, though. It seemed things untold were bothering the hunter.

Then, Boneclaw chirped up, literally. Tidelan listened patiently and didn't really seem confused or distraught by the broken speech. Personally, he had never spoken this continent's language well, and he could hardly write it at all. Besides, most of his understanding of other individuals came from interpersonal intuition, not the minutia of communication.

Regardless, once the kenku finished his mimicry, which Tidelan had always assumed was some sort of quirky gimmick the birdfolk likely was forced to always use due to brain damage, he for once couldn't really figure out what the creature was trying to say... His brow furrowed and he scrunched up his face in a second attempt to parse the words.

It seemed the cleric of death just didn't have the words to convey the message, but his attempt to smile also didn't reach Tidelan. He figured his inclusion of the dwarf's name was a reference, but didn't know how so. Also, Boneclaw's repetition of the same borrowed phrases for a second time also increased the genasi's confusion. The druid felt a spike of panic at the alien nature of his ally.

Instead, he soothed himself mentally and looked at both of his year-long comrades, trying to impossibly meet both their eyes. In truth to himself, he had never really spent a lot of time getting to know who they were, their beliefs, or their pasts. Boneclaw being a 'cleric of a death god' worried but excited him, and he realized with shame that he had never visited the temple to this unknown god. He decided he must try to ask more about them soon. For now, he just responded to what they both had said, with only one reply, "I'm sorry... fr- uh... companions-of-war," he didn't know the word for 'comrade' outside of it's Farradi equivalent, "but I do not understand either of you." He thought of adding the qualifier 'right now' but his throat caught, because it would be too close to a lie. He had just sworn Sylvan Oath... he didn't really want to risk anything weird by lying so soon.
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"If you are part of the Keenbellow Expedition, we will be.". Brohm replied to Lucas, his rocky voice firm.  Whether the lesson learned that Lucas wished to convey was believed or not would be hard to judge in the Dwarfs' carefully controlled tone.  "Boneclaw.". He acknowledged the Kenku.  A strange people he had not encountered before, with a strange manner of speach.
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"Yes, I am Galenna Keenbellow and if you are looking for me that must mean you are the last of our party." She pulls a regular sized scroll from her bag and unrolls it on a separate part of the table from where her map lays. "This is the contract. If you all would please sign it, then I can get this to Governor Smith and you all can rest up for tomorrow we will start our journey." The scroll she laid out talks about how each of the party is to receive 160 gold upon completion of the job. The scroll also has a description of where the group would be traveling thru. In a note at the bottom it says, Any funeral expenses that are required will come from the payment they would have received upon completing this quest when the group returns from their journey.
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Tidelan looked at the scroll, then turned to Galenna and shyly asked her, "I can not read this, lady gnome. Will you... translate... to me?" he searched for a word for a few seconds before grabbing 'translate' from his quickly-growing vocabulary.

Tidelan, lacking a quill or any charcoal, also requested of Galenna something to sign with. The genasi recalled having signed his name before for Erret Smith. Funnily enough, he had never had reason to sign anything before moving to Kavidon. Back on Farrad, literacy was neither required nor taught.

Serfs back home would simply be shuffled around by their marquis if needed, regardless of the inconvenience it may cause them and their families. Until now, Tidelan had signed in Farradi letters from his homeland's script.

This time, he signs in the three languages he knows: Farradi, Common (this takes him a while, as he sounds out his name letter by letter to ensure he writes it correctly) and Primordial (this is quickest and takes less than one second, as he only prints the rune for "self").

Galenna politely reads the scroll out loud so that anyone with interest could hear. She then sets it back down on the table, then reaches into her bag for something else. She rummages around for a moment then pulls out a feathered quill and a small canister of ink and sets them on the table next to the scroll. She then waits patiently for everyone in the party to sign it.

Brohm reads over the contract silently, considering its' wording carefully.

PM

Trees entered back into the Inn quietly, slightly more weighed down than her last entrance, a large pelt still bundled in her arms. With a quick glance at the people gathered around Galeena she smiled and nodded towards Lukas before finding a quiet table by the fireplace, busying herself with making some adjustments to her recent purchase.

It proved slightly difficult to cut through the thick hide of whatever animal this had once been but she patiently and slowly made some incisions with her claws, cutting away some rough holes in the fur to fit her arms through. It certainly wasn't going to be the prettiest of pieces by the time she finished; but at least it would be somewhat functional.

Azu performed and slept for the night.

