Group I(UrgothFauna) Group II(Kal) Group III(UsulSilthras)
Group I Similar to Urgoth's page, the flame changes color, this time to a shining silver, while the feather burns. Scents of various herbs, flowers, and woodland fill the air. Mera's eyes lock until the dancing flames as they return to their normal orange glow, as if reading some unseen message in them.
"Pardon me for a moment." The priestess says, retreating to the back of the temple and disappearing behind the corner she came around early. A brief moment she reappears, carrying two glass flasks with stoppers over them. "I'm afraid this is all I have. The ritual for making blessing water properly can be tiresome, as I'm sure you know." She says, speaking to Fauna. Handing the flasks over to the halfling, she turns her attention back to Urgoth. "You are here to help, for that I am grateful."
"This area has been a hotspot for undead for quite some time. Given the supreme age of the walking corpses, historians suggest a major conflict took place here in eons past, one in which truly dark magics were unleashed. Though they have increased in number, little else has changed about these undead. They're slow, but hard to kill and incredibly persistent."
She squeezes her left upper arm, "now the ones with the claws...I do not know what they are. We've never seen them before now. They're faster, more ruthless, and they seem to be able to turn those they kill into undead. I would not try to take on too many of them at one time, unless you have a plan."
"If there are more varieties out there, I have yet to see them."
Group II Elixyr lets out a low whistle, eyes bulging wide for a moment. "My, you do have a little fire in you after all." She holds her hands up in mock surrender before moving around the counter, heading towards a storeroom in the back. "Alright alright, you can untie the knot in your breeches. Just don't blow up the town, and if the Baroness happens to give you a monetary reward well....I wouldn't mind being compensated for my losses." She briefly disappears into the storeroom, emerging with a tan haversack. Inside, Kal can see what appear to be crumbled balls of some clay type material, about the size of a fist. A short paper fuse rises from each one, and inside the pack is some more length of it coiled up. The arcanist drops the bag at your feet, crossing her arms. "There, you and this whole rotten town owe me now. Make sure Sybil knows that." She makes a shooing motion, returning to her seat behind the counter and putting her spectacles back on to get back to reading her scroll.
Before you can leave however, she glances up at you again. "So have you actually met, you know...Her before?"
Group III "Oh people will still be upset, certainly. The King may own the mines, but there are still others that profit from working them. The mining villages themselves would cease to have a point in existing, as would this town probably." Sybil says this all matter of factly, as if she had already considered the consequences and come to a conclusion on them. "Everyone being dead kind of defeats the purpose of them existing moreso. Some will be upset, aye. But at least they'll be capable of being upset instead of dead."
Once more, the soldier laughs in response to Silthras' assumptions. "You assume quite a lot. I'm a soldier on reserve. I've helped in defending the town, and I helped build the defenses, but I'm not in charge of them. We made due with what we had, we needed something to buy us time, and it has."
"I can pass your concerns along to the commander of the guard, though I'm unsure of how likely it would be that we can move that much of the town's population inward."
With nothing left to do at the smithy, she thanks Simon once more and turns to leave. "Silver? We tried that, didn't change much. I'm not sure what Kal has in mind, but he tends to know his stuff on this sort of thing, mainly the reason I sent for him."
((For Usul: It's a town with moderate wealth. The citizenry isn't living in squalor, but they aren't living like rich city-merchants either. Views of the raised walls of the Baroness' keep were noticeable when you left the tavern, towards the western end of the town. Given your experience in cities, you would know that if extreme wealth existed in the town, it would be concentrated near the keep.))
Urgoth nods as he listens to the descriptions of the undead, making note of what he is told in order to later relay the information. "I thank you for your help and advice. I will relay it to the others that Sybil contacted. We will take care to avoid this clawed ones."
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"I can pass your concerns along to the commander of the guard, though I'm unsure of how likely it would be that we can move that much of the town's population inward."
Silthras nods and glances again at the fortification, "I speak frankly because you know me. I hope I am wrong, but when we go to the mines -- and if we hurt whatever power dwells there -- then we may stir up a hornets nest. You said there were villages near the mines? They should possibly be warned...they could perhaps assist in shoring up defences here..."
