"Hmm," Avery hums, looking up at the feline.

"Oh, you know, adventure and treasure and all that stuff. No different then any one else here I assume."

Teller nods at Avery's reply, and immediately takes out his book. As he walks with them he begins writing something in his book. He pokes the man before him, guiding them towards breakfast, "What about you, my crossbow wielding friend? What is your name and why did you join the guild?"

(It's daytime, right? I was hoping that the vampire would be a little reactant to his cover going away and sunlight being there. Sad times...)

(it is daytime but not all Vampires are vulnerable to sunlight to the same extent)

After waiting a second for Solastor to say something,  Fargrim begins, "I'm sure you've heard word around town of the fate of the gatekeeper, Andrews, child. It's a terrible tragedy... Solastor and I were part of the party who rescued the other two children, and we have since secured the remains of the third. Given his terrible fate, it would not be right to present him to his mother as we found him, but we wish to make sure that his bones are laid to rest... Especially in these times where dead loved ones are rising from the grave as unholy abominations. As clerics, we have the magic and resources to make sure that his transition to the afterlife is smoothed, but we were hoping you might be able to help with securing a coffin and, perhaps, making arrangements with the mother."

OoC: Solastor is probably better for the talking, drebensd, since I'm a dwarf. Just getting us started for times sake.

"Well. I'm Alan Quatermain. A bit of a legend back home. Came out here to get a bit more recognition where it counts, you know? Also, becoming something like Lord Hightower would be a nice bonus. Been at this thing for only a day and I've already gone up against some pretty nasty stuff. And none of us died. Crazy, huh?" Alan said, digging into breakfast again and popping sausages in his mouth around a lengthy tale of all the things they had gone up against. If things were embellished, it was just because they made a better story.

The undertaker looks at you with a hint of surprise and compassion. "I can respect what you are trying to do. However, I do not wish to deal with Andrew's wife. She is often a bit... shall we say, unhinged? I can help you but I think it would be best to work with Andrew himself to take care of the final arrangements for his son." He then picks up a small book and flips through a few pages and then mumbles a little. "What state are the remains in? that will determine what type of box I will need to arrange for the unfortunate boy." He then looks up expectantly.

Teller sets his book down on the table, sips a cup of milk, and eagerly writes down everything Alan says; word for word. He only stops writing to clarify details of the story he might find confusing. "Fascinating."

Avery piles her plate high and begins stuffing her face with sausage and eggs.

"Mmm. Sooo good." She mumbles, swallowing a mouthful of food.

"Hey so, Alan. Earlier you said you were the only one here. Who else is there?"

Teller notices her plate, does a double take at the place where the food is being served, gives a small look like he is making a hard choice. He looks back at Alan, patiently waiting to write more of his stories.

"Oh, the other guys? I dunno. I think they left before I got up. Probably dealing with the family. You know, the one with the dead father and son. You probably can't tell, but I'm really not that great in delicate social situations," Alan says to the halfling. As he looks at the catman staring at him ready to write, Alan continues his story. "Ah, but the vampire was the best. Did I tell you how I jumped on his shoulders and fired bolts into its head?" Alan continues his account of the previous day in between bites, happy to have an engaged audience.

Teller looks like a child on Christmas morning, eyes focused on Alan's. He mouths the word 'vampire' in excitement. He takes a drink of milk again, and writes feverishly.

"Unfortunately we recovered only the bones of the child. We would wish to talk with Andrew but have been unable to locate him, even searching the graveyard last night. Have you seen him around today or know of another place we might be able to find him? We will talk with the family. I am from a distant land and my have different customs. Are there any sayings or observances common among the locals here?"

Arynn will let the vampire continue to walk off. "This isn't over, vampire." He calls out. Once it seems like he has walked a decent way, he'll continue to follow again, attempting to be quiet.

Stealth: 23

(I'm going to be on holiday for a week, so posting will be sporadic at best.)

The undertaker gets a concerned look when you mention that Andrew seems to be missing. He then listens to the rest of what you had to say before speaking. "I can handle the customs and rituals, But do not tell Andrew's wife that he is missing. It could be very bad if she is told. Trust me when I say she is a bit... unhinged at times. Andrew loves her very much but honestly he married her because no other woman was interested in a man who make a living digging graves and handling copses."

Arynn, You silently follow the Vampire but after a block it turns to vapor in a side ally and disappears into the sewers through a metal grating. This is in the middle of the residential district. 

"Hey so Alan, what do we do next? I mean this is a league of adventurers right? Do we go out a seek adventure or do we just wait here til someone needs us?" Avery asks after she finishes her meal.

Alan stops in his storytelling and pauses. "Well, we sort of have a mission right now. I'm betting we'll get back to it once the others come back. You guys can come with us, I guess."

Teller stops his writing, "May we? I would most certainly appreciate accompanying you and your team. After all, I have started my most recent volume on you and your team. Speaking of, what do you call your team?" He finishes his milk, and looks at his compatriots with excitement. 

"Mostly by their names. I sometimes call the dwarf shorty, hairy, or fuzzy. Something like that." Alan says, eye twinkling.