Spark waits until the gnome finishes laying out the contract, and unless he hears something that seems outlandish, he will sign the document.

"Unless there is more information to be had, I will go to my forge and get ready to go in the morning; it will be nice to get to know new friends, and to revisit an adventure with old ones." He gives everyone a nod and a small wave

"I will meet you again soon, metal man" he thinks for a moment before adding, "Also, I will need smith's-work done by my tournament's end... We should meet before then."
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Having gone over the contract, Brohm rumbles to Gallena.  "You know I cannot agree to the no competition clause.  Any map I make belongs to the Guild, as much as myself.  What belongs to the Guild can be rented, purchased, or loaned.". He states, his voice firm but neutral.  His tone matter-of-fact.  "You have two options.  I can mark that as not applying to me, per guild rules.  Or, you can find another for your expedition."
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"Then I'm afraid I will have to find another person. The whole point of the noncompete claws is that this is my livelihood. Now if you could agree to not sell it to Smith or anyone in Smith's Gambit then perhaps we could come to an arrangement, otherwise I am sorry it seems you have wasted your time in coming to see me." The little woman's words were firm, but not harsh as she spoke plainly.

After a few moments of silence Galenna spoke up, "There is always the option that while on this expedition you could leave the map making to me and take a short break from mapping for yourself. That is what this trip is about, letting me map. And think of it this way if you don't make the map in the first place then you have nothing to worry about with your guild. There'd be no map that you'd be obligated to share."

OOC: If you wanted to you could always put together your own party and explore for yourselves. Remember Smith will pay 200g for each 1-day section of map a party fills in of unexplored territory, to be split among the party as you choose. Further details are on the job board.
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Tidelan speaks up immediately, a hint of panic in his voice, "Friends," he begins, odd since he's often careful not to use that word, "If Galenna does her expedition, I am bound by Sylvan Oath to follow her. I believed I would have your strength with mine... If not..." the druid swallowed and ceased talking. His eyes had gone cloudy and gray, and begun to dart about, leaving vague yellow trails in their sockets.

A voice from the back of the Inn says, "If you need another, to fill spot, I am willing to help out.
I've been waiting for another job to accept my help, but I'm not sure its going to eventuate, so ..."

"I could grant you two months of non-vompetition in Smiths' Gambit, but that is all. Brohm replies.  "If I were on your expedition, and judged you sufficiently competent, I could offer you a Permit to work through the Guild of Wayfinders.  It is not membership in the Guild, and your maps would be sold through the Guild at guild rate.". He continues.  If that is not agreeable, then I will leave you to your expedition."

Tidelan looked to Brohm, "Does your guild... require that you either copy her maps or make your own as we travel?" his eyes darkened, "Who are they to demand the right to sole knowledge of the natural world?" he bit his lip to say no more.

"While I appreciate you trying to compromise with what you can I'm afraid I have no interest in working for your guild or any other for that matter. I respect that you have your guild to stay face with and I hope that you can respect that I am sticking to my principles. I'm a freelancer who works for Smith. I am sad to turn away anyone, but if I must, then I must. I wish you the best with whatever you end up doing. Again I am sorry it seems you have wasted your time in coming to me." Galenna held her expression stern, but not mean. After she finished with Brohm she turned her attention towards the newcomer. "Yes it seems we could use one more and yet another diverse face to add to our variety." She smiles welcomingly at him.

"My time has not been wasted explorer Keenbellow.". Brohm replied with a firm, but neutral tone.  He briefly addresses Tidelan, as he sits at a sepperate table from their group.  "The Wayfinders do not claim sole knowledge of the world.  Our chartography, and services are a matter of business.. So saying, he sits at his table after handing Darla her 4 copper.  "What are the dinner options Darla?"
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Darla answered with a warm smile, "A lovely elk stew made from the last of the haul you provided a few nights ago. Lovely thing about the snow: Meet keeps a bit longer out here! Might need to resupply soon though."

She muttered to herself, "Hmmm... I wonder if fish can last long enough to make it from the sea to us? I'll have to send someone to the Embassy to look into it."

“Then, for the duration of this expedition, my services will be yours”, Santio said, with a bow and gesture.
And he moved over to join the gathered mercenaries.

"I'll have that then.  Thank you.". Brohm rumbles in reply.

"Good please sign here." Galenna motioned to the contract on the table, then once it was signed she rolls it up with the last signature and straightens it out on the table into a neat and nice roll. "And with that I will see the lot of you bright and early through the portal to Hexia's. We'll leave off from there." Galenna smiles at the group.

