The first thing Jill notices is the scents of all the food that's being prepared. It's absolutely mouthwatering and she hopes that the heroics she's partaken in over the last few days will get her a free meal on the town. "Mon Dieu. The food here, it smells wonderful. Perhaps we should not be so quick with the leaving and take some time to enjoy ourselves, no? Have the finer things in life for a bit."

"I agree, some warm food and soft beds sound good."  As the party walks, Oni keeps his position at the back of the group looking for any secluded areas of the town he could potentially sneak off to. He contemplates sneaking off, but decides he has no reason to right now, he just takes mental notes of escape routes and places he could potentially hide out.

(if needed) Perception: 16

Natasha's hands slide over her grumbling stomach, her cheeks pink in embarrassment realizing she had only had basically gone without food again. "I-I have to agree with Jill," She stammers. "We kind of survived a full scale battle so... We owe it to ourselves, yeah? I'm sure they could wait just a bit longer..." She looks towards Misha, gathering up all the courage in the world to... Make a move. "D... Do you like... Cheese?"

Smooth.

"Of course, nervous flower!" Misha laughs loudly. "Bek home not have much cheeze, we eemport from different places. Not exactly right conditions back home to make it." She takes a moment to smile, and feel the sun on her face. "First tried cheeze when child, so delicious, goes with much food. I love to eat, especially meats, very high protein, helps so you get arms like these!" She flexes one arm to you as you walk, and she slams her palm on her bicep, hard. It makes a loud, hard slap. "But very excited to see Mill of Cheeze, been long time since have bite."

How could such a perfect human being exist? Natasha questions to herself, swallowing hard after seeing Misha's biceps again which was then followed by a pleasant shiver down her spine, hearing that delicious slapping sound. What a sucker she was for muscles despite her obvious lack in that department, having been a bit more on the curvier side. She had her strength, but it was nothing like the red-heads.

"I-is that so?" She tries to not stare at Misha, but does so anyways because of her lack of self-control. "Maybe you could... Help me get muscles like yours then? If you want? Oh! Actually, where do you come from? I-if you don't mind me asking!" 

All this talking only made her think of her sister and how she would be reacting to Natasha's attempts at... Flirting (if you could even call it that). You're doing great, sis, was all she heard.

ACHERON
TINTIBULUS, THE THIRD LAYER

Zaedriana, The Headmaster Emeritus - and my mental teacher took a liking to me. I have no idea why, all I wanted to do was to fight and exercise. But I received an education nevertheless. When I was 20, I was taken to the third layer of Acheron: Tintibulus. Tintibulus contains a large number of four-sided, five-sided, eight-sided, and other solids in preference to the six-sided cubes that predominate the other layers. A layer of thick dust coats the surface of the solids here, which are made of a grey volcanic stone. Magicians' libraries are scattered here, and is the best place in the Multiverse for magical research. A few times I was seen reading from these books, in an effort to learn tactics and strategy that would make me a better fighter, and to understand the universe outside of my own.

She was the first one to explain to me that I was not born, I was created with biological engineering.

"In our war with The Nine Hells, we discovered a way to make warriors faster than birthing them from the females of our kind. With knowledge we have acquired in our conquest of the multiverse, we discovered a way to make titanic birthing chambers in Banehold where we could create soldiers faster, tailored to our need. You do not have parents, and you will notice you lack the emotion to wonder where they are, or know what it is like to have siblings. This was done on purpose, for you HAVE one purpose."

"I understand, Headmaster Emeritus. Bane's Will has spoken. Thus it will be done."

Jill smiles to herself as she hears Natasha's awkward flirtations with Misha. She is adorable. Although I suppose that someone that's built like Misha gets people to trip over themselves all the time. I will root for Natasha to succeed in her attempted romance.

Oni becomes increasingly annoyed with the obvious flirting and he looks to Grum and Kelric which have both been relatively quiet during the journey. ”So what is your stories? You can give me as little or as much information as you want, just please help drown them out,” as he gestures towards Misha and Natasha.

Kelric smiles a little "I don't have much of a story grew up in a port city went out on the sea with a...commercial vessel and left after a couple years of that. Ended up joining the last alliance when I saw how bad this land was from the attacks"

"Well, I would've said my background was complicated, but it's really nothing in comparison to others'." Grum says, unintentionally glancing towards Misha.

"Being the offspring of an orc father and a human mother was not an easy thing as a child, particularly in these terrible times. Never actually fitting in anywhere, being looked down on as scum by my mother's people, always watched, never trusted... Being seen as weak by my father's people, always mocked, never included. 