Kal peers inside the bag, counting the number of explosives inside. Afterwards he closes the bag and ties it to his hip. "Thank you. If there's discussion of a reward after this is over, I'll make sure your name is mentioned." He turns to leave, stopping with his fingers hovering over the door handle as she asks her final question. Turning back around, he shakes his head. "Some claim to hear her. I don't. Not ever."
With nothing else to add, he opens to door and leaves, making his way back towards the Topaz Hammer.
Fauna eagerly accepts the flasks of holy water and gives a slight bow. Pocketing them, she makes a mental note of the priestesses' words and ponders for a moment. "You say the undead have been a common occurrence here, yet the clawed ones are recent... Could you estimate how long ago they began appearing?"
Group I(UrgothFauna) Group II(Kal) Group III(UsulSilthras)
Group I Mera's eyes flick to the top right corner as she thinks back. Fauna would notice a brief look of uncertainty on her features as a thought crosses, and a small shake of her head. "It's hard to say exactly. There were scattered rumors at first, and then they started appearing more frequently. I think the first I heard was about three months ago?"
"But things were not instantly in a dire state. I would say the situation has only deteriorated in the last month."
Group II As Kal exits the arcanist's shop, the drizzle that's been misting the town since your arrival has yet to let up, in fact the temperature has noticeably dropped since leaving the tavern. You begin your way back towards the Topaz Hammer, a satchel of explosives swinging from your hip. ((if you want to do anything along the way let me know and I can edit the post.)).
Group III "As I said at the tavern, we haven't been able to get word to them or from them in weeks. Every runner we've sent to them has failed to come back. We tried sending one with an escort to Moonvein, and they didn't come back either. We didn't dare try again after that."
The tavern comes back into sight, and as you step back inside you realize that you're the first to return. Sybil returns to the table you had all occupied previously, dropping the sack of silver dust on the table.
"If I'm being honest with you, those villages are probably already too far gone. You get in those mines and do what you need to do. Silverfair can still be saved."
Around ten minutes later, Kal walks through the door to the inn. A tan haversack tied at his hip.
Arriving back at the tavern, Usul and his group all again shake the water off, and after doing so Usul leads his Mastiff inside, slowly drying themselves off. Headed back to the table, where the mastiff curls up under Usul’s dangling toes, he says “We’ll be ready to go in the morning. First we need a warm meal though. And you said rooms were available?” Then thinking for a moment adds “Will we be passing through any of the villages on the way to the mines? We can at least check for survivors if so.”
"What has happened within the last month to cause things to become more dire?" Urgoth inquires as he watches the priestess, trying to keep close attention to what she is telling them. He moves to make note of the what is being said, pulling out the worn book, opening it to one of the few blank remaining.
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Kal makes his way back to the table, noting that some of the group had already returned. He sets the haversack in the middle of the table and sits down."I got the backup plan."He says, gesturing towards the bag. "Did you get the silver?"
Depending on the verdict regarding the quality of the ale, Silthras will resume his seat and resume drinking, or buy another, or just wait.
As he sits there, he smiles and winks at Usul, then he too begins the process of removing the travel grime from his clothing. He draws a pristine kerchief from his sleeve, and uses it to dry and polish his breastplate,. Each time the kerchief seems too dirty for use, he utters some words over it, returning it to it's former pristine state, and resumes cleaning his various pieces of equipment.
He nods at Usul's remark, pausing his work. "Aye, and we don't want to leave a possible enemy behind us -- if the villages have fallen -- best to check them, if they lie between us and the mines."
Group I "The increased number of undead has made the situation dire. As I said, we noticed the uptick a few months ago, but it didn't become unmanageable until recently." Mera lets out a sigh. "I suppose the Baroness believed the problem would resolve itself instead of getting worse. That hasn't worked out too well for us."
Group II "Ah, right. The rooms." Sybil excuses herself from the table, walking up to the bartop once more. After a brief exchange with the man behind it, she returns with five keys, each with a small tag with the room number. She drops them on the table as she sits down. "You've got them for the night."
