6 takes up a post in a nearby corner so as to be out of the way. When the room divisions come up 6 puffs some steam and a familiar clicking begins.

"click *click 

I do not need a room. I will stand guard in the hall.

Tymm tries to stifle a giggle at Aria's handling of the spicy food.  It's kind of adorable.  To prevent himself from blushing yet again, he turns his mind to more practical matters.  He scans the common room.  He's looking for other adventurous looking individuals that could also be at the star, anyone who could be a threat to his group, or even anyone that is paying unusually close attention to his group

Perception: 11

Rellia: finally turns to Richie with a pointed glare, and says gruffly. "I am fine."

Aria continues handling her food as best she can. She looks at 6 and his display, then says "oh yes! I forgot one of you was a mechanist. My apologies. Maybe rellia can have the last room? I know you would prefer that." Rellia nods "yeah that works for me."

Tymm: notices nothing unusual, he sees a few people watching them in the shadows. But nobody conspicuous. Only your average stalkers.

(Klaes waits patiently for his bordeux wine and meal.)

Richie looks at her with a knowing smile. He alternates between his meal, and observing his surroundings. He's decided, as per his conversation with 6, to not recon this night in town. But as a Twilight Cleric, he's still drawn to the night, so some enjoying the night before bed will do his spirit good. Maybe he'll find a place to commune with the spirits for guidance, to help him refocus.

All seems rather well for the time you stay in the tavern. You finish your meals and drinks, then head up to bed.

As promised the tavern keep shows each of you to your rooms. They are very comfortable, straw beds with this sheets, a cool blanket that works in the warm air. A single window, left open, let's in a refreshing draft from outside.

6 stays downstairs watching for unfavorable stalkers or other nefarious villains. His mechanical eyes pick up no sign of anyone out of the ordinary, for now.

6 goes into sentinel rest mode.  The process starts with 6's box shaped legs moving out horizontally until positioned on either side of the barrel.The mechanists barrel torso then begins to lower on their legs.  First the lower leg disappears up into the thigh then the thigh slides up along the torso. The barrel settles flat on the ground. Their shield slides around and down the left arm from its storage position. Both arms rotate forward atthe shoulder so they can tuck un behind the shield.  At casual glance it would appear as if 6 was simply a barrel with a shield leaning up against it. An upside down bucket rests on top of the barrel and some boxes are stacked beside. Closer inspection would reveal steel bands re-inforce the wooden frame. On top of the barrel, leaning up against the bucket looks like a wooden bowl. But again, closer inspection reveals that the bowl actually houses a lens.  

6 remains in this position until roused in the morning. During this time all manner of soft gurgles, clicks s rapes and pops can be heard eminating faintly from inside 6bas they replenish and repair damage 

Richie heads to the window, to look out as the darkness comes. He has gained many gifts, since becoming a Twilight Cleric, and the optimal 300 feet DarkVision comes in handy, many times. Now, he uses it for a cursory inspection of the town.

As he looks, his mind begins to wander, and drift back to his earlier musings. He's sure he heard a voice, or maybe it was another Cleric gift, and one, or more, spirits, were trying to communicate with him. He feels impatient at making some sort of progress, but tempers it with experience in knowing that he must act carefully, lest he bring about misfortune...

That's a large part of what has led him here. His impatience to progress in the order...his missing sons...he feels a mixture of sadness, and anxiety for them. He sits on the bed, to meditate, and get his feelings balanced, so that he can be useful with his party, and to reach his end goals.

(Loved 6’s Sentinel Mode)

Klaes grumbled his way up to his room. He didn’t even tip the tavern keeper for he was not served his meal. He was looking forward for the Bourdeux wine, but alas. He inspects his room and finds it acceptable, for he realizes that they are after all in a very small town. He notices that Richie is looking out of the open window. “I would not do that if I were you. Evil spirits comes in at night through uninvited places like that kopang.” He realizes that he’s far from home, but old habits are hard to lose.

Tymm bids good night to the ladies and finds his way to his room. He crashes onto the bed and passes out almost instantly. Pleasant dreams find him during the night and his snoring can be heard throughout the whole rest of the inn

The night passes without incident. The next morning the first to wake up is (next Post)

They find rellia sitting at a table, staring out the window, she sighs and drinks from a mug.

