Samson thanks the lizardman, and sits in the bed, finishing taking care of his viol. He plays a song on it to make sure it plays well, and the tune seems to bring up some sad memories. He stops quickly, says goodnight, and turns over to go to sleep.

Geoffrey listens to Fredrick's story with some interest, taking a long pull on his ale and wiping the foam from his mustache. "His blade shot lightening? That is not something you see everyday. No wonder Gorth fell. And 500 gold bounty is nothing to sneeze at." Geoffrey takes another pause and gazes off into the distance. "I may have chashed out of the Rose, but someone who can kill indiscriminately like that isn't someone I can let run around unchecked. Faeri only knows where this Red Hood got his abilities from and I'd like to know. Is there anything else that you can tell me before you pass out on this table? Anything that might help me find him?"

His gaze meets yours, there is a serious look in his eyes as he pushes the tankard in front of him aside. "No it didnt shoot lightening, it was MADE of lightening. like somethin out of one of those old Stories. The ones about Folks on a island fighting Devils and Gods." Fredrick nudges the other two legionnaires and they both slowly wake up. "He was last seen up in the Shallow step thicket, Rumors floatin about that he has made camp there for the time bein." Fredrick stands and takes your hand in his with a firm grip. "If ya plannin on goin after the ****er make sure ya got backup. Ye gunna need it. It was good catchin up Geoffrey but we best be off to bed, Got patrol duty in the mornin."  The other two Legionnaires stumble off to the stairs and slowly climb them, on the way to their respective rooms. 

The large individual who had entered not long ago walks to block Fredricks path. "Need a moment Legionnaire, Lets speak outside." Fredrick dosent object if anything he seems to insist, Like he was waiting for the Large man to talk to him. 

They both exit the Inn, out into the Snow storm hitting the small Village. You are left on your own Geoffrey.

Samson, the bed is rickety and not comfy in the slightest. The sheets feel slightly damp and the pillow is literally stuffed with Hay, its not pleasant but you do eventually drift off to sleep. Silas, the floor is surprisingly cozy. The heat from the Hearth seems to have warmed the Wooden boards and it quickly makes your eyes heavy.

Logan decides it would be a good time to get some rest after the soldiers began to disperse. He'll head up to his room as well.

Geoffrey sits for a moment as Fredrick's words sink in. He had always been a boaster, most soldiers were, but he was serious. "A sword made of lightening," he muttered wonderingly. If Fredrick hadn't been so serious, he would have assumed that he was lying. Making stuff up from the stories of the Island they had all heard. 

Slowly Geoffrey makes his way to the bar, grabbing the attention of one of the bar maids, "I need to pay up what I owe. Also, I'd appreciate a room for the night, but if none are available, would it be alright if I slept here in the common room?" 

Logan, the room is SMALL. Its like a bed was just put into a closet and the door had a number put on it. There is barely room to stand clear as you close the door. The Bed feels like it might give way under you as you lay down on it. The sheets are at least dry and somewhat warm. There is no pillow on the bed, just a empty pillow case. 

Geoffery, currently there is no one behind the bar to service you, catching one of the barmaids. The Older looking one, she gives you a pleasant smile. "Oh uh thats 2 copper for the ale sir, Unfortunately we dont have any rooms left to rent." She looks somewhat surprised at your offer to sleep in the Common area. "Um, I dont see why that would be a problem but you should ask Lou first. He's the large fellow with the long beard." She returns to gathering empty tankards. Most of the patrons are starting to leave the inns tavern, exiting out into the storm and making their way to their respective homes. There are a few who are passed out drunk on tables, ones on the floor.

The drummer by the Hearth has spent this entire time waiting for the flute player to return, The rotund young man is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Looking like he is about to doze off himself.

Geoffrey, the large man does not return for 2 long hours. By now every patron has left the Inn, The red headed barmaid and the barkeep are still wandering about but you are mostly left by yourself. Eventually your eyes become too heavy for you to keep them open and you drift off to sleep next to the low burning fire in the hearth.