She nods in response to Usul's question. "The entrance to the mines are within the villages. Would be hard to avoid going through them. Check for survivors if you can, and try to avoid going near the villages at night. These things get more active once the sun sets."
The solider slides the back of silver towards Kal, holding out her hand, "fifty."
"Perhaps if we find the source and eliminate or at the very least neutralize it that at least deal with these new types." Urgoth muses both to them and himself.
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Silthras yawns, then glances around the table sheepishly, "Apologies. It has been a long day!"
"Well, it seems we have at least the beginnings of a plan for tomorrow: go to the nearest village, find a secure campsite before nightfall -- possibly in the village if we make good time, possibly a likely farmhouse on the way -- then explore the village the next day, looking for survivors or other intelligence. We then base our next actions on what we learn..."
“That sounds like a good plan.”Usul says. “Though we’ll stay here for another drink or two before heading upstairs. Tomorrow we all should have a good breakfast and be ready to head out.”
Usul then spends another couple hours enjoying his first time really out of the big city where he more-or-less grew up. Trying to talk to people a bit in the bar, doing the occasional trick with prestidigitation or minor illusion if it would entertain those near, and seeing if he can hear any other interesting rumors around town. He’ll then turn in to be ready for the trip (and breakfast!) the following day. ((no need to RP all this, we can just montage it))
"Not quite as much as I was hoping for." Kal says, dropping the gold in Sybil's hand. He grabs the bag of silver and hefts it to get a somewhat accurate measure. "Should be able to make two flasks of holy water with this. Better than nothing."
He glances at the other two, currently making the beginnings of a tentative plan."Moonvein was the closest I believe. If I'm remembering right the villages are dangerous at night. We should try camping out an hour away from the village. Little nature won't kill anyone."
Group I "That would be a blessing on its own." The priestess says, clasping her hands in front of her. Mera pauses for a moment, and then seems to decide on something. "If you do survive - and Maliel willing, succeed...Pay me another visit."
Group II "Well next time give me an actual amount!" Sybil throws her hands up exasperatedly at Kal, pocketing the gold afterward. "But he's right about avoiding the villages at night." She says, talking to the other two. "I don't think the villages are particularly well fortified, and the undead tend to crowd around them."
Briefly, she peaks into the bag of explosives. "Careful with this. I'd rather not come back to find a crater where this tavern used to be."
((The explosives are equivalent to dynamite. Added them to Kal's inventory but you can distribute as you see fit.))
"Of course, and again, thank you for all of your help," Fauna says with a smile of gratitude. She waits patiently for the slender half-orc to finish collecting any last bits of information before she turns to the priestess a final time and bids a farewell. "Stay vigilant."
If there are no more questions to be asked she will make her way back towards the inn with Urgoth.
Urgoth nods his thanks to the priestess as he falls in to step behind Fauna, crossing his arm in thought as they return to the inn. "It seems that we may not be expected to return from an encounter with these undead. I shall be sure to prepare more combat oriented spells."
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Urgoth and Fauna return to the Topaz Hammer, reconvening with the others and sharing whatever information each learned. The tavern common room has almost emptied at this point, save for a four other patrons still drinking and gambling into the night.
After ten or fifteen minutes of the discussion, Sybil stands up, preparing to leave. "I'll be here in the morning to see you off. Do whatever you need to do to be well rested." The soldier turns and heads for the tavern door. As she opens the door, a sound leaks into the tavern: a faint bell ringing in the distance.
The men and women playing cards scramble out of their seats, running into the hallway containing all of the rooms. You hear doors slam shut shortly afterwards. From behind the bar, you see the bartender heft a pile of boards and a hammer.
Sybil, who had been standing in the doorway, returns to the table briskly. "Warning bell from the east gate. You want your first look at the undead, then come with me." The solider turns again and marches out of the tavern, whether or not anyway follows her.
