"Aye, Toblen. May Moradin protect you."

OoC: Ordrin will accept the lodging and sleep the night unless some narrative occurs first.

OoC: Same here. Need a nice long rest!

(Welp, I was looking foward to using Disguise Self for once, (or either of Leo's spells from the firbolg race, really) but I guess I'll have to leave it for later.)

While Leo is passing through to get inside, he gives a genuine smile with a nod, acknowledging the risk Toblen was going through even by simply letting them sleep there, but still in his quiet and calm attitude.

Delta gives the man an earnest look and a soft “Thank you”

So we all hit the sack until morning then?

OoC: I think so! Sooner we hit the hay the sooner we can go knock some more Redbrand heads...

Nothing exciting happens overnight 

Anton rises early with the sun, out of habit and also because he abstained from the revelry of the night before. Walking down the hallway of the inn he takes in the quiet while most of the guests are still in their beds, finding that it refreshes his mind as much or even more than a good night's sleep to have these moments to himself. He looks for an out of the way spot to do some stretches and pushups and then heads down to the tavern area in search of some coffee and food.

Delta wakes relatively early and heads down Laiken on shoulder, expecting to have the area at least mostly to herself. She startles as she sees Anton has beaten her down. She given a little smile that makes it clear that she’s impressed that he made it down before her before beginning to search for someone to ask for an early meal that she could take to her room.

"Grnnph," Ordrin says, eyes closed, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth. "No, no," he murmurs. "No, mum, not me chin hairs, mum. Not me chin hairs! No, mum, me toenails are fine, mum. No!" he screams, bolting upright. Heart racing, he feels for his whispy beard, checks his toes. Just a bad dream.
Ten minutes later, Ordrin is sitting quietly, reading from Gutter Peak's Tome of the Mountain God. The stillness punctuated only by his faint whispers and the occasional fart.
Five minutes after that, Ordrin is puttering around the room, organizing his travel pack, scrubbing his teeth with pig's hide, doing a few knee lifts, some squats, tightening the straps on his pack. As he does so he finds Firnat's travel log, which he pulled from the snow when he had almost given up his frantic, fruitless search for her. He looks at its water stained binding for many seconds, than carefully removes it from the pack, slips the band off the pages and opens it to the beginning. 'Day 1. The air is unseasonably mild. Birds have climbed the mountain early this year and dart and swoop through the pass. The snows' melt has begun...'
"Dracht!" Ordrin slams the journal closed to cast the pain from his chest. Then Thornton's words come back to his ears - I did see your friend - and a slight smile dawns on his face. Ordrin finishes his preparations and heads out to find the others.

Rin is the last one to come down.  He slept curled up in his bed with his tail occasionally whipping up and down.

When he wakes, he shields his eyes from the sun and lets out a low groan, "Oh Lliira, my head..."

He heads downstairs, looking like maybe the two ales he had were two too many.  "Good morning friends, we really partied hard last night, did we not? Fighting bad guys and TWO whole ales for me!  I am a, uhm, a party animal!" he says and flashes a big smile that quickly turns into a grimace as he puts a hand to his head.

"What is next?"

Toblen greets you all with a smile.  

"Here's a quick meal for you, on the house for your kind work dealing with those fools.  I'd eat it quick and sneak out the back again, if ye don't mind"

OoC: "TWO whole ales!" Love it.

"Understood, thank you," Anton says, eagerly eyeing the simple meal that Toblen is placing down before them. As he begins eating he says to the group, "So. What's our plan? To ... Tresendar Manor was it? To continue what we started last night and dispose of this Glasstaff character?"

"Aye," says Ordrin, food nearly spilling out of his mouth, "if that's the only way to find Gundren."

"Thank you Toblen for these fine foods.  We'll eat and be on our way.  Can you tell us anything about Tresandar Manor?"

"Not much lads. It's more castle than House really. It's that big elaborate building on the east edge of town. Been abandoned for years till Glasstaff and the damn Redbrands moved in."

Ordrin shoves two spoonfuls into his mouth and chomps noisily as he talks, seeming only half interested. "Is there only one way in or perhaps there's a back door?"

Update coming this afternoon -- Edit: Work nuked my world. I'll get it in tonight.

No sweat. Thanks for the update.

Toblen starts to reply. "Well, not that I know of...." when a young voice interrupts him.

"Da, Carp said he found a secret tunnel in the woods on the east side, but Redbrands almost caught him. Maybe it takes ye into tha manor?"

"Pip, lad, watch yer manners or mom 'ill belt ya. Sorry friends, the boy knows better usually. The Alderleaf boy, Carp, is a scamp but I dun think he'd like to Pip about that. Pip, did Carp show you where? Speak truth boy, no punishments even tho ye know not to be doing things like that."

"Sorry Da", the boy says morosely. "It's off in the bushes an acre or so from the manor."