Interlude - A Night at the Inn
Sir Dryvyk sat heavily on a bench, his banded mail armor creaking a bit. He asked simply for a tankard of spring water, but opted for two double-portions of food. To anyone paying attention, the young knight was masterfully wolfing down his food with the grace and manners of a gentleman.
He wrinkled his perfectly straight nose at the suggestion of Mazzah's Misfits. "Crusaders of the Crypt! Bastions of the Barrowmoor! Champions of Holy Might, Law and Sanctification!"
Raising his tankard in support of his own, much more heroic sounding suggestions, he invoked something of a prayer rather than a toast, "Bless that our actions be honorable and our steps remembered as brave!"
Then, when serious discussion began, he agreed with Dax, "We've all heard of restless spirits and those unslumbered, but I've reason to believe that there is a greater risk of danger from the villainy of bandits daring to prey upon explorers like ourselves! Would it not benefit some stout leader of brigands to perpetuate rumors of shambling hordes and frightful ghosts? Larcenous scum is what we'll encounter, mark my words!"
"I can have Ol' Gib arrange to hire some stout lads from the Guild and perhaps another to carry a lantern or torch... It's a good idea, shall I make it so?"
Glancing over at the strange oldster, the young knight asked, "Are you unwell elder one? Is there something you're wanting to share? Perhaps you ought to retire before the excitement of this day causes you to take ill..."