Lost Mines of Phandelver by kyleh2486

Sildar takes his leave from the group, still looking battered. He takes himself upstairs for an early evening slumber.

Stonehill says to Gramgran that he has never heard of Cragmaw Castle. "There's many stories of lost castles all throughout the land. Empires fall. Others take over, change the name. Wish I could tell you more," he says as he takes the coin for board. "This town here is rather new itself. After the collapse of the old mining operations here decades ago, folks moved back in, changed the name and began living here."

The kid takes the coins from Yuri, tucking them away. "You sure got it sir. But the place is right down the street here. Has a sign out front with the same symbol." He runs off, probably late getting home at this point. 

Everyone makes their way into the tavern of a very comfortable establishment as the evening draws to an end. The crowd here is tame compared to some of the other taverns you have seen on your travels. Candle light fills the rooms and casts shadows on all the walls. A Stone hearth in the corner of the room keeps the evening chill away, burning hot and bright. The team sits close to one another, but are split between two tables. Stonehill pours the drinks and his wife brings out the food from the back kitchen. You all fill your stomachs with a hearty meal and watered down ales. 

After enjoying a hearty, warming meal with the others, Yuri pushes his plate away from himself and leans back in his chair. Looking around the group, the past few days have been nothing like what he expected when signing on with Gundren and Sildar. He is pleased to have met the rest of the party, and although he misses Darthos, is hopeful of seeing their missing companion soon.

Scratching the back of his head and ruffling his hair, he looks around the others, "So how are we all doing? I thought this would be a simple first job, but it's been anything but."

Gramgran

“I’m just glad I was here when some of you kiddos got injured so that I could help. You have so much time; don’t want to cut it short!”

Morpetor 

“I’ll go out with you tomorrow to hunt down some supplies. I’m going to need to hunt down some items for a new spell I’m working on that could help us down the road. Also, it will give a chance to ask around town about this castle. 

Yuri, Ren what did you find out about the crate we recovered?”

Renvalm Hellhelm 

"Some kid outside said that they belong to Lionshield Coster. Were returning them tomorrow while we return Gundren's supplies."

(What time of day is it?)

OOC I was assuming evening. Sildar got an early night.

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(What time of day is it?)

 late evening. 9pm or so

Kim looks around and then addresses Gramgran. "I think it is about time for me to head to bed. Are you ready to call it a night?"

Gramgran 

“Oh yes dear, I’ll come with you. Good night boys.” Gramgran will walk upstairs, go into the room, sit on the floor, and go into a trance as elves do.

Morpetor 

“Ladies, gentlemen... it has been a pleasure to be in your company today. I look forward to tomorrow’s adventures.”

And with that Morpetor heads up to his room. 

As the moonlight cuts into the tavern windows, the evening winds down. Everyone will wander off to bed and enjoy a decent nights slumber in a real bed. 

The following morning, light bleeds into your room windows behind the curtains. The smell of breakfast stew hits your nose as you begin to exit your rooms. 

Gramgran 

Gramgran is already downstairs, having been awake for a few hours already. She greets everyone with a smile, eating whatever the staff said was the best. “Good morning! Did everyone sleep well?”

Renvalm Hellhelm
Lvl 2 | Human | Barbarian 

With the smell of food reaching him Renvalm wakes up and makes sure Yuri is awake before heading downstairs. "Wake up Yuri, let's head down and grab some breakfast before we return those crates." Seeing Gramgran already down there he walks over and sits with her. "Good morning to you as well Gramgran, I hope you had a pleasant night." Renvalm will eat anything put in front of him.

Yuri groans as he is awoken, rubbing sleep from his eyes as morning sunlight streams into the room. Gathering himself, and after preparing for the rest of the day, he heads downstairs.

Blinking and saying little, Yuri takes a large drink of water before resting his face in his hands. Sighing deeply he lifts his head, focuses on Gramgran and smiles bleakly "Still a little early for me, how did you sleep?"

Gramgran 

Gramgran smiles back at both of them saying, “My rest was quite refreshing, and praying to my goddess as the sun comes up always brings a smile to my face.”

Kim descends down the stairs. She is no longer in her traditional robes, but in some very old, dirty, and raggedy shorts and shirt. She rushes over to them while a smile on her face as she is pulling back her hair into a ponytail and greets them, "Good morning! Before I eat breakfast, i am going to go for a run and some physical training. I'll rush back and clean up up as soon as I am done.anyone is welcome to join me if they want!" She seems so cheerful with speaking of training. Maybe it was because it is something she thoroughly enjoyed, or maybe it was because she actually got some good sleep for the first time in a few days. Either way it would probably be hard to tell. She looks at the drinks the party has laid out in front of them, then quickly touches each glass using a small amount of her ray of frost magic to chill the drinks for them, smiles at them then heads out of the inn telling back to them, "be back in an hour!"

Renvalm Hellhelm
Lvl 2 | Human | Barbarian 

Not exactly trusting Kim yet, Renvalm sees this as a opportunity to talk to her in private. One question he had was where that clockwork raven came from. "Wait a second Kim, I think I'll join you. Could do with some fresh air and wouldn't mind some training. Yuri, wait for me at the cart, I won't be gone long." Renvalm gets up and follows Kim outside.

Yuri raises a hand as Kim and Renvalm head out on their run, silently wishing them luck. Slowly eating, he feels himself gradually awaken.

Finding himself alone with Gramgran, he leans forward in his seat, "Grandmother, have you always lived your life in service?"

Morpetor 

Not knowing what the day will hold for this troupe, Morpetor collects his belongings and fastens his bags. The last item to be put away is his orb. Morpetor pauses and focuses for awhile - breathing in and out slowly - and then places it in his satchel. 

As he makes his way downstairs, the aroma of comfort foods hang in his nostrils and guide him to sit with half of his team. 

“Looks good.” he remarks, and motions to the innkeeper for an order of what everyone else is having.