"I'll go to the market. I've never had any problem talking to people."

"Good stuff.  Between the two of us we should be able to find something."  Kon runs a finger over the lip of his cup, "Maybe we can find some tea leaves too."

[Kon begins to Follow a Lead, focused on the Ruins of Voran Earthmane]
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Jenny returns with a tea pot and nervously sets it down on the table. The tea smells of chamomile, marigold, and a hint of cherry.

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

Kon leans forward in a small seated bow, "No my dear, this is enough."  He looks to the others, "So we're going to stay the night for now and return later?"  He munchs an apple wedge, then pours some tea into his cup.
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“That sounds like a good of a plan as any. I’ll probably ask around tomorrow, and pay the sherif a visit to see if he might’ve heard about anything.” Haznut takes a few bites of food while planning the next day in his head.

Saidou only nods an agreement with Kon's declining further service, putting on what he hopes is a disarming grin.

As Jenny returns Hetrik comes back out, "How many rooms and for how long?"

Kon raises a hand, "We'd like to spend the night for now and store our things for the day.  How many rooms would we need for 4 of us?"
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Samara gives Jenny a friendly smile and thanks her. "This is very good, thank you!"

"One if you don't mind getting a little cozy, all three if you want a bit more room and privacy." he suggests, "There's a bed in each room, comfortable for one, cozy for two. The misses can bring up some extra blankets."

"I'd love a bath, is that available, or can you direct me to the bathhouse?" Samara asks the innkeeper.

"Two rooms I believe is fine.  The little one fades into the shadows when the lights go out."  Kon smirks as he sips some more of the tea.  "I trust there is a lock on the doors?  City folk nerves about disputes on property ownership and all that."  He adds a little cider to the tea after his experimental sip, smiling through the confused bitter and sour taste still lingering in his mouth.
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"No need for locks around here. If something goes missing, it isn't too hard to find out who did it. Besides, the last thing we need is someone barring themselves inside, refusing to leave." He looks over at Samara, "No bathhouse, but we have a river, or if you want some privacy you can take a bucket or two into the barn."

"If you only need two rooms for the night, then that'll be 2 silvers and you can choose whichever two rooms you want upstairs."
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Vostiun puts four copper on the table. "That sounds lovely, thank you."

Kon also takes out some copper for the rooms.

Saidou's eyebrow twitches in response to Kon's words, but he presents his share without saying a word yet. Making change with the coins on the table, he makes a show of placing down four copper, then pulling them back along with 6 of the coppers that had been paid out with a silver coin instead.

for clarification, we have paid 6cp each for food (3sp split) and are paying 4cp for room (2sp split)?

So 1sp from each of us, with 1.2sp more also given to Vostiun by Saidou as a fund to help pay for incidental snacks and/or rumors for the road.

After pocketing the extra copper pieces, Saidou would loose the throwing blade from one of his wrist bracers, twirling it twice between his fingers. "Shame that you don't think we'll have much company at evening meal tonight, good Innkeep. Samara likes to show off." He pulls in one of the fresh apples brought along with the bread, eggs and the like... and begins to flay long strips of the peel off with his blade. After each pass, he would attempt to flick the apple peel strip to splash into Kon's teacup.

(Would I need to make a roll for apple peel artiller-tea?)
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Haznut stretches before digging out the coins to pay for his room and board.

"Adventurers are cause enough for worry." he says as he scoops up the coins, "Adding a fey into the mix and your just about guaranteed that your lot will cause the death or injury of at least one of us. Makes people like us a bit nervous."

He sets about cleaning the table occupied by Lizzie, "Remember; back by sunset."

Kon nods and stands, hefting his pack and then taking another sip of his tea, "If we find any fey we'll be sure to deal with them appropriately.  I'll be back down for the pot in a minute."  He downs the last of the tea in his cup and heads upstairs to claim one of the rooms.

Saidou closes his eyes for a few deep breaths, and then turns to Haznut after painting on a pleasant grin. "Master Dwarf, do you happen to get mistaken for a fey very often? Because, quite alarmingly, while I am in many ways as mundane as any human, I am being mislabelled an awful lot. Quite curious, right?"

Saidou's chair scrapes as he scoots back, re arranges the tea pot and cup into his old seating spot, and plants himself- and his belongings- back where Kon had previously sat before.

Haznut lets out a hearty chuckle and grins. “I’ve been labeled and mislabeled many times Saidou, and I’m sure I will continue to be. Maybe not called Fey, but a failure for sure…” His voice trails off before he gets up and gathers his belongings, wiping off his face before looking back to the rest of his companions. “I’ll be putting my things in one of the rooms. If anyone needs me, I won’t be too hard to find.” He then takes his possessions upstairs to claim the other room.

Samara counts out her coins for her drinks and her room, then secures her purse.
She stands and stretches.
"Here's my money," she says to Hetrik as she hands him the coins, then leans close with a wink, "He's not a fey, by the way. Not half, not even a little bit. Of course, an intelligent, worldly man such as yourself certainly already discerned that, but your potential customers this evening might feel more confident hearing it from you, a pillar of the community, rather than a few drifters who are already suspect in their eyes.  Is Elizabet known for flights of fancy, or was she just drinking a little harder this morning than was prudent?"

Samara slithers past Hetrik, "well, I'm off for the market, see if I can help Hetrik here restore his business this evening.  Just going to go change really quick first."
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Saidou would shake his head slightly to himself, watching the others go to claim their rooms. He would remain at the table, waiting quietly with his apple and Spirit- who was standing on it's hind legs, eating a strip of apple peel it had intercepted.

"Vos, when the others come down, play along that I didn't switch into his seat, would you? I wish to mess with Kon's head, just a little."
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After several minutes, Kon comes back down significantly lighter than before, still clothed as before but less his pack.  He looks back to the table after coming downstairs and raises an eyebrow.  With a flourish he spins the opposite chair on one leg under his hand and sits astride it with the back of the chair facing the table.  Leaning over the back of the chair, he reaches for the tea and his cup.  "Thought I'd turn the chair around so it's facing the right direction."  After another sip of tea and a grimace, he glances to Saidou, "Next time, remember to put the grooves into the floor from where the chair dug in from being rocked."  He upends the tea cup once more and notes it's emptied again.

Vostiun watches his companions go about claiming their beds and their quiet mischief before, with a shake of his head, getting up himself. He transitions the cat into his arms and shoulders his pack before heading upstairs.