Waylin goes pale as they walk, hearing the name of the devil. A cold sweat breaks out over his face, the beads freezing to his skin. Waylin attempts to hide it by wiping it away. He glanced over his shoulder as the figures disappeared, before stepping into an alley way. His stomach churned and a rush of emesis splurged forth onto the frozen around. He heaved once more before before he spat. The sound of the whispers filled his memory.

Brin shrugs and heads in the direction the other two disappeared.

Fahana can only watch as Waylin relieves his stomach of all that was in it...  she places a hand on his back "C'mon, you'll be ok... let's go meet back with the others'

Waylin spits on the ground as he straightens up. His eyes meet Fahana's, his hands trembling still. He sucks in a few deep breaths as his color returns. Waylin spits once more onto the ground, "There's something you and the other's need to know. Something I'd normally try to keep to myself but having trust in these situations is important." 

Waylin

 Fahana and Waylin, You both stop just at the road before the town center where the taverns were located and see Brin and Gonly's familiar faces thanks to the torches now illuminating the tavern entrances.

Brin and Gonly, just as quickly as you saw them disappear, the other half of your group reveals themselves to you two once more with Waylin looking a little worse for wear.

Brin eyes Waylin as the group gathers back together. He stomps his sturdy boots in the snow a bit, keeping his feet warm. "What ye be about, running off like that?" Brin asks with a frown in the direction the two just returned from. He shrugs, not waiting for an answer. "Seems like Torrga be heading to Targos." He informs them. "Now we be needing to be wasting the rest of today, as we no be wanting to head out towards Targos at this time of day, best be waiting fer the morning for that."

Gonly waved at the other two with a smile and nodded at Brin's comment about Targos and heading off in the morning. 

"They're making a tour of Ten Towns, ending at Caer Konig." Waylin says, his color slowly returning. He glances to Brin and Gonly, "As for running off, it seems to have added a piece into this larger puzzle of a city. Come let us find a hearth to discuss our findings at." 

"Sounds good, lead the way." Gonly responded pleasently with a hand extended out, not having a preference for any of the taverns. 

Waylin nods, heading towards the fifth tavern in the line. His foot steps crunching under foot, he pulls his cloak tighter as the wind gusts. He glances upwards once more for a brief second before returning is gaze to his more immediate surroundings. 

Waylin clears his throat, "Any luck on finding anything about Kaltro or who runs the caravan?" His voice cutting softly across the ambience of the dreary winter night.

Brin stomps through the snow after the others. Ice has gathered in his beard from the cold. He nods at the question about the assassin. "Torrga's x-lover seems to be thinking the assassin is some sort of pet Torrga is keeping close." Brin offers. "The x-lover does not seem to be liking the assassin much from what they be saying. Even so, Torrga no be going to be liking us going after her pet."

Waylin, you open the door to the tavern, it’s empty inside save for a dwarf behind the counter. The aesthetics of the establishment mirror the one that you and Fahana previously went inside of. 

Waylin wanders over to the dwarf behind the bar, setting both hands upon the bar and leaning forward slightly. He smiles slightly, "How much for a hot meal?" He rocks back and forth slightly. Waylin ponders how they might separate Kaltro from the caravan to apprehend him. Despite being ill earlier, his stomach rumbled and ached.

Gonly walked behind them and listened as Brin explained Torrga's lover. He chuckled a bit when Waylin picked the lover's bar.

"I wonder if he knows?" Gonly said with a grin towards Brin while nodding at Waylin.

He then followed inside shaking his head with a small laugh. 

Brin follows the others inside and nods to the dwarf behind the counter.

The four of you head to the tavern, with some of you making it the second time now. The dwarf looks at Waylin and says, “That’d be two silver pieces for a fresh hot meal. Two coppers for some stale bread and eight for some salted meat.” The dwarf then looks over to Gonly and Brin with a raised eyebrow. “Back so soon?” He asks curiously. 

Waylin nods and sets two silver pieces upon the counter, sliding it over to the dwarf, "Thank you, kindly."  He wanders over to the fire place, drawing an empty chair near the hearth, the chair scrapping as it slides.  Waylin sits down, reclining slightly as his meal is prepared, crossing his hands.  He looks to Brin and Gonly, "Those figures we went after are cultists, following an arch-devil."

Fahana finds a chair over by the fireplace close to Waylin, she eyes him for a moment and then asks "So, you had quite a reaction to those two you were following, have you come across their cult before?"

Gonly smiled with his eyes closed and shrugged his shoulders with palms aimed at the ceiling in answer to the dwarf's question. 

His demeanor changed, however, at the mention of cultists and devils. It cooled to better match the temperature outside. He listened carefully to Waylin's remark and waited for him to answer Fahana's question. 

Waylin takes a deep breath and lets out a prolonged sigh before sitting forward, resting his elbows upon his knees. The chair groans softly with each movement. He then glances to his party members one at a time, "I'm from the city of Neverwinter, southish of here. My father was and is a successful merchant. I had two brothers, both younger than myself." He takes a breath and jesters for Gonly and Brin to have a seat before continuing, "Alexius, my youngest brother fell into the bottle not to much unlike my present self, a few years back. I tried to confront him and help sober him up one evening, but things got heated. The guards were called, but they were rough and ended up killing Alexius..."