Santio nodded, with a smile.
It felt good to be doing something:  moreso, he looked forward to adventuring and the wilds, with anticipation.

Azu woke up before noon, something unusual for her. Not wanting to squander the extra hours, she went down to the main room for food and most importantly coffee. There was a dwarf there, and she always found dwarves fascinating. She went right over and sat down at his table. "Hello, I'm Azucondie, performing clown extraordinaire. You can call me Azu. You want to join the Super Awesome Team of Destiny?"

Time went on and other dwarves came and went. It was well after noon when the main dwarf in question, the one she would come to be friends with, entered. She greeted him the way she had the dwarf earlier.
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A stocky and muscular Dwarf, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest.  His jet black hair cut short, with a a tight, ringed beard capped in a bronze boar head.  His features weatherbeaten, and his hands scarred from heavy work walks into the Frosthide Inn.  Dressed black leather armor, with a recent axe cut on the side.  A sturdy battleaxe hangs from his right hip, and a saex rests in its' sheath on the left front of his waist, behind his pouch.  A large black, leather covered shield is slung across his back.
"Afternoon.". Brohm rumbled in a voice like shifting stone.  "I have other business to attend to next evening.". He continues, finding an empty table near the fire.  "Sit, and tell me about your group.". He invited her.  Taking a fine, silver Dagger from a leather wrapped package, and a whetstone from his pouch, he starts to carefully sharpen the curving edge.
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Azu inspected the dwarf closely, enough for him to note that it isn't grease paint on her face, but rather a tattoo. "Well...it is super awesome...and it is a team of destiny." She clearly has not thought this through. "I make magic things happen." She cocked her head and blinked at him, "Would you like to see?"

A frail and frozen looking half elf walks in and throws off his hood to reveal Wendel's beady green eyes and short cropped dusty brown hair. He carries a lot and it certainly looks like its weighing him down. He scans the room like he's looking for someone amongst the various someones present. For a moment he pauses as he sees a dwarven fellow half expecting it to be Gemeye but when he realizes it is not he continues. Walking up to whoever looks in charge he exchanges a few words, learns which room his sister had taken up residence in and then goes to meet her. Giving her most of the gold he earned on this last job and discussing with her some of the things he'd like to get done now that they had coin to do it he leaves without much but his backpack, dagger tucked into his belt, and odd ring on his hand besides the usual accoutrement like a waterskin.

He was here and gone, seemingly with something on his mind he leaves the Inn as he seeks out the Dragon's Den to meet with his fellow adventurers.

"Provided it doesn't involve me, my Clan, or my possessions.  Aye.". He replied to Azu, as he started to sharped the silver Dagger on the whetstone.

Azu used Prestidigitation to make a puff of sparkly purple smoke. "Abracadabra" She grinned.

"Clever". He rumbles, as he sharpens the knife and listens to the goblins speak.  "What other magics do you make happen?". His eyes periodically flick to her as he works, their sharp gaze penetrating.

A slender elf makes his way toward the counter, absently twirling a copper through his fingers.  Passing their table, he chimes in, "She's brought me back from the brink of death, so there's that.  And her song about the teddy bears is delightful.  Have her recite it for you some time." With a friendly smile, Sai moves to speak with Darla at the counter.  "I saw your posting on the job board.  Has anyone set out for this relic yet?  If not, I'd be interested to take a look." Sai glances back to the table with Azu and Brohm.  "What say you, mighty leader of the Super Awesome Staggeringly-Amazing Intrepid Team of Destiny?  Up for a bit of adventure?"

"That would be an interesting tale.". He rumbles in response to the elf.How did you bring the elf back from near death?". He asks her, as he continues to work on the knifes' edge.

Darla says, "Super Awesome... oh! According to Smith, you folks are the ones that found the information leading to the relic. According to the journal one of you turned in, it's where the ne'er-do-wells you fought while the watchtower was being built had gotten attacked by a tiger!" Sai remembers fighting a tiger, and is pretty sure he could find his way back to where he fought it. Perhaps a trail could be picked up from there?

"Ah, brilliant!" Sai replies. "I'm quite familiar with that tiger. I'll be sure to take a look." The elf makes his way back to the table with Azu and Brohm. "I don't believe we've met," Sai says to the dwarf. "I'm called Sai. I can't say exactly how she did it, being mostly dead at the time, but Azu has a way with words. In any case, anyone up for a bit of treasure hunting? I think I know where we can pick up the trail."