Tayvello sits at his table, his shoulder length ebony hair pairs well with his dusk red skin, crown like horns of dull golden yellow sit just above his temples. He keeps his back towards the wall to give himself the chance to watch the entrance to the inn as well as the stairs to the various rooms. Tayvello leans back closing his eyes to allow the tiefling's melody to wash away the remnants of the nightmare that had so violently yank him from sleep this morning. When the door to the inn opens Tayvello opens his eyes casting his gaze to the new comer then goes back to listen to the music. 

Clearly there is unrest here in Aoswell, the city is under siege from monsters outside and a rebellion brewing from the inside... 

"I apologize, I don't spend much time in the city and my knowledge on politics is obviously lacking. I am sorry I did not catch your name but let me ask you, if Lady Lonsvell is not fit to lead who do you propose would be more up to the task? Are there others who think as you do? And while we are being candid with one another have you any insight into the beast coming from the East?"

Braci tried to ask his questions politely but in hushed tones not wanting to be overheard by passers-by.

Braci - "My name is Tyrem Hargin. The problem is that so many in this town won't remember how streamlined life was when real laws were in place. I would apply such laws! Now, the beasts I know fairly little about. What I do know is that after Old Ivten's encounter with them everyone in this town is too scared to do anything. I also know that if Lonsvell would assemble an actually viable militia we might have the strength to defend ourselves!"

The elf sits alone at a table in the corner of the tavern with a plate of breakfast that was barely touched and a glass of cider sitting before him.    Dressed in a finely embroidered jacket of the latest fashion with silver hair flowing to his shoulders, he idly flips through a book, concentrating on the words in front of him while also listening intently to the conversations floating around the tavern.  

Perception: 11

He has heard the stories since coming into town already, cackling creatures razing the fields, but he is eager to learn more and to learn just what the others know as well.  He enjoys the delicate lute performance of the blue tiefling, but his bright green eyes narrow in irritation as the room starts to fill up with travelers and the group across the room break out in a dwarvish drinking song.  He finds the carousing and rowdy song irritating this early in the morning and he does nothing to hide his distaste. It seems that they will let anyone in this tavern,  he thinks to himself.

Varis - You hear some conversation but it is mostly all drowned out by the singing.

Rocky - You approach an older half-elven man in common doctor's garb. He says, "I'll ask him if he will see visitors." He then leaves, and in not too long reenters the room saying "Follow me." (Assuming you do so) You are taken down a hall to a wooden door that opens into a small room with some medical implements to either side of a bed with a side table and a chair next to it. On the bed is a very old looking human man with brown eyes beneath bushy eyebrows, the same grey color as his shaggy hair and beard. You see that he has many scrapes and bruises, but the most noticeable injuries are his eye (which is patched, but clearly freshly wounded) and his lack of an arm (cut off at the shoulder and bandaged). With his arm he gestures for you to sit and says in a course voice, " 'Ey there young man, what can I help ya with?"

Braci raises an eyebrow and pulls his hood over his head before turning to leave he says,

"I agree friend it does seem like trouble is coming, would be wise to have some folks ready for a fight. I plan on answering her call for adventurers this evening perhaps she is building such force as we speak. But tell me, what happened to Old Ivtan and where might I find him?"

Afterwards Braci thanks Tyrem and if there is nothing else he turns to leave. If he has a location for Old Ivtan he will go directly there. If not he would head to a pub or inn. 

Braci - Tyrem says: "Old Ivtan is currently at the hospital. Do be gentle though, he's been through a lot."

When you arrive at the hospital you see a dwarf leaving. You enter to see a half-elven doctor standing there.

Varis finds it hard to hear anything over the raised voices starting to fill the tavern.  He closes his book with a sigh and motions Stira over when she has a chance to break away from the others.  “Thank you for the room and the delicious meal.  It is certainly picking up in here, are you always this busy?”  He pays for his meal with a smile and passes over an extra gold piece for her trouble.

“Who keeps the history of your town?  Do you have a researcher or sage? I would like to learn more about the area before meeting with the guard.”

With any information provided by Stira in hand, Varis stands, makes eye contact with the blue tiefling musician and gives a polite nod before heading out to the town.

Varis - Stira pockets the gold. “Thank you, dear. And no, this is the certainly the busiest the Busy Rabbit has been at 9:30 in the morning. As for history, we don’t have much in the way of a formal library but Priest Soldus at the temple is as close to a historian as you’ll find here.”

As the main room of the inn gets more spirited Tayvello rises from his seat leaving enough coin to cover his meal then makes his way to the table of the blue tiefling and leaves a gold piece on his table, "Thank you for that moment of piece earlier."

Tayvello pulls up the hood of his cloak before making his way out of the inn. Tayvello makes his way towards the Hall of the Guard, taking note of its location for the meeting later after that he wanders around the town looking for a quiet place to sit for a time.