My parents were ostracized for their love by both sides, and it put a strain on them that I could see even from an early age. Both good people in their own ways, they began to fight and argue, and I couldn't help but feel to blame for that. I now understand that's not true. That it wasn't my fault, you can't blame a child for simply existing. But it's how I felt at the time. I felt that they'd be better without me, but to be honest, I now realise that may simply have been my excuse. I never liked my home, never felt I belonged or fit in. I was looking for a reason to leave.

So as soon as I was old enough, I did just that. I gathered what little I had and set off, looking first to travel around civilised places and find somewhere I could call home. But I never did find it, and due to an incident in a tavern that I wasn't even involved in, I realised I never would. So I headed into the lonelier parts of the world, learned to hunt and track and rely on myself. 

I guess it's clear to see why I'm not so great with people. Probably why I just picked up that gauntlet without thinking, too - not used to having others with skills to help in those situations. But I'm learning."

Grum clears his throat, "Now, who are we going to see in this place?"

Oni smiles at Kelric, ”a commercial vessel, of course, what else would you set sea with,” and gives him a playful wink. Grums story resonates with Oni, he is momentarily brought back to his childhood. He remembers the hate, the pain, and the loneliness, but it was always there. He could never fully forget, but he hated the memory. He looks over at Grum with a darker expression and says, ”I think Jill knows the details.”

Oni, as you are looking for possible escape routes a poster nailed to the door of a disreputable building arrests your attention. It is a roughly drawn sketch of your face, accentuating your infernal features. The plaque beneath it places your life at 90 gold. It is surrounded by several other grimy notices which depict various criminals, some of which you recognize. Your companions do not appear to have noticed the poster.

At the end of the street you currently traverse stands a cozy inn called "The Foaming Mug. " The most delicious smells seem to be emanating from this building, and the windows are filled with a warm orange glow.

To Tasha: Misha laughed, found how shy Natasha was so adorable. "Of course, little sunflower! Takes time, and hard work if want better physique! Nothing bad with wanting to be stronger than you are. Yes, be happy to show you some training, of course. But, do not be insecure about self anyways, you are beautiful! Have gorgeous curves like rolling heels here in this land." She gestures to the hills. "Have spent my life since I was 6 training to fight where I come from, place called Acheron far away. It is like different universe, no planets, but big massive cubes collected together in about four different layers. One day take you and Jeel to see it. You might like!"

As they approached the town, Misha had a more and more concerned look on her face. "Wait minute! Where is Mill of Cheez!? There is no mill here! Misha wanted cheez! See nothing but little people with strange stares." Her shoulders sink but she returns to her happy self once seeing the inn.

Insight: 14 (Not sure if she notices the bounty sigh, lucky for Oni.)

"Ah!" she barks in excitement. "This look like place to eat! Stomach protest while we walk to town, remind me time to eat many times since battle!" 

(If Misha is actively looking around the town she notices the poster, but it would be doubtful that she recognizes it as a sketch of Oni.)

Oni instinctively pulls his hood farther over his face. ”Let’s get some food and leave this place when the letter is delivered.”

((Is Misha insight checking Oni?))

Misha was unable to make the connection between Oni and the poster.

Jill chuckles at Misha's concern over the Mill of Cheese. "Tu est tres mignonne parfois. They do not make cheese in mills, my friend. But I suspect that you will still be able to get all the cheese you want and then some." She's far too occupied with her friend's naivete regarding cheese and mills to be looking for any signposts.

If the area is clear, Oni will cast Mage Hand as he’s walking by and have the hand tear the poster in half.

Sleight of Hand: 16

“Town is called Cheesemill, was expecting big mill made of cheese! Then I run up and take beeg bite, like thees! HAUM!!” She makes a gesture with her hands as if shes grabbing something large and pulling it in to take a bite out of it. “Also, pale girl again speak in language Misha no understand. Sound very nice but no idea what you say, HAW!” She laughs once patting Jill on the shoulder.

If we arrive in the inn, Misha will find a table for everyone and take some time to change out of her heavy plate to wear something more comfortable. She goes up quickly to change and comes down wearing black simple pants, and a tight underarmor black short sleeveless shirt thats three sizes too small, and cropped way too high.

The beaming halfling innkeeper waddles over to the six of you, wiping his hands on his stained apron. "You must be the heroes of Garumn's Keep! Welcome, welcome!" He bows. A second later you are shaking hands with every halfling and human patron in the inn.