As Triäsa looks at him Ludolf blushes under his sideburns, turning away and mumbling something almost unintelligibly about getting his hair cut tomorrow morning.

Triäsa and Daventry finishing picking at Ludolf and head out into the hallway and presumably back to the lounge. You find the Temple to be very, very quiet. It appears the lounge has shut down for the night. There is no sign of Seth or the other servants. You do not see the elven man here either. 

Edgar keeps and keen eye on the grounds for anything unusual. All he sees is Seth and the Servants heading into the tower as they finish their work for the evening. Otherwise the outside grounds are quiet and calm.

Triäsa says to Daventry, "Well, I guess this place just does not have much of an active night life.  A brief nighttime stroll? Or should we just get some sleep for whatever tomorrow brings?"

As Edgar returns to report Ludolf would bid Klin and Pardot good night, not quite sure if they settled on who would stay with Fistandia, or if both would.
He then walks over to his nearby room and tries to get some sleep, letting Edgar watch over him.

"Hmm, guess not. No where I'm wanting to sneak into, yet..."

Daventry gives a good look around as they walk, but if she doesn't see anything else of interest she'll agree to call it a night.

Perception: 9

This area of the Temple is perfectly quiet and neither of you see anything of interest. While you could explore further it sounds like you are going to give up the chase and go to bed?

If that is the case the rest of the night passes quickly and uneventfully. You awaken with the sun gleaming gloriously through your window. It carries the warmth and light of optimism in this perfectly normal haven of rest and recovery. On the floor of your room you see a single sheet of parchment that was passed beneath the door. It reads:

"Your reservation with the Sisters of Beauty is confirmed. Please report to their Tower today just after high noon to discuss your transformation."

It appears to be shortly after dawn and you have a few hours before your appointment. You could wait calmly or you could do some investig... I mean... relaxation.

Ludolf has slept remarkably well, with no nightmares following him from the Far Realm this night. He gets up and looks himself in the mirror, curious over if his wrinkles and gray hair is still gone. He will then get dressed and head over to the lounge for a spa breakfast, hoping to find some black coffee, nice sausages, bacon and eggs but expecting some suspicious vegan nonsense. His plan is then to see the barber and after that maybe another short visit to that pool as it was fairly relaxing after all if it were not for that Jarlaxle character. If he meets any of the others at breaksfast he would wave them over with an uncharacteristic smile, asking the ladies how their night was and if they had any luck with that elf or any other attractive male at the Restful Lily.

Triäsa returns with Daventry to their room, and soon is asleep.  She awakens at the first light and takes a few moments to ready herself for the day. Soon she is headed out to the lounge, quickly joining Ludolf for breakfast.  Although perhaps a bit lighter breakfast than his. 

She tells him, and anyone else that has joined, about the utter lack of anyone being about the previous evening.  Not even Seth or the other servants.  

"So, what should we do until this high noon meeting with the Sisters?" she asks. "Seems pointless to just sit around.  Has anyone checked on Fistandia this morning? Do we bring her with us? Or just leave her in the room and explain her situation to the Sisters?"

"What a pity." Ludolf says as he hears about the lack of fraternizing, sounding that he actually means that, it would have been good for the ongoing investigation after all, finding out more about the agenda of that handsome elf. Ludolf blushes under the sideburns again as he realizes he should have gone and checked on Fistandia first thing in the morning. "I can go and visit her in a moment, I'm soon finished here anyway." He says, finishing his black strong coffee. "I thought perhaps I'll visit the barber next, no waxing though, and if there's time for it, a quick visit to that enchanting pool again." He says, running his unwrinkled hand absentmindedly through his now young vibrant dark brown hair. "Any plans of your own?" He says to Triäsa.

Triäsa tilts her head slightly and looks at Ludolf with a grin. "Are you asking me to join you in the pool?"   She considers for a moment. "Perhaps you can go take care of your haircut and such while I look in on Fistandia.  Then we can take a brief dip in the pool before our meeting with the Sisters."

In the morning Pardot wakes up and says, "I'd like to take a stroll near that blocked off tower to see if I can learn anything, if anyone would like to join. I've also prepared some magicks to purify our breakfast. My gut can't handle more of their 'special detox."

Finishing your magically purified breakfast you all head to your separate destinations. 

@Triäsa, Fistandia seems comfortable. I will say that Klin is following the appropriate instructions; feeding, massaging and medicating her as instructed. There has been no change in her condition for the better or worse. As you are about to leave you hear a strange rattling in the hallway behind you.

@Ludolf -- As you pass through the hallways and into the lounge you see it bustling with activity, more so than when you were there with your friends just now eating. There are all manner of new arrivals here eating breakfast happily and talking to each other. You see the drow "Jaralaxe" who scowls in your direction as he flirts obnoxiously with two young halflings. The dwarf, the married couple and a few other new guests you have not seen before are all having a grand time. You don't see Seth, one of the silent servant's is manning the bar.

