Sakamoto dons the dull grey cloak, slowly discovering its powers over the course of the night and following day.

He's very relieved when the group finds Gundrun and Don-Jon, bowing deeply to them both for the delay in their retrieval. He engages in quiet, polite conversation with them, reliving old stores and learning new tales.

He takes no part in the cleaning nor despoiling of the shrines, having no connection to gods other than his Emperor.

In reply to BonThot (msg # 229):

Ariadne nodded to the sorcerer.
"No problem.   Anything that gets back at that thug and his minions works for me "

BonThot laughed. "It works for me too! Now, I have a question for you, lass."
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Akyra, sore after the fight, helped clean out the keep, leaving bonthot and Ariadne to clean the shrines. Akyra was more than happy to help, being a cleric, but with two of them, she let them be, and focused on keeping them safe. Akyra helped the halfling search, and when they found Gundren and don-Jon, knelt, her tone gentile. “Easy…,you’ve been beaten around a bit. Rest assured, they have more than paid with their lives.”

In reply to BonThot (msg # 232):

The druid nodded to the sorcerer with a smile
"I'm all ears "

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In reply to BonThot (msg # 235):

Ariadne helped gather the armorys weapons

"Lovely," he said aloud. "In the meantime there's always trail rations!"

In reply to BonThot (msg # 237):

The druid chuckled
"I've lived in the wilds for years.   I've definitely eaten worse."

"While we both have fair druidess, I  think I might learn how to make these more palatable. James here is happy with some bacon or a mouse, but we need flavor!" Pavel said gesturing wildly with his bar, all the while scratching James on the head.

The druidess chuckled
"While I'd never disparage Bacon Mice, I'll admit that something more varied would be lovely "

"Smoke and crushed herbs is all the flavor one really needs." Bharkel opined as she ripped a shred of clothing off the fallen goblins in order to wipe the blood off her axes.

"Humph,"BonThot grumbled. "I beg to differ. Herbs are fine, and smoke, but there are many fruits and vegetables that add flavor while not being overbearing. You learn a lot in wastes. Cooking is one of those things. Anyone care for fried snake?"

"They are delicious to be sure, but I would not trust them enough to survive a long journey."

BonThot and Ariadne saw to cleaning the alter, removing the stains of the goblins and their god of cruelty. Removing the cover over the alter was easy enough, if not particularly sanitary. The ritual implements that they had used were not specifically attuned to any one deity, and their weight suggested they were quite possibly solid gold and worth a fair amount of money. A healthy application of water and a decent amount of elbow grease restored the human gods' alter back to its previous working order.
Everyone gains Inspiration

A section of floor at Akyra's feet crumbles softly away, revealing a cloth-wrapped bundle. She reached down and withdrew the item, revealing a battle axe crafted of mithril. Rather than having blades to either side, the blades were shaped like dragon wings and came out in the same general direction forming a 'V', and a metal dragon's head with mouth open formed a forked spike at the tip of the shaft.

"Oh, hey, that's a fine looking weapon! Can't wait to see you in action!"

In reply to BonThot (msg # 242):

The druidess smirked
"I don't know if anyone really cares for fried snake, but it will see you through a rough patch of traveling. "

Seeing the battle axe, she nodded, clearly impressed

"I like fried snake. Tastes like chicken."

With his bindings removed, Don-Jon accepted Akyra's help in sitting up; not quite ready to stand. He winced at a number of painful parts of his body moving and readjusting to weight and pressure. He breathed deep, a bit of a rattling sound escaping as he did so. He started to speak, then coughed a few times, wincing all the while, favoring the ribs on his left side. As the coughing subsided, and he got used to the new position, he started to relax a bit more.

His eyes drifted over to the small group discussing food and gave a coughing-chuckle, "Fried 'gator is far better than snake. More fat, more flavor." The words seemed to take a good deal of his recovered strength, and he leaned his head back against the wall to rest a bit more.
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Gundren takes a moment longer to come around, and clearly seems to have received the more vicious beating. One of his eyes is swollen completely shut, but lips are cut in multiple places, and bruises darken much of the left side of his body. It takes him some time to be able to get out full words that you can understand, much less full sentences.

When he does finally get a word out, the word is simple, "Map?"

"If its the Map I'm thinking of, it's here somewhere. Any body know where it's at?"

BonThot doesn't seem concerned.

Ariadne chuckled
'Don't look at me.   I'm a late arrival to this party "

"I'm a sucker for fried chicken, came to town off a passing halfling caravan. They might not be the best fighters, but they can cook like nobody's business. Elven waybread is to die for though." Pavel said as he examined his bow and axe.

Ariadne laughed lightly
"You seriously need to stop, big guy.   You're making my stomach growl."

She started going through the pile of loot on the table.
"Is this the map you're talking about?"

She held up the map from the table
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"Not good fighters, you say? Be glad you have never met more of my kind of hin, Pavel Marsk." Sakamoto says, softly, without looking at the human. There is no threat in his voice, though his tone is stern.

He then returns to tending to Gudrun and Don-Jon. This time, at least, his ministrations to the wounded seem to work.
Today: Sakamoto rolled 22 using 1d20+3, rerolling all ones ((Medicine))