You all awake the next morning, rested and in some cases a little sore from what you were sleeping on. Samson,Alethra,Logan,Silas and Clarity. You all come down over the stairs to the smell of a Burning bacon and eggs.

Geoffrey you awake next to the Hearth, the fire is now out and the coals are cold. Stretching you look about the common room and see only the Red head from before, She is busy preparing food on the potbelly behind the bar. A group of 5 individuals each take seats at the bar. 

Logan stretches out his arms and back a little before he takes a seat at the bar, "Best night rest I've had in a while"

Samson sits down, turns his head, and a loud crack from his neck is heard before he tells the group, "Silas took the floor, and I'm thinking he got the better bed. Anyway, breakfast then find out where these 11th Legionnaires are?" He nods to the man sitting by the fireplace. "He knew those soldiers from last night. Do you think he'd know where to go?"

Logan turns to look at the other guy, "Might. He was talking to them until they stumbled off last night."

Alethra drags herself from her bed and goes down to the tavern. She sits down and eats whatever breakfast they serve, listening to the conversation. "You raise a good point." She gets up to talk to Geoffrey, "Hi, hello, you probably remember me from the... shenanigans of last night. Um, do you know where the members of the 11th went?"

OOC: I made a discord. https://discord.gg/Fp36pR4

Alethra you have a hearty breakfast consisting of Burnt bacon and barely cooked Eggs. Triss is having a hard time cooking on the potbelly oven, She probably isn't the one who usually cooks breakfast but had to this morning for some reason. She serve's the last of you with your breakfast, flashes a smile and heads off into the storage room in search of something.

The Six of you are left alone in the Common area of the Inn. 

Sorry about disappearing yesterday, got called in early for work.))

Clarity slips into her seat and twists her upper body side to side, resulting in two pops of her spine. "He looked pretty friendly towards them. Maybe we can get him to come with us? More bodies, the better."

Silas remains mainly silent, monosyllabically ordering a little food.

Geoffrey stifles a yawn as the woman asks him where the members of the 11th went, "I don't know exactly where they are, but it won't be too hard to find out. Just ask around to any patrolling soldiers and they'd be able to direct you. Those drunk idiots from last night were from the 11th." Geoffrey scratches his beard as his stomach rumbles to the smell of cooking breakfast. "What are you looking for the 11th anyway?"

Geoffrey you would know it is common for the 11 legions to make their bases at different,strategic places somewhere on the Great Plains to the east, During times of peace. The Fact that Legionnaires of the 11th is in Doreth, Tells you that the 11th's base is no more then 2 days ride away at the most. 

Good choice on the Soldier background Cowboy, should really come in handy. 

Samson walks up at this point, and tells him about the wanted poster. "We're just looking for some information on where the Red Hood went, or even a direction. Right now, all we have is that he wears a red hood and killed a Captain. You wouldn't happen to know anything would you?" 

Geoffrey nods in response to Samson's question, "Aye. My drunken friend last night was apparently there when Red Hood killed the Captain. Know, Fredrick is a drunk who is prone to exaggeration, but I think he was right in detailing this Red Hood. He is dangerous. Dangerous enough to kill a Captain of the Blood Rose in the middle of the encampment and get away. Also, if Fredrick is to be believed, the Red Hood used a blade of lightening to strike down Gorth. Last Fredrick heard, he was holed up somewhere Shallow Step Thicket." 

Geoffrey pauses to eyeball the group, "If you all are going after him, count me in. You're gonna need all the help you can get to bring this bugger in, and I'm not going to be able to do it alone. If the 11th is in Gorath that means that there should be a forward operating base a couple days ride east towards the Great Plains. Maybe a little longer if we have to walk." 

"Well the whole reason we needed to talk to them was for the information you just gave us." Samson looks Geoffrey over. "You seem like you know your way around a fight, so what does everyone think?" Samson turns to the group by the bar. "Should he come with us?" 

Logan has been happily shoving whatever passes for breakfast in his face as he listens, "Cuts the reward down a bit.. but with this blade of lightning, or whatever it was, a little more help could be needed."

He glances between everyone, "Should we have an understanding of what everyone brings to the table?"