Zefla frowns as Urwin actually offers free meals for these ungrateful people.  She's about to stand up on a chair and give these people a piece of her mind when she sees the bartender give them a signal to stand down.  Huffing about it, she acquiesces.  But is ready and willing to fight on his side if needed, she waits to see what happens next.

Soren, these people seem angry and upset, but not necessarily desperate enough to do anything dangerous or criminal.  They hold back from anything too aggressive, seemingly more interested in impressing upon the tavern keeper how unacceptable it is that their daily wine has been denied to them. Still, unintended things can happen when tempers run too hot.

Father Giles' calming words, followed up quickly by the unspoken message of Burr's maul, succeeds in quieting the crowd.  Most elect to turn down the wolf steaks, leaving with grumbling voices and empty bellies, continuing to protest with their feet.  A few souls due retire to tables and wait for the promised food.

Urwin is visibly relieved.  "I'll extend the same offer to you four as well.  I fear we have completely run out of wine, as you may have surmised."  The two hunters and the other man stand down, retreating to their own tables... the two hunters laugh among themselves at the narrowly averted melee.

Burrs stomach still revolts at the idea of eating carnivore flesh and he opts to go to bed hungry, afterall they need to be up as early as possible tomorrow morning if they want to make it to their destination.

Zefla bellies up to the bar, "You shouldn't have to give away your food just because your supplier has run dry on you.  That isn't your fault, and the people here should know better.  I mean.. it's just wine.  Not those delicious cakes..." she says the last line under her breath, not meant for anyone to really hear, just can't help herself.

"As Giles said, we are planning on heading out to see what is going on with the wine situation.  We ran into a group over by the lake after saving the leader's daughter from being drowned.  It was a strange situation..." she lets Urwin know what happened.  The way he had treated them thusfar, he has been the most forthcoming and she feels the only one she would give information to so far of those they have met.

Relieved that the situation did not result in conflict within the pack, Soren declines the offer of food, feeling a little queasy.  It is not that he refuses to eat wolf any more than he would refuse to eat human flesh, Silvanus' being a god of wild nature, red in tooth and claw.  He is just too tired to be hungry.

Seeing that Zefla is filling Urwin in on the plan to visit the Wizard of Wines tomorrow, the druid thinks a moment.  After briefly asking Urwin if they have anything in the form of lighter snacks, Soren steps outside and glances up at the roof, looking for ravens.  Hoping to use Speech of the Woods to once again converse with the intelligent and observant birds, humbly asking them for any advance scouting report they can offer on the Wizard of Wines.

If Burr is unwilling to dine on delicious, delicious wolf, Urwin is able to whip up some fried root vegetables instead (something like home fries, but with turnips instead of potatoes).

Urwin's eyes light up when he hears you plan to look into the situation at the winery.  His brow furrows when Zefla mentions 'a group over by the lake' then his look darkens a little when he realizes you are talking about Luvosh's Vistani.  "Good on all of you for saving that girl, but I would ask your consideration.  If you can get the winery to expedite a shipment of wine, please consider sending it here, first, before the wanderers get theirs.  If you deliver us wine tomorrow, I'll refund your rooms and you can have the first round on the house when we open the new casks."

Soren:

"Well, I can't promise we'll get you wine tomorrow, I have no idea what we'll run into, but I will promise we'll deliver wine here before heading back out to Luvosh.  Your offer of refunding our rooms is truly appreciated, we'll try our best.  Any tips on negotiating with the locals around here?  You know we need all the help we can get."  

Zefla watches Soren leave unsure as to why, but shrugs and gets herself a wolf steak, "Just add it to my tab, I will not take food from you."

Giles slides onto a stool and says nary a word as the wolf steak and root vegetables are brought out.  He begins to eat, chewing long and hard, thinking and listening to the conversation, a subtle nod and smile to anyone that approaches.  

Soren nods back up to the rooftop and expresses his humble thanks, knowing better than to expect promises from ravens.  Still, any help is appreciated.