Group I(Urgoth Fauna)
Group II(Kal)
Group III(Usul Silthras)
Group I
Similar to Urgoth's page, the flame changes color, this time to a shining silver, while the feather burns. Scents of various herbs, flowers, and woodland fill the air. Mera's eyes lock until the dancing flames as they return to their normal orange glow, as if reading some unseen message in them.
"Pardon me for a moment." The priestess says, retreating to the back of the temple and disappearing behind the corner she came around early. A brief moment she reappears, carrying two glass flasks with stoppers over them. "I'm afraid this is all I have. The ritual for making blessing water properly can be tiresome, as I'm sure you know." She says, speaking to Fauna. Handing the flasks over to the halfling, she turns her attention back to Urgoth. "You are here to help, for that I am grateful."
"This area has been a hotspot for undead for quite some time. Given the supreme age of the walking corpses, historians suggest a major conflict took place here in eons past, one in which truly dark magics were unleashed. Though they have increased in number, little else has changed about these undead. They're slow, but hard to kill and incredibly persistent."
She squeezes her left upper arm, "now the ones with the claws...I do not know what they are. We've never seen them before now. They're faster, more ruthless, and they seem to be able to turn those they kill into undead. I would not try to take on too many of them at one time, unless you have a plan."
"If there are more varieties out there, I have yet to see them."
Group II
Elixyr lets out a low whistle, eyes bulging wide for a moment. "My, you do have a little fire in you after all." She holds her hands up in mock surrender before moving around the counter, heading towards a storeroom in the back. "Alright alright, you can untie the knot in your breeches. Just don't blow up the town, and if the Baroness happens to give you a monetary reward well....I wouldn't mind being compensated for my losses." She briefly disappears into the storeroom, emerging with a tan haversack. Inside, Kal can see what appear to be crumbled balls of some clay type material, about the size of a fist. A short paper fuse rises from each one, and inside the pack is some more length of it coiled up. The arcanist drops the bag at your feet, crossing her arms. "There, you and this whole rotten town owe me now. Make sure Sybil knows that." She makes a shooing motion, returning to her seat behind the counter and putting her spectacles back on to get back to reading her scroll.
Before you can leave however, she glances up at you again. "So have you actually met, you know...Her before?"
Group III
"Oh people will still be upset, certainly. The King may own the mines, but there are still others that profit from working them. The mining villages themselves would cease to have a point in existing, as would this town probably." Sybil says this all matter of factly, as if she had already considered the consequences and come to a conclusion on them. "Everyone being dead kind of defeats the purpose of them existing moreso. Some will be upset, aye. But at least they'll be capable of being upset instead of dead."
Once more, the soldier laughs in response to Silthras' assumptions. "You assume quite a lot. I'm a soldier on reserve. I've helped in defending the town, and I helped build the defenses, but I'm not in charge of them. We made due with what we had, we needed something to buy us time, and it has."
"I can pass your concerns along to the commander of the guard, though I'm unsure of how likely it would be that we can move that much of the town's population inward."
With nothing left to do at the smithy, she thanks Simon once more and turns to leave. "Silver? We tried that, didn't change much. I'm not sure what Kal has in mind, but he tends to know his stuff on this sort of thing, mainly the reason I sent for him."
((For Usul: It's a town with moderate wealth. The citizenry isn't living in squalor, but they aren't living like rich city-merchants either. Views of the raised walls of the Baroness' keep were noticeable when you left the tavern, towards the western end of the town. Given your experience in cities, you would know that if extreme wealth existed in the town, it would be concentrated near the keep.))
Urgoth nods as he listens to the descriptions of the undead, making note of what he is told in order to later relay the information. "I thank you for your help and advice. I will relay it to the others that Sybil contacted. We will take care to avoid this clawed ones."
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Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Silthras nods and glances again at the fortification, "I speak frankly because you know me. I hope I am wrong, but when we go to the mines -- and if we hurt whatever power dwells there -- then we may stir up a hornets nest. You said there were villages near the mines? They should possibly be warned...they could perhaps assist in shoring up defences here..."
