Iólinder will focus on getting sleep and getting better... Unless something is an emergency.
He assumes they will be heading out soon, moving the assault on this town to the top of the priority list.
"How much for the map? I'm not going to remember all that in my current state?" Iólinder asks the half-orc as he rises and prepares to find a place to rest.
Lira will find a quiet area in the inn to perform the ritual for find familiar, summoning a snowy owl. She sends it to perch on the inn's roof and alert them if enemies approach during the night.
Vydar stays uncharacteristically quiet as the others converse with the townsfolk. Mention of the fire wizard sparks his interest, perhaps he can stea--- learn some of the man's spells. He continues listening as he eats his stew. He doesn't show it, but he's glad Iolinder and Amdaeng seemed to receive healing without any problems. Though he feels like these people are far to trusting in giving them aid, how do they know he and his party will actually follow through with helping the town? Not that he would just ignore the problem, especially after his group promised to help them... but these people are clearly desperate, and he can't help but feel like the actions of him and his party are partially to blame for it. Why the enemy would target one specific girl is quite odd though.
Finishing up his food and drink, he gets up and heads of to wherever his room is.
everyone retires for the evening, some not having the strength to put up much of a fight.
(For Lira)
your owl wakes you up at midnight.
There are huge wolf like creatures roaming the streets. Moon Dogs are immense, mystical beings that resemble towering arctic wolves, standing over 8 feet tall at the shoulder when on all fours, and reaching even greater heights when rearing up. Covered in thick pale-grey to snow-white fur, they blend seamlessly with frozen landscapes.
Lira pets the owl, whispering a words of thanks. She knows that the others are still recovering and need their rest; even at full strength, taking on many of the wolf-like creatures could turn deadly. She lets the owl stay inside the rest of the night.
Most get a sort of restless sleep. At one point, some are roused by distant noises, screams and yells but are too exhausted from the cold, illness, and long travel in the mountains. the bed assigned for Morric is unslept in. He mentioned something about helping the night watch. It seems he has not yet returned. Iolinder and Amdaeng are fully recovered but both have a headache.
the smell of breakfast and the noises of early risers can be heard in the common room below.
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Iólinder will focus on getting sleep and getting better... Unless something is an emergency.
He assumes they will be heading out soon, moving the assault on this town to the top of the priority list.
"How much for the map? I'm not going to remember all that in my current state?" Iólinder asks the half-orc as he rises and prepares to find a place to rest.
“Hum, I’ve grown quite fond of this town. If you help the people here, your doing them a great service. If you bring it back, I’ll loan it to ya.”
"a trade then." Iólinder will remove the scale mail her no longer wears from his pack.
"Perhaps this will be of use here protecting the people while we're gone?
Lira will find a quiet area in the inn to perform the ritual for find familiar, summoning a snowy owl. She sends it to perch on the inn's roof and alert them if enemies approach during the night.
Vydar stays uncharacteristically quiet as the others converse with the townsfolk. Mention of the fire wizard sparks his interest, perhaps he can stea--- learn some of the man's spells. He continues listening as he eats his stew. He doesn't show it, but he's glad Iolinder and Amdaeng seemed to receive healing without any problems. Though he feels like these people are far to trusting in giving them aid, how do they know he and his party will actually follow through with helping the town? Not that he would just ignore the problem, especially after his group promised to help them... but these people are clearly desperate, and he can't help but feel like the actions of him and his party are partially to blame for it. Why the enemy would target one specific girl is quite odd though.
Finishing up his food and drink, he gets up and heads of to wherever his room is.
everyone retires for the evening, some not having the strength to put up much of a fight.
(For Lira)
your owl wakes you up at midnight.
There are huge wolf like creatures roaming the streets.
Moon Dogs are immense, mystical beings that resemble towering arctic wolves, standing over 8 feet tall at the shoulder when on all fours, and reaching even greater heights when rearing up. Covered in thick pale-grey to snow-white fur, they blend seamlessly with frozen landscapes.
Lira pets the owl, whispering a words of thanks. She knows that the others are still recovering and need their rest; even at full strength, taking on many of the wolf-like creatures could turn deadly. She lets the owl stay inside the rest of the night.
Amdaeng sleeps as much as she can, thinking there is not much chance of finding a safe place to rest in Blacksand.
Most get a sort of restless sleep. At one point, some are roused by distant noises, screams and yells but are too exhausted from the cold, illness, and long travel in the mountains.
the bed assigned for Morric is unslept in. He mentioned something about helping the night watch. It seems he has not yet returned.
Iolinder and Amdaeng are fully recovered but both have a headache.
the smell of breakfast and the noises of early risers can be heard in the common room below.