Drego nods as Robin suggests finding the Warlord 'Yes, he summoned us - I assume he'll have somewhere for us to sleep.'

Stitch’s head starts to look very similar to a bobble-head doll as the group makes its way back to the warlords abode. 

Jax slaps his forehead and agrees to go find the warlord to ask him the same question.

Back at the warlord's house, you catch him just stepping out the door with his husband. Warlord Karlach gives you all a thankful smile. "I heard how you addressed the mob situation--thank you."

Stitch yawns loudly and smacks his lips, his eyes looking very droopy. He continues to head bob. 

Case looks to him, "Yes. The group has performed sufficiently thus far. Thank you for your praise. The group requires rest however, is there a place you would recommend for this here in town?"

Drego pulls a handful of dried fruit and meat from a pouch at his waist and hands it back to Stitch.  'Eat a little, it's been a long day buddy'

"Yes, as Case here as said, we would like to know if you have some place we can retire for the night." Robin says with a nod to the metallic man. "We have been given some information and can seek out further avenues of inquiry come morning."

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Drego pulls a handful of dried fruit and meat from a pouch at his waist and hands it back to Stitch.  'Eat a little, it's been a long day buddy'

Stitch snatches the food up eagerly and begins mounching on it noisily. He looks to be feeling a bit better... but still very tired. 

Karlach nods. "The Gold Dragon Inn is just down the street." He points several buildings down to an inn with an illusory Ghallandan blink dog capering in a circle around the sign. "Let Virian know I sent you and she'll give you half off."

     Péiste Mór chuffs out some dark smoke from their nostrils but otherwise stays silent.  Dragons can sleep anywhere so they're not particularly worried about the accommodations.  And having no pockets, Péiste Mór will merely slip inside Jax's backpack when it comes time to rent rooms so that no scurrilous tavern owner tries to charge extra.

"Very well." Robin says with a nod. She turns away and heads towards the place indicated.

Case follows the group down the road to the Inn, keeping his eyes open, wary of the volatile local population.

Drego follows the party towards the Inn, complimenting Case's vigilance as he does.

"Maybe we will try sleeping inside for once?" Jax says to PM with a half-grin. 

     "mmmm, yes.  nice.  though the problem is that you do not always awaken in the same place you went to sleep..." Péiste Mór points out.  "I have yet to figure out exactly how you ended up in that tree or what you did to make those sloths so angry at you..."

Stitch shoots PM an inquisitive look, the plainly says “He ended up in a tree with sloths in it???”

Case looks to PM also surprised, "This sloth story sounds surprising!  I might almost consider it a joke and not a real story!”

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Case looks to PM also surprised, then over to stitch, “You said more words!  You’re vocabulary now includes many more words!  And yes. This sloth story sounds surprising!  I might almost consider it a joke and not a real story!”

 (Point of note. Stitch doesn’t actually say anything. The look he gives PM gives that intent for those with good insight.)

As you are all chatting, you make your way to the Gold Dragon Inn. Inside, the atmosphere is warm and relaxed, any tension palpable on the streets gone. Warm firelight fills the room, and people eat dinner and chat together with smiles on their faces. Here, you can feel a taste of what Teryk is usually like, as a community and a home. Bartenders, mostly halflings, move through the room with dishes and mugs, and at the center of the web of servers is an old halfling woman behind the bar. Her gray hair is kept back from her face in a bun, and laugh lines cross her face, intersecting with Mark of Hospitality across her left cheek. She has a brisk, competent air around her, and is clearly the matriarch of the inn.