Ember pulls her arm off the guy & backs 10 ft away, fast.  She gesticulates in "one hand - other hand" expressions as she speaks.

"Dude, STOP!  LISTEN to yourself!  Did your father run the tavern or the "master"?  If your father has been in the tower all day was that the "master" at the bar?  When the "master" gave "US" these powers, did he also give YOU the power to turn grey & cast blood sucking spells?  Why in the names of ALL the Gods do you think the architect of the Cannibal Cafe would help himself to anything but chunks of our flesh?  Including YOURS, considering what he did to your dad.  IF THIS GUY SHOWS UP AND SAYS "KILL THESE PEOPLE AND FEED ME THEIR FLESH!" WILL YOU SAY "YES MASTER"?  Give me a second..."

She sighs & rubs her temples for a headache.  

"I'm sorry, but so far the ONLY confirmed honest "people" we've met are the monsters who admitted they wanted to kill us.  Everyone else has betrayed us so we are NOT in a trusting mood.  I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt that you're just flustered by exploding clerics and dead dads and everything you knew was a lie.  But that means tying you up overnight instead of roaming free to cut our throats.  Instead of outright killing you.   I hope you understand.

And guys, we should be sure every door & window is locked & barricaded before we rest.  Gods, I havent had a headache this bad since my magic first manifested."

"Does this Master have a name? I can't help but draw similarity to what the leader of those beasts hunting us earlier was saying. They referred to a master too. And I wouldn't want to assume that these masters are different people"

"My Master has been in his labratory all day. My father is skilled at conjuring, and is adept at making illusions of himself. Allows him to be at the tavern and doorkeep for the tower.

My master gave me my powers for a reason, and I have complete trust that he will guide us too our hearts desire. I'm sorry that you've been betrayed, but I swear I'm trustworthy.

As for any beasts, I have no clue what you're talking about. You mean the creatures that prowl the woods at night? Did they attack you? Oh dear, I will have to..." The Cloaked Figure trails off.

"Yeah, here comes the attack.  TAKE COVER!",  Ember says as she takes cover behind the desk.

Nothing happens. The room is still and silent for a moment

The Cloaked Figure looks at Ember, and chuckles a little "My dear, I have no intention of harming you. I was saying I will have to inform my master that the beasts are running rampant, attacking travelers, and we will need to deal with the problem for the well-being of the town. Possibly, the Master might hire you to exterminate the threat. He pays quite well, both in gold and knowledge. Now, can we please bed down for the night, I am sure it has been a long day for all of you, and we need our strength.

If you guys want to take a rest, don't worry about watches, just as long as you acknowledge that someone is keeping a lookout for at least part of the time,

Motioning for the party to huddle & talk.

"Lock ourselves in 1 room & one of us keeps watch?  Honestly, I don't see any other option with both the monsters outside the wall and the townsfolk inside trying to kill us."

Beshlog has an idea...

"I have a spell that will safeguard us for the night," he says. "That said... I think our friend here can sleep outside of the dome of force... I think that's a fair compromise between giving him our full trust and leaving a potential ally tied to a chair overnight as Ember suggested."

"Sounds good to me.  Um.  Not to be morbid but does anyone see pieces of Emelia left.  For a funeral?"  

(OOC: And is the dead grey guy still here or did he dissappear like an illusion?)

Perception 25  -To see the corpse and the pieces.

The Grey Man's body is still there, covered in blood and charred, but it is still there. 

No pieces of Emilia remain, her body having disintegrated, and the ashes floating up to the heavens

Do you propose your idea to the cloaked figure?

Yes, Beshlog will go ahead and tell the cloaked figure how he plans to deal with the situation. If the cloaked man objects, he'll point out 1) Ember's plan sucks a lot more for him, and 2) the party literally got betrayed by a freaking rodent.

"Fair enough. We won't be attacked tonight, I'm sure of it, but if it makes it easier for you to sleep, I am fine with that" With that, the Cloaked Figure wanders a bit away, giving Beshlog roo to cast his spell. Sitting down, he reclines himself in the chair of the Grey Man, and tears spring to his eyes briefly, presumably remembering how his father use to sit in this chair.

Anyone need to do anything else before the rest begins?

(How much of Dad's corpse is left?  Is his face intact to the point Ember could offer to close his eyes?)

"Um.  Do you want any help with your dad?  I've got holy water if you want to pour it on him.  A blanket to cover him?  Help move him to another room?  Your call on what would make it easier for you to deal with the situation."

(did any of Emilia's belongings remain if not her body? Maybe her holy symbol? This is for purposes of a mini burial/tombstone reminder, not for wanting to loot the corpse).

"I can call on some animals to help dig a grave if you want to bury your dad before we sleep."

The Cloaked Figure looks at the party "That will not be necessary. My people have our own funerary rites, and we do not have time to perform them. We should all rest for now" With that, they walk off, leaving you there. They walk through the door, presumably to keep guard.

Now, are you ready to rest?

Yes, we're ready to rest now

Beshlog, do you cast Tiny Hut?

Yes, as a ritual.

Beshlog invokes hisa arcane power, twisting the weave into a structure that will keep the party safe

With that, you all fall asleep

Everybody gets a long rest!

Sometime in the morning, you awaken to an odd sound, a sort of groaning coming from the walls. Suddenly, the floor beneath you begins to heave and convulse

"Well, at least they let us rest before trying to kill us."

The room pulses and moves, quacking more and more violently. You are knocked to the floor, and the room begins to spin, faster and faster, until all is still.

Nothing happens for a split second, and then the Cloaked Figure rushes into the room, pulling on their cloak. As they do so, you catch a glimpse of green swirling designs on a pale, bald head.

But before you can see more, the harried Cloaked Figure addresses you "We need to go now. Things are about to get hectic!"

With that, they turn and run for the door, stopping for a second at the threshold to become you along.