Kal peers inside the bag, counting the number of explosives inside. Afterwards he closes the bag and ties it to his hip. "Thank you. If there's discussion of a reward after this is over, I'll make sure your name is mentioned." He turns to leave, stopping with his fingers hovering over the door handle as she asks her final question. Turning back around, he shakes his head. "Some claim to hear her. I don't. Not ever."
With nothing else to add, he opens to door and leaves, making his way back towards the Topaz Hammer.
Fauna eagerly accepts the flasks of holy water and gives a slight bow. Pocketing them, she makes a mental note of the priestesses' words and ponders for a moment. "You say the undead have been a common occurrence here, yet the clawed ones are recent... Could you estimate how long ago they began appearing?"
Group I(Urgoth Fauna)
Group II(Kal)
Group III(Usul Silthras)
Group I
Mera's eyes flick to the top right corner as she thinks back. Fauna would notice a brief look of uncertainty on her features as a thought crosses, and a small shake of her head. "It's hard to say exactly. There were scattered rumors at first, and then they started appearing more frequently. I think the first I heard was about three months ago?"
"But things were not instantly in a dire state. I would say the situation has only deteriorated in the last month."
Group II
As Kal exits the arcanist's shop, the drizzle that's been misting the town since your arrival has yet to let up, in fact the temperature has noticeably dropped since leaving the tavern. You begin your way back towards the Topaz Hammer, a satchel of explosives swinging from your hip.
((if you want to do anything along the way let me know and I can edit the post.)).
Group III
"As I said at the tavern, we haven't been able to get word to them or from them in weeks. Every runner we've sent to them has failed to come back. We tried sending one with an escort to Moonvein, and they didn't come back either. We didn't dare try again after that."
The tavern comes back into sight, and as you step back inside you realize that you're the first to return. Sybil returns to the table you had all occupied previously, dropping the sack of silver dust on the table.
"If I'm being honest with you, those villages are probably already too far gone. You get in those mines and do what you need to do. Silverfair can still be saved."
Around ten minutes later, Kal walks through the door to the inn. A tan haversack tied at his hip.
Arriving back at the tavern, Usul and his group all again shake the water off, and after doing so Usul leads his Mastiff inside, slowly drying themselves off. Headed back to the table, where the mastiff curls up under Usul’s dangling toes, he says “We’ll be ready to go in the morning. First we need a warm meal though. And you said rooms were available?” Then thinking for a moment adds “Will we be passing through any of the villages on the way to the mines? We can at least check for survivors if so.”
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"What has happened within the last month to cause things to become more dire?" Urgoth inquires as he watches the priestess, trying to keep close attention to what she is telling them. He moves to make note of the what is being said, pulling out the worn book, opening it to one of the few blank remaining.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Kal makes his way back to the table, noting that some of the group had already returned. He sets the haversack in the middle of the table and sits down. "I got the backup plan." He says, gesturing towards the bag. "Did you get the silver?"
Depending on the verdict regarding the quality of the ale, Silthras will resume his seat and resume drinking, or buy another, or just wait.
As he sits there, he smiles and winks at Usul, then he too begins the process of removing the travel grime from his clothing. He draws a pristine kerchief from his sleeve, and uses it to dry and polish his breastplate,. Each time the kerchief seems too dirty for use, he utters some words over it, returning it to it's former pristine state, and resumes cleaning his various pieces of equipment.
He nods at Usul's remark, pausing his work. "Aye, and we don't want to leave a possible enemy behind us -- if the villages have fallen -- best to check them, if they lie between us and the mines."
Group I(Urgoth Fauna)
Group II(Kal Usul Silthras)
Group I
"The increased number of undead has made the situation dire. As I said, we noticed the uptick a few months ago, but it didn't become unmanageable until recently." Mera lets out a sigh. "I suppose the Baroness believed the problem would resolve itself instead of getting worse. That hasn't worked out too well for us."
Group II
"Ah, right. The rooms." Sybil excuses herself from the table, walking up to the bartop once more. After a brief exchange with the man behind it, she returns with five keys, each with a small tag with the room number. She drops them on the table as she sits down. "You've got them for the night."