6 comes out of sentry mode the reverse of how they went in. As their torso rises to it's natural height a low pitched creak can be heard. If one didn't know better one might have thought it was a groan. 

Once fully upright 6's bucket shaped head rotates around. The bowl shaped housing reveals a lens covering an iris. 6's eye spots Rellia sitting by herself. They walk towards her, their boxy legs articulating at knee and ankle joints to propel them forward. Stopping besides Rellias table, 6 releases a couple puffs of steam followed by the expected clicking of the tiles on their communication board. 

*click*click

Greetings. We should procure a wagon or some type of conveyance. It will be more efficient. 

After a night no incident happens, and his dark vision didn't reveal anything, Richie awakens. He's grateful for the plugs a friend gave him for when there's some explosions, some magical, and some not.

As he meets up with the party, he sees Klaes.

"Thank you for the warning of concern, my friend, last night. I felt Tymm was making the inn lively enough with his snoring, so waited for the morning to reply.

As a Twilight Cleric, albeit new, we work to make the night less frightening. Part of that includes being aware of the spirits that we Clerics can commune with, safely, and the Evil Spirit you mentioned. After checking, I made sure I had all the proper protections to prevent any unwanted guests."

"Rellia? Something happen?"

Tymm is a light sleeper and always on alert when he’s on the road. In a soft bed though, he is going to continue to sleep contently until someone comes to get him. He’s sleeping quite soundly so it may take some effort, something very loud, or some other creative tactic to rouse the big guy

“Guud man.” Klaes replies to Richie. “Do keep the evil ones away.” After dressing up impeccably, as he always does, he notices Tymm still sleeping. “Come on Kopeng. Time to rise and shine. We should get moving.”

Rellia: nods to 6 "your right. I'll talk to Aria about paying for it. She should have enough. She brought several bags of coins." She turns back to the window and answers Richie without looking "I am fine. Thank you for the concern half-breed." She then bites her lip and looks at him "sorry. I am grateful for the concern. But there is no need." And looks away.

Aria: peeks in on Tymms snores. Then yells "hey sleepy head! It's morning!" Showing off a more mischievous, prankster side as she throws a bag of water at his face.

Kerrifeem: stumbles out of her and Arias room rubbing her eyes roughly.

"Of course, my friend. There's a difference between a Cleric, or a Paladin, battling evil spirits, and being foolish enough to invite them in. I know, at this point in my career, my level of foolishness would compete with how loud Tymm's snoring was, if I was to try to battle most evil spirits that some would haphazardly summon."

He then turns his attention to the elf woman.

"Excuse me, Rellia. I often get confused as being a 'half elf,' and maybe, way back in my bloodline, I have some mixture. But for all intents and purposes, I am human, though perhaps a sort of 'variant.' Of course, there are some who may not entirely be found of humans, either," and he pointedly, but briefly, glances in Kerrifeem's direction.

"I am a Cleric, so one may say it is part of my job to be concerned about those I travel with, especially those I have helped to heal. However, I'm not so daft as to pry into personal matters unwelcome, m'lady. That would not be showing care, for either a patient, nor a lady," Richie concludes, with a slight nod of his head.

Tymm wakes with a start as the bag of water explodes in his face and accidently snorts a significant bit of it up his nose.  He tries to rise in a hurry but loses his balance and hits the floor hard enough to shake the whole inn.  He's angry only as long as it takes to realize who it was that threw the water.  He looks at Aria and gives her a mischievous smile.  "You don't know what you've started little lady.  You'd best sleep with one eye open..." He gives her a wink letting know that he's (mostly) kidding around.  He shakes the remaining water from his head, grabs his gear, and heads down to the common room with the others.  "What's for breakfast?" he asks to no one in particular.

Klaes was about to say something about the bag of water, but seen that Tymm did not mind at all, he let it be. “Children…” he thinks to himself. He keeps his distance from the girls at any rate.

He goes down hoping for some, hopefully, decent breakfast. For the poor Bard slept with his stomach grumbling after not being served food, and the wine he requested.

A hardy breakfast of veggie and meat filled omelette is served, with a gravy and barely spicy veggie sauce.

Aria giggles at tymm and follows him downstairs.

Rellia looks down at the floor and simply nods to Richie.

Kerrifeem plops down on a chair, still mostly asleep.