Discretion being the better part of valor you drag your tired and soaked bodies to the tumbledown you are all squatting in. Finding a dry place is always difficult this time of year, but eventually you settle down for the night with Speaks humming herself to sleep with what seems like a childhood lullaby.

The monsoon storms thunder and flash throughout the night, Speaks sleeps like the dead and doesn't even shift positions until nearly the middle of the next day. A peaceful night turns into a violent awakening as she tosses and turns, mumbling something over and over as she does. Suddenly she screams  as she sits bolt upright, eyes wide with fear and body shaking.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

He tries to calm her down.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.  Beuren sings and freaks out at Speaks scream.

I'm ok.  I'm ok.  It was just a dream.  My ancestors reaching out trying to tell me something.  This was just more vivid due to the intoxicants.  Something shadowy.  Under the water.
 Trapped.  Struggling to escape.  Perhaps almost free?  Or maybe the opposite of all that.  Something being drowned, caught in a web or net?  These can be very vague sometimes.

Sitra Mor impassively watches as the dream tumbles out. "Ominous," he concludes.

Batri rolls to his feet, the blade that he clutches At night like a child does their doll unsheathed and pointed in the direction of Speaks With Ghosts.  The blade waves slightly between his companions, a low growl coming from his throat.  His hard eyes and tense body soften when he realizes it is just his friend though he seems miles away as He sheathes his blade.  A slight quiver foiling his first attempt.

“All of these ominous portents are becoming unsettling.  I’m beginning to think carrying messages for nobles while avoiding their assassins was preferable.”  He sighs, “Other than the dream, Speaks with Ghosts,  you are well?  Better than last night?”

Better.  So do we move with purpose today?  Do we have any idea where the woman's family is to be found?

"No, we're going to have to ask around to find them. But that's still a lead."

“We are going to start attracting attention if we keep this up.  Are we sure we care about this girl enough to risk our selves?  We could look elsewhere for work...  After all, we are hale and hearty.

I feel like my dream had something to do with what happened yesterday.  I'll give it at least one more day.  If we find nothing, then I'll happily look for work elsewhere.

Batri shrugs, “Fine then.  What makes you thunk they are related?  Give us all of the details of your dream.”

Where is my coffee?  Feels like I missed a day or someting.  I agree with Speaks and I think we should snoop one day more and see shat we can find.  He rummages through his pack looking for anything with caffeine.
I am leaving the misspell on that as it is hilarious.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:27, Fri 31 July 2020.

Hey, does the tavern serve pancakes?  I could go for coffee and pancakes.

"I don't know but we can ask," Sitra Mor says as he stands and stretches. "Shall we get started?

Sitra Mor starts focusing on Sixth Sense