Fargrim is quiet for a moment, thinking about the family. "Yes... it's very concerning. We're concerned as well... Meantime, do you think you have an appropriate final resting place for his poor child, so that we may retrieve his remains to be given to his mother? Though for obvious reasons, we may want to suggest the casket remain closed."

The undertaker nods in response. "I have a few empty places in the crypt below. I can place them there for now until you are able to find Andrew. Otherwise, I advise we take care of them without telling the mother. Would that work for you, From what you described, there isn't much concern of the remains degrading too much in the meantime?"

Teller looks at Alan, "Interesting, do you not have a team name?"

"Come on, man. We're the League of Improbable Adventurers. Pretty sure there's a big sign outside." Alan said, gesturing to the outside. He was finally slowing down with his breakfast, having eaten an inordinate amount of sausage.

"Then we shall safeguard the remains in your crypts until we find Andrew. Could you send a courier to pick up the remains at the League of Improbable Adventurers in two hours time? I'm sure our benefactor would be willing to compensate your business for your time and effort on the behalf of this poor family."

The undertaker looks back and forth between the two of you. "I have an errand in the market when this funeral is over and I will stop by personally to collect them after. I would prefer to ensure they are properly taken care of. He was a very sweet little boy."

"If you come across Andrew in the mean time please let me know that we will be searching for him. If he has not already seen us please have him notify the League so we know of his safety. Thank you for your time today, may the Sun shine upon your deeds."

"I was simply curious if the people you specifically worked with referred to yourselves as anything else, I like to be as specific as I can." Teller says. He returns to his book, and looks as if he is either making corrections in his writing, or writing further. "When do you think they will return?"

Excusing himself, Fargrim heads off (presumably with Solastor) to the League, heading directly back to his room where the remains are stored, where he will cast Ceremony as a ritual, collecting the bones together and binding them along with his old axe in a tight bundle to be placed in the crypt.

Taking the bundle with him into the entryway and finding a place to seat himself, Fargrim attunes to the Axe of Retribution, praying aloud in Dwarven as a blessing to the new weapon and the damnation it will bring to enemies.

"No idea. I don't even know where they are. They'll turn up some point, I'm sure." Alan said with a nod. 

"Though now that you mention it, the name is a bit unfitting. I mean, it might fit the others, but me? Improbable? I'm a legend! It makes sense for me to be an adventurer. Maybe it's just improbable that I would be with amateurs... That could be it..." Alan muses.

Solastor assists Fargrim with the remains and the Ceremony. While Fargrim prays with his axe, he will go out and sit in the Sun.

"Well, if you are a 'legend' what other adventures and exploits have you done?" Teller replies intrigued. "And Miss Highdale, if I may ask, what did you do before joining?"

"Well, we'd be here for a month straight if I told all my stories! But I'll give you some highlights." Alan says with a gleam in his eye.

He goes on to embellish a number of his past adventuring and hunting exploits before completely fabricating stories about taking down giants, elementals, demons, and the like. He was incredibly enthusiastic and very detailed about all of the accounts. 

Teller writes down everything Alan claims, with equal excitement; unaware of whether the stories are factual or not.

"Oh well not much; me and my brother were street performers, but we ended up needing a change of scenery recently. I heard about the group and thought about trying to join; a chance at fortune and adventure was just what I needed I think."

In the interest of moving things along....

Solastor, Fargrim, and Arynn arrive back at the guild around the same time and find Alan sitting around the table with two unknown figures. It appears they are getting along very well and you can hear Alan telling what could best be described as "tall tales." Your other companions as of yet have not appeared but as you walk through the main hall a folded paper can be seen leaning against a silver candlestick next to the doorway to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. 

OoC: Are we going to assume our errands are either completed off screen or have already occurred? I'm just gonna work off that assumption, because I'm right with you on wanting to continue.

Fargrim makes a beeline for the dwarven ale, pulling up a chair with Alan and the newcomers. "New recruits, eh? What sort of lies are you telling them, Alan? Don't believe a word he says; man is excellent in battle but has a forked tongue. I'm Fargrim of the Ironfist clan. It would be a pleasure to meet you all if it weren't for these dark times." Fargrim takes a deep swig of his ale, muttering under his breath something about 'damnedable vampires', not realizing that this would simply feed back into the tall tales Alan had been feeding the new recruits. Feeling a little more comfortable with some ale in his belly after the depressing business of the morning, he makes short introductions with each of the new recruits before asking, "Has anyone checked the message by the candlestick over there yet?"

Grabbing it, he returns and shares the contents with the rest of the party.

Solastor nods in acknowledgment of the new recruits and heads outside for a short while before returning and seating himself at the table with them. "Well met friends, I am Solastor. I hail from the Northern country of Lordran and came here following the guidance of Odur while I seek my own light. It is good to see more allies to co-operate with us. Our last encounter has not left us brimming with confidence."

With a combination of excitement at new faces and confusion at the mention of 'tall tales' Teller introduces himself to the new faces. "Oh, um hello! I am Many Stories, but you may call me Teller. I am a traveling historian, with a few arcane talents," Teller struggles to find words through his confusion. "I am sorry, what do you mean 'tall tales'? And what happened that is so dark?" Teller closes his book and puts his writing tools away. He would like to do an insight check on Fargrim, having naturally believed Alan, to determine if he is pulling Teller's leg about them being fictitious or if Alan was truthful. Insight: 6

 The halfling peers around at all the other new faces in the room. "So you lot are the others Alan has told us about. My name is Avery. Nice to meet you all. So you said something about a message by the door?"