Constanza mutters a half-hearted 'thanks' to Bran, then murmurs a string of unintelligible words under her breath that might sound similar to the words 'tipsy', 'less active'...  she's probably complaining about the effect of the mead.

Bran winks at Constanza. He holds his bottle of mead high as a salute and chugs half of it.

Bran gains Inspiration.

“D’Ward, are there any magical items you can get us that would help us in realm you’re taking us to?”

"Realm? We're headed out to sea where the beast was last spotted. Some sailors recently reported some disturbing occurances. Our hope is that we will kill this thing where it currently resides... in a blue hole. As far as magical items, well we should be able to come up with something. That's why I'd like you all to take a look at the ship and the upgrades. So you can see exactly what we're dealing with." 

“Is there anything else we need to know before we depart tomorrow, is there any other lore, or possible rumored weakness?

"I can tell you what I know on the ride to Lielon... I'll meet you downstairs in the morning. We have two rooms here at the Stonehill Inn, feel free to lay your heads here for the night if you wish." 

Bran finishes his bottle of mead.

“Dibs on the bunk on this bunk.”

Bran points to the bunk closest to where he’s sitting. He runs to the bunk and lays down, crosses his feet and pulls his cap down over his eyes.

“You lovely people have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Constanza will abandon the half-finished bottle of mead, and head to one of the remaining bunk beds. She squeezes the lower arms of the older champion companion affectionately, and declares:

"Big guy, get some good night's sleep. I'll stand watch for the first two hours of the night."

She moves towards the northwestern part of the room while dragging the heavy chest and crossbow case and placing these containers at the bottom of the bunk. She will stow her Trident, and wield a Dagger while wearing the Studded Leather armor for enhanced protection against any kind of nightcrawlers.

Bran smiles at the touch. His eyes hidden under his cap. He waits until he hears the footsteps descend and peers out from underneath his cap to watch her walk to the other side of the room.

Bran puts his cap back down, rests his head back and yawns,”wake me up to replace you for next shift.”

He rolls so he faces towards the door, hoping he has no night terror this night. His hand on a hand axe under his pillow.

Constanza finds Bran smiling while trying to conceal his eyes, which makes it quite difficult for her to discern his true intention. Anyway, she climbs up to get access to his cap, pulls it out of his head and ruffles his hair jovially while bidding him goodnight.

As your characters turn in for the night, please roll a 1d6 each. 

Rather crawls into a bunk farthest from any doors or windows and nods off.

d6=3

4

Constanza: 6

5

4

The next morning, you awaken to the sounds of Ugly Beard falling down the stairs. "Drats!" Downstairs Toblin has prepared scrambled eggs and goat cheese rolls. D'ward sits by the bar strumming a lute quietly.