Re-entering the Blue Water Inn, the druid gratefully accepts a small portion of root vegetables and water if offered as he listens to Zefla speak.

Given a private moment, he speaks quietly to Zefla, Giles and Burr of his words with the ravens on the roof and their offer (but not promise) to possibly scout at least part of the way to the Wizard of Wines tomorrow.  He makes it clear that it is about as good as you can expect from such independent birds.

Another thought strikes his sleepy mind.  "Has Rictavio been around?" he asks Urwin curiously.

Urwin shakes his head at Soren.  "No.  It seems he departed today... even before I came to speak with the four of you.  He left a note thanking us for our hospitality, but he and his horse were gone when I rose this morning."

There is no sign of Danica or the Martikov children, and Urwin indicates he sent them to stay upstairs due to the instability of the crowd.  The handful of patrons remaining in the Blue Water eat their wolf and vegetables in relatively glum quiet.

Burr wanders to the door and stares outside eating his veggies with one hand....a winery tommorow,,,,,he'd never been to a winery....

Soren thanks Urwin and turns to the others, speaking quietly as he pokes at his plate of veggies.

"Does this seem strange to you?  I do not know city ways, but Rictavio was said to have laired here at the Blue Water Inn for weeks, and now without warning he departs the early morning after meeting us."  The druid finds that his mind is too worn out to make heads or tails of it and shrugs wearily.

"Do we have anything else to do tonight?  Otherwise, I will depart now to take shelter at Saint Andral's cathedral to (I hope) escape Morgantha ripping my dreams to shreds like mountain lion does to a mouse.  I believe Father Lucian spoke of nightly vigils, so perhaps I can at least catnap before they start, and move to a quiet corner once they start singing.  I hope to return here early in the morning so we can make good time to the winery."

If no one stops him, Soren moves to depart after finishing his light dinner, taking his leave and thanking Urwin on the way out.

Giles sits in contemplation at a table, nodding to Soren when he makes motions to leave.  “Hurry back in the morning, we should leave at first light.”  He glances around at the other patrons, “Before matters get out of hand here.   So much to do…”.  He grins to himself, rolling over the events of the day in his mind.  After dinner he would turn in early and plan for a good bit of sleep tonight, focusing on his spells and praying to Lady Tymora.  As ever, she seems to urge him to be bolder and riskier in his actions during his dream, he dreams of sneaking into the large castle on the hill and sinking his dagger into the foul being who rules this land, setting everyone free, being lifted up and carried through the town in triumph……

"Hmm... you're right about Rictavio.  Then again, maybe he left because of the wine?"  

Zefla fifinishes up her dinner, looks over to see if Urwin has anything else to say and if not, heads back up to the room she shared before with Giles (I think?).  His dreaming wakes her a few times in the night, but she is able to turn over and ignore it, though giggles at his rendition of "Long live Giles! Long live Giles!" he chants under his breath as he dreams.

Burr retires upstairs, he dreams of a pig farmer with tired eyes and gray flecked through her dark hair....when he wakes his loneliness has not abated as he dresses and heads downstairs.

Giles and Zefla, you both wake, if not exuberantly, at least feeling well rested and ready to tackle the long walk and unknown challenges of the day ahead.

Soren:

 Burr:

Burr Con Save- 13

Soren arises disoriented, as he always does when waking indoors.  But this time, both the sensation of being somewhere possibly different than where he went to sleep, and the obvious... digging under the altar, which has been moved with heavy, artificial means, he becomes quickly alarmed.  It takes him a moment of staring at the mess poleaxed before realizing that some kind of theft or desecration has likely occurred.

If here were more accustomed to "city ways", he might suspect that the culprit may be trying to frame him for the act, but that does not occur to him yet.

Planning to seek out Father Lucian immediately after, he first calls for Silvanus' guidance and looks for tracks or other telltale signs amidst the disturbed dirt that might indicate how many (and of what foot/shoe size) were involved in digging under the altar and in which direction they went.

Soren Survival plus Guidance:  12 + 2 = 14