Kairynna leans back in her chair watching the crowd. Dressed in armor of metal leaves, she taps her foot along to the music and sips from her tankard. As her companion comments about the lack of rabbits, a soft, warm chuckle escapes her lips. "The only rabbits I want would be on the menu." As the blue tiefling ends his performance, she raises her hand and waves him over. "Now come bard, I am sure you have heard some tales of this area. Me and my companion have only recently arrived in this fair city. Sit with us and gossip and I shall cover your food and drink." Smiling at Nevaeh, Kairynna asks her, "So, when do you want to seek out this Vara Lonsvell? It seems some of the others in this tavern are also looking to join her in finding those that burned the fields. They seem quite the capable group." 

Morilius thanks Tayvello for the coin before making his way toward Kairynna and Nevaeh 's table, setting his lute beside him, and answering Kairynna's first statement, "I don't know much more than you do about this area, I just arrived here yesterday myself." He takes the first sip from his drink, and his face contorts in displeasure. "Though if the quality of their drinks are any indication, these people must be hurting." 

At the mention of Vara, his eyes light up a bit. "I too am planning on meeting with Vara. Do you two know much about her? All I've heard of her are some murmurs throughout the streets." 

"I am ready whenever you are ready, my friend and savior! Of course, 'twould be best if I finished this... 'Vexcall coffee' first and foremost. A most novel idea, mixing spirits and coffee!" Nevaeh smiles, her face slightly aglow. "The handsome balladeer could join us, 'haps? 'Twould be a boon to have one as skilled as he to lift our spirits in these dark times. This Lonsvell could use our assistance. By the Void, how convenient we should stumble across this place in the midst of such a pivotal moment!"

Nevaeh hums as the bard asks his question. "Verily, I know little of Vara. But then, I know little of many things. Rynna has been my guide in these matters... 'haps thou knowest something of her, oh Rynna? And what murmurs hast thou heard, goodly bard? What tidings in this town fallen on hard times?" She asks, then catches herself. "My, how rude! Rynna hath told me many a time I must make my name known to others if they be friends. I am called Nevaeh, and Nevaeh is what thou mayest call me. Who, pray tell, art thou, oh musician?"

Morilius smiles at Nevaeh's vernacular, and does his best to imitate her vocabulary. "'Twould be an honor to accompany you." He then extends a hand. "My name's Morilius, but you can call me Mori if you wish." 

"Good morning and well met, Mori if you wish. A poetic name, if somewhat long-winded," Nevaeh replies. She looks down at his hand, her eyebrows furrowing in a confused expression. "Dost... dost thou desireth my drink? I have already asked Miss Stira to grant thee one on my behalf. Thou need not taketh mine, Mori if you wish."

"No, I'm quite alright. I've already had a few now, and the day is still plenty young." he says. "I'd prefer to still be able to see my lute straight if I need to play it later." He then realizes he hasn't returned her good tidings, and quickly adds, "And it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Nevaeh. As far as the rumors about Vara...everyone seems to have a different opinion of her, or at least everyone I've talked to. Though I doubt anyone could manage a decent job in times such as these." 

Sigi laughs warmly as Thoradin breaks into song.  While he enjoys the moment, it is a bit too early in the morning for him to serenade his fellow bar patrons, but he taps along on the tabletop and encourages the revelry.  He picks at his plate of stale bread and cheese, enough to sate his morning hunger, and stands from the table to stretch.

 He is wearing a finely tailored outfit of orange and blue colors that hints at his muscled physique without being obnoxious.  It is accented with a decorative scarf, clasped with a small steel symbol of Sothel.  His black hair is coiled tightly in a bun behind his head and his long beard braided once down the center.  He pauses for a moment, looking over the life and energy of the room and sighs, looking quite content.  He then makes his way over to the table of Morilius, Kairynna and Neveah.  If Thoradin in not engaged elsewhere, he will beckon him to join.

“Glorious performance, minstrel.  It was just what we all needed this morning, I think.”  He flashes a smile to the table, “I am called Siegfried, and my friend with the song in his heart is called Thoradin.  We are traveling priests of good Sothel, lord and muse of crafters, builders and artists.  As part of my sacred duties, I make it my business to encourage and reward those who are skilled with forge or quill; loom or lyre.  I had planned to pick up the tab for you, young bard, but it seems the two angelic women here have already offered to do this.  If I may be so bold, might you ladies allow me to pick up your tabs instead?  You’ve clearly got ears for talented artists and if I can encourage you to continue to encourage the arts… well then I think that is Sothel’s work done twice over again.”   He waits a moment before proceeding, to see if his intrusion into their conversation is welcome or not.

A dwarf!! Braci thinks to himself.

He has always had a soft spot for the harden folk. It was a dwarf that showed him kindness many years ago, not the elves nor the humans. Regardless, it's no use dwelling on this now he has a job to do.

Continuing on, he enters into the hospital and approaches the half elven doctor. He lowers his hood, smiles warmly and says, "Greetings, I am sorry to distract you from your work but I am looking for Old Ivtan. I heard he may be here. You see, I was attacked by the oddest of beasts on the road and it maybe that Ivtan encountered the same. If he is well enough I would like a moment of his time to discuss his experience. I promise to be brief."