Sitting with Baxthon is the Guardian, surrounded by a few empty mugs.

Panavor, you hear some people talking about it, but its more rumours than anything. (Did you hear what the Guardian did to the zombies? So cool! We won't have to worry about them any more!)

Fang upon entering and seeing the guardian is immediately gonna call out, "Goldy! You're alive!" He then speeds over and sits on the other side of him, across from Baxthon, but not before grabbing a plate of food. Dropping down into his seat, he eagerly looks to his two 'friends', "Bax and I were gonna go help you, but no one was able to, but from the looks of it, you came out okay! So there was no need to worry!" He's beaming, happy to see that the guardian looks okay

''The zombie attack is not yet over, there are still some left on the other side of the city.'' As he turns his head to look at you, he grunts in pain, then places his hand on his chest, where it glows for a few seconds.

Once Esfira has joined the rest and had her breakfast, Daeron will address the rest of the group. "The blacksmith we did a job for yesterday should have a suit of armor ready for us. Regardless of whether we choose to fight the zombies or get more metal from Goblins, we should get that first. It will ensure that at least one of us isn't running around naked. I also would like to know if anyone has had some memories return after a night of rest."

Fang looks concerned at the guardian, passing him some of his own food, but upon hearing Daeron, he'll think to himself. 'Wait, people were running around naked.....is that a bad thing?'

When he mentions the part about memories, he'll excitedly raise his hand, "Ouh ouh! I know how to climb trees!" He holds up the apple core he ate through earlier, "And these things are delicious!" He smiles, genuinely happy thinking he contributed

"Well.. As far as regaining memory.. that is to early to say. But something eh.. did happen.." At this Baxthon removes his right arm, from the table. "Esfira and The Guardian here has suggested me visiting the temple, and after the.. eh, nightmares i had last night, i believe a priest may be able to add more pieces to my puzzle at least."

Looking at fang he smiles. "Interesting that you can climb. Tell me, what else can you do? I noticed on the beach that the aura that kills anything living on the zombies, did not leave a mark on your hands, and that your reflexes are exceptional. Tell me fang. How fast do you think you are?" Baxthon say this with a curious and straight face.

"If the gods did indeed choose to spare us from becoming zombies, i think we should figure out sooner than later the reason. I believe we are special." Looking again towards Fang "Some more than others maybe.."

Esfira held her brows furrowed in thought throughout that morning. Her dreams were odd, as if watching disjointed scenes with no rhyme or reason. Nothing had made much sense.

It didn't strike her until Daeron spoke up that she had eaten her portion of breakfast...and had half of someone else's. She didn't know whose.

"I have nothing," she said with disappointment in her tone. It brightened a little at Fang's pure enthusiasm about apples (which now she questioned if she knew if their taste), adding, "but the day is new and we may find something with it. We should most definitely pick up that armor, and see to the undead on the beach with The Gaurdian."

She gives a polite nod to the mentioned half-orc. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

''So you're the one with the healing powers, right? The priest is very excited about you.'' He says, returning the nod.

"Yes I am," she gives a little smile and dips her gaze down in modesty. She didn't know how to react to someone being excited about her, but a blush dusted on her cheeks. "I have a little grasp on it however and foolishly expended myself quickly yesterday. I hope to learn from your priest."

The Guardian gets up and grabs his sword that was leaning against his chair. ''If you ever need help. or have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. I must be off now, there are still zombies, and I cannot allow that.''

"Do you need us to give you a hand with the zombies?"

Baxthon stands up to greet the guardian goodbye, as Daeron ask the question. He looks curious at the elf.
"Well.. the beach IS clear and the boat is gone, yes?. I guess the mysterious happening of our awakening must be solved some other day. For now ill embrace a break from them. I have little interest in fighting other zombies.." 

Turning towards Esfira with a big smile, he clap his hands together.

"Now then. I would like to meet the priests. Esfira, could you introduce me? You seem to have gained a reputation with them."

"The boat is gone?" Surprise colored her expression as she stood up. How do a boat just disappear? What if their only lead to figuring out what was going on wad on that boat? Sure, it was surrounded by undead, but guilt punched itself deep in Esfira's heart. She shouldn't have been so selfish and instead should have agreed to go back out last night.

Bax's smile relieved her somewhat, and it was hard not to smile back. "I don't know about reputation, but it would be a pleasure to go to the temple once more. Perhaps we can go while the rest go to the blacksmith to recieve the armor?"

Baxthon turns a somber look "Aye! The Guardian and his archers completely destroyed it, and whatever secrets it may have held."

With renewed energy he raises his head. Holding out his hand towards the door.

"The temple it is then!"
Whispering "I wouldnt want to see the blacksmith yet anyway..have a debt to pay.."

Daeron gets up, ready to lead Panavor, Fang and Savan to the blacksmith. "I suppose we'll catch up to the two of you later once we've figured out what we're going to do today. Maybe Baxthon will learn more about himself when he visits the priest and he'll be able to help us."

"Sure hope so.." He scratches his arm a bit  feeling weak at that remark. 

Oh now she felt silly for thinking the boat just disappeared in thin air. She gave a small laugh to herself as she began to take Baxthon's lead out of the inn.

"The priest is a lovely fellow, he was so patient with me," she says as she leaves the inn, squinting against the sunlight.

The priest is sitting alone outside of the temple. He waves at you as you aproach.

Panavor follows Daeron to the blacksmith.

Walking through the village, you get more weird looks. It seems that news has spread of some strange people arriving on the island, without their memories.  The dwarf is in the back room when you arrive, but he hears the door open and comes out to greet you. ''Oh, your back. I have your armour ready.'' and he points at a set of chainmail that is placed on a stand on the wall.