In the back of the you see the elf who was sitting at the bar last night. He is talking to a pretty young tabaxi who has a perfect, new manicure and pedicure, it appears he is the aesthetician and barber. As you approach he grins, "Ah, sir I saw you last evening. You were sitting with pretty young lady who put on the magic show! Quite a delight I'd say. We have many wonderful amenities here at Temple but we do lack shows. I have suggested we hire a bard but no one listens to the new guy! So what can I do for you. Let me guess, a full body wax, just give me a moment to get the paper and wax melted... I should have enough..."

@Pardot -- You walk to the grounds in the back and slowly make your way toward the tower. It takes you five maybe ten minutes to reach the front. You find it to be a finely crafted stone tower that rises among the trees not far from the bathhouse. A statue of a sharp-featured winged elf crouches above the front door, whose bright red surface is decorated with golden swirls. Should you try the front door you would find it locked. There is a window around the side to the east

Ludolf glares back at the obnoxious drow with his piercing gray eyes, finding it unbelievable that anyone would be interested in such an apparent phony.
Intimidation: 16

"There will be absolutely no need for any wax I can assure you." Ludolf says gruffly to the elf. "I will just need my hair and sideburns trimmed thank you very much."
Then he relutantly decides to try his best to be more pleasant for a while in order to gather some information for the teams investigation. "I suppose I could talk to the pretty young lady about your thoughts. It is not easy not being listened to when you have excellent ideas. I suppose you enjoy working in a place like this though, it is quite lovely here at the Restful Lily. Would you say the sisters are good employers too? They did take over after the founder some time ago, isn't that so?" He says in a very polite tone.
Persuasion: 13 Insight: 20

The two of you lock eyes in an epic staring contest. A true battle of wills has commenced! He walks boldly with an arm around the shoulder  of each halfling leading them back toward his room as he scowls. You raise your eyebrows and narrow your eyes, his pupils dilate in response. The tension is palpable and a hush crosses the lounge... entraced in the contest the imposter does not see the small side table filled with juice, fruit and smoked meats in front of him. Predictable he trips over the table as breakfast launched into the air. He lands on his back and is promptly covered the delicatessen of the morning meal. 

Laughter erupts from the lounge with the halflings leading the ridicule before they walk away leaving him alone. He looks at you with absolute hatred.

(Elf conversation when I have a bit more time)

Daventry joins Pardot on his walk, leaving the others to socialize. Looking up at the tower, she comments to Pardot.

"So the statue's a bit creepy, not going to lie. In through the door via the good old lockpicks? Turn into a little critter and take the Daventry Express up to the window?" As she suggests the latter, the starlight bones of her mage hand drift outward from her real hand, forming an open palm a creature could jump upon.

She takes a look around to see if there are many observers in the vicinity.

Perception: 16

@Ludolf -- The elf stifles a chuckle and guides you over to his barber's chair. He wraps a nice warm towel around your neck and starts picking through his scissors and knives. "I haven't been here very long. Just a month really. I came searching for truth and maybe some companionship but I haven't found either yet. It seems the truth is hard to come by and the relationships are fleeting. The Sister's are good enough employers though I don't know them well. They let me hone my craft, give me shelter and food. I suppose that's good enough for now. But why are you here? A distinguished man such as yourself, you don't seem the type to want to turn back the clock like most." He starts cutting your hair, quickly and with particularly refined elven grace. His motions are quite practice and deliberate. He seems rather happy to talk to you and he feels more sincere than most you have met in this place.

Daventry and Pardot (on his passive) get the impression they are very much alone.

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Daventry joins Pardot on his walk, leaving the others to socialize. Looking up at the tower, she comments to Pardot.

"So the statue's a bit creepy, not going to lie. In through the door via the good old lockpicks? Turn into a little critter and take the Daventry Express up to the window?" As she suggests the latter, the starlight bones of her mage hand drift outward from her real hand, forming an open palm a creature could jump upon.

She takes a look around to see if there are many observers in the vicinity.

Perception: 16

 "Wait just a moment." Pardot says as he holds out his hand and a small elf owl appears in it. Scratching the owl on the head the owl then disappears and appears behind the walls inside the house. Pardot, putting his hand on to Day to keep his balance focuses his sight through the owl to see what he can perceive inside the house before they attempt their own entry.

(Wait how did you get the owl through the wall?)

Daventry gives Pardot's hand a tight squeeze. "Talk to me, owlman. Let me know what you see as well..." 

She will continue to keep a lookout while Pardot is distracted.

"Well, I'm not here for myself but to find a cure for another. I admit I didn't really know anything about this place when I came here other than it could possibly provide help. The one who told us about the place mentioned he was helped by having a painting done of him. I'm curious of this, do you know anything of these paintings he mentioned?" Ludolf says, relaxing in his chair as the elf does his barbering.