She nods in response to Usul's question. "The entrance to the mines are within the villages. Would be hard to avoid going through them. Check for survivors if you can, and try to avoid going near the villages at night. These things get more active once the sun sets."
The solider slides the back of silver towards Kal, holding out her hand, "fifty."
"Perhaps if we find the source and eliminate or at the very least neutralize it that at least deal with these new types." Urgoth muses both to them and himself.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Silthras yawns, then glances around the table sheepishly, "Apologies. It has been a long day!"
"Well, it seems we have at least the beginnings of a plan for tomorrow: go to the nearest village, find a secure campsite before nightfall -- possibly in the village if we make good time, possibly a likely farmhouse on the way -- then explore the village the next day, looking for survivors or other intelligence. We then base our next actions on what we learn..."
“That sounds like a good plan.” Usul says. “Though we’ll stay here for another drink or two before heading upstairs. Tomorrow we all should have a good breakfast and be ready to head out.”
Usul then spends another couple hours enjoying his first time really out of the big city where he more-or-less grew up. Trying to talk to people a bit in the bar, doing the occasional trick with prestidigitation or minor illusion if it would entertain those near, and seeing if he can hear any other interesting rumors around town. He’ll then turn in to be ready for the trip (and breakfast!) the following day.
((no need to RP all this, we can just montage it))
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(( Note: Silthras will get up a little earlier and visit the apothecary for news of Elirion ))
"Not quite as much as I was hoping for." Kal says, dropping the gold in Sybil's hand. He grabs the bag of silver and hefts it to get a somewhat accurate measure. "Should be able to make two flasks of holy water with this. Better than nothing."
He glances at the other two, currently making the beginnings of a tentative plan. "Moonvein was the closest I believe. If I'm remembering right the villages are dangerous at night. We should try camping out an hour away from the village. Little nature won't kill anyone."
Group I(Urgoth Fauna)
Group II(Kal Usul Silthras)
Group I
"That would be a blessing on its own." The priestess says, clasping her hands in front of her. Mera pauses for a moment, and then seems to decide on something. "If you do survive - and Maliel willing, succeed...Pay me another visit."
Group II
"Well next time give me an actual amount!" Sybil throws her hands up exasperatedly at Kal, pocketing the gold afterward. "But he's right about avoiding the villages at night." She says, talking to the other two. "I don't think the villages are particularly well fortified, and the undead tend to crowd around them."
Briefly, she peaks into the bag of explosives. "Careful with this. I'd rather not come back to find a crater where this tavern used to be."
((The explosives are equivalent to dynamite. Added them to Kal's inventory but you can distribute as you see fit.))
"Of course, and again, thank you for all of your help," Fauna says with a smile of gratitude. She waits patiently for the slender half-orc to finish collecting any last bits of information before she turns to the priestess a final time and bids a farewell. "Stay vigilant."
If there are no more questions to be asked she will make her way back towards the inn with Urgoth.
Urgoth nods his thanks to the priestess as he falls in to step behind Fauna, crossing his arm in thought as they return to the inn. "It seems that we may not be expected to return from an encounter with these undead. I shall be sure to prepare more combat oriented spells."
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Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Urgoth and Fauna return to the Topaz Hammer, reconvening with the others and sharing whatever information each learned. The tavern common room has almost emptied at this point, save for a four other patrons still drinking and gambling into the night.
After ten or fifteen minutes of the discussion, Sybil stands up, preparing to leave. "I'll be here in the morning to see you off. Do whatever you need to do to be well rested." The soldier turns and heads for the tavern door. As she opens the door, a sound leaks into the tavern: a faint bell ringing in the distance.
The men and women playing cards scramble out of their seats, running into the hallway containing all of the rooms. You hear doors slam shut shortly afterwards. From behind the bar, you see the bartender heft a pile of boards and a hammer.
Sybil, who had been standing in the doorway, returns to the table briskly. "Warning bell from the east gate. You want your first look at the undead, then come with me." The solider turns again and marches out of the tavern, whether or not anyway follows her.