"Fresh trout for me...and white wine," requests Moravasti half-heartedly. Then the monk pulls one of his books from his pack and opens it momentarily before setting it aside. Looking at the others, he begins to explain the images of hatred and destruction that flooded into his mind when he attempted to communicate telepathically with the monster. 

"I fear that my psychic link was the final straw, friends, pushing the beast to cause the destruction we just witnessed." The sense of concern is obvious in the monk's face. Then, rhetorically, he asks, "What can be done now?"

"Fresh trout sounds good, as well as the ale." Vallineral says, placing his pack down by the table he has chosen. The elven man then carefully takes his double blade and props it beside his seat before reaching into his pocket to look for his money.

Anatol clearly thinks hard on the choices in front of him then shrugging decides to take the same thing .

"Same for me... please."  Then he adds " Would you happen to have baths and hot water ? "

"Excellent choice " he says to the party. When Vallineral moves his hand towards his coin purse Reginald raises his hand. " Please good sir. After what you've done today... " his tone is suddenly a little bit more serious. But his good mood returns inmediatly. "A good hot bath, for sure sir. Your orders will be here soon enough. If you need anything please call me. 

Just after a few seconds the maid, a young half-elf, come and serve them their drinks, and other round is served when the food arrives. Reginald and his staff, leave them privacy to talk but are ready to attend them with both care and respect. It seems that news travel fast in the city and they have made themselves a reputation. 

"So my friends. Do we join the caravan on the way back or do we go looking for the gnome's thief? Thief first then  we decide ?" 

Anatol looks at the others. 

"We made an agreement to locate this thief." Vallineral comments. "I intend to keep that promise."

"And I will aid you to that end," remarks Moravasti. "Preferably without a near-death experience in the process." 

Anatol looks at Vallineral. "I was just proposing our friends to tag along. I would never ask you to go against your word." 

"Regardless," Vallineral continues. "One needs to know when to rest and when to act. For now, we rest and eat. Once we have some stamina back, we can begin our search."

The rest of the evening is rather calm as they get their meals and rest. Some twonsfolk approaches the tavern and they can see that most of them speaks in whispers and look at them, one even pays them a round of beer, but they are left alone. 

( Let me know if you want to interact with someone. We can do that retrospectively if you want ) 

Next morning a hot breakfast consisting in eggs, spiced sausages and hot wine is served when they appear to have it by the always smiling Reginald. 

"Should I prepare your rooms for one more night? " he asks to them.

Anatol looks at the others than answers. 

"We have things to do in town so we ll probably stay one more night yes."

(how much is it for all of us for one night? Meals included?) 

(It's on the house for your bravery at the market as he said, well he didn't specify the market but... ) 

"Excellent! " says before going back to work at the kitchen.

What do you want to do? 

"I guess it is time to get down to business." Anatol says. Then turns to the other two.

"Are you coming?" 

Moravasti nods. "Indeed we are." He then casts a sideways glance at Jorunn to see how she responds to the fact that he just spoke on her behalf. 

OOC: So, what are your plans? 

"So what we need to do is find Telle and Treline, a couple of twin brothers."  Begins Anatol   "They seem to spend their nights at Theo's Tavern, in the Inner City district."

"We are either to follow them or get answers from them."

"You want to ask a few questions before going there ? Let's not reveal our hand though." 

"Indeed." Vallineral says, strapping his double blade upon his back. "I would also like to check on those who were injured in yesterday's event." He subconsciously lets his hand drift to the pouch that holds the crystal.

(Vallineral's plan is to go to the temples to check on the wounded from yesterday before spending some time getting used to the layout of the city and perhaps getting some info on their targets.)

"Yes we have all day before we go look for the twins so you ll have time" 

Asking Reginald for directions the walk across the streets towards the Inner City towards the Temple. There were activity on the streets, but not as much as the previous day. The festivities had stopped and even if there were still merchants selling their products the people just went quickly to do their bussines. The party couldn't say if it was due to the events of the past day or because the drop in temperature that they all experience as soon as they leave the Pig. 

The sky is clear blue, but the temperature had dropped several degrees. There was still a cover of white frost over the mud in the streets were no one had steeped yet. 

At the arrival at the Temple, a sober stone building, built in the shape of a nine peak star, with a round tower in each of it's peaks that serves as a temple for each one of the main deities of the Host. Some vassals ( as their followers are called ) enter and exit the Temple attending their own bussines and when you ask you are headed to the tower of Asklepia, the Godness of Healing inside the Host faith, and to ask for Brother Klithus. 

After crossing the center chamber of the Temple, wich has a cristal dome that let the sun enter it, iluminating a floating symbol of the Host, made of platinum, silver and gold, that floats over their heads, they reach the tower and find such cleric. Brother Klithus appears to be an old man in his late sixties, fit and with his head shaved. He salutes them and goes

"How may I help you today? " his voice is soft and he looks at them with clear green eyes.

Anatol stays outside trying to hide among the throng of peoole. And waits for the others.

He wants to know if they are being followed.