'Somewhat annoyed by the turnip analogy and the overall tone of Stew, Vassa merely gives the man a thin smile and nods, watching him intently as he leaves the inn. Realising that the atmosphere in the Portal seems to be winding down after the eventful night, Vassa sighs away his momentary frustration, grins at his new companions, and noting Kestrell's questions, replies,'

"You are welcome, Kestrell my good man, and, yes, I think that you all have the right of it. Our rooms await! A good night's sleep and we should all hopefully be ready to solve the mystery of Mr Geddarm's missing friend. Let us rest and on the 'morrow pay a visit to this Skewered Dragon. From what little I've heard of the place, it's a rough and tumble blue tunic sort of establishment, frequented by dock workers and the like, so probably best that we visit it before the hard drinking crews drift in with nightfall."

'Vassa pats Lockbox on the shoulder and smiles at the warforged to show that he bears him no hard feelings at the loss of a few coins, then heads up to his room.'

((OOG If we are all retiring and "waking up" the next day... Lockbox doesn't sleep so...lol))

Lock will go up the stairs to his room, find a nice spot on his bed and sit down and think about the past. But for some reason, all he could think about was the future. So lost in thought he didn't realize the sun was coming up until it's rays crossed his face. He stood at the window, looking out at Waterdeep ready to do with what he was tasked.

He will make his way down before most show their faces and order a drink, something warm that will turn cold when he doesn't drink it. Then he sits at a table with enough room for all his new friends. They shouldn't be too long.

Kestrell retires to his room, "Man, even though I spend many nights under the stars, I sure do enjoy a soft warm, bed!" he thinks to himself, places his bow next to the bed, a dagger under his pillow, and falls asleep.

An early riser, he makes his way down shortly after Lockbox, sees Lockbox at a big table, and sits down next to him after ordering a coffee.  "Good morning Lockbox!  How did you sleep?"

"I didn't," Lockbox replies to Kestrell as he sits there with his now lukewarm brew. "When do we go find this lost friend?"

Kestrell takes a sip of coffee, then pours a little more cream in it.  "Let's let everyone get up, and get some vittles in them.  Then we will probably head out...What do you mean you didn't sleep?  All that left over adrenaline from the arm wrestling match?"

"Yes, we will wake them and feed them viddles." 

Lock stands up and heavily walks towards the stairs, "I don't sleep." He turns back and looks at Kestrell, "Come on. Let's get them up, the early bird gets the apple."

Kestrell scoops up his coffee mug, turns to the barmaid and says "We'll be right back." then hurries after Lockbox.  "Wait up Lock, and save the apples for me!"

'Though he enjoys his rest and is partial to a good sleep-in on occassion, Vassa has always been a light sleeper, partly on account of his elvish heritage and partly on account of growing up with few around him that he genuinely trusted. It was not surprising then that the creaking stairs and heavy footfalls of Lockbox's approach should wake him. Aniticipating a knock at his door, the bard contemplates springing out of bed to energetically greet the new day... but instead chooses to burrow deeper into the warmth of the comfortable mattress and plentiful blankets.'

Lock approaches Vassa's door and slowly creaks it open and yells loudly into the room, "Wake up, birds get apples."

He starts banging his greataxe against his chest. "This is your Alarmbox." 

"Yes, yes, most alarming, Locky. Wait... huh?  The bird gets... what? Oh, never mind. I fear that I'm still a little drow-sy after that spectatular night's sleep."

'Somewhat reluctantly, Vassa rolls nimbly out of bed. He's dressed in a long purple and black sleeping robe, his leather armour and cloak draped over a nearby chair.'

"Of course, i'll need to break my fast before hitting the cobblestones, have a mug of coffee, maybe catch a passing crier for the morning news, but then I shall be right and ready to tackle the pressing mystery of this Floon character's dissapearance!"

Kestrell pokes his head in Vassa's room.  "Mornin' Vass!  Purple's a great color on you."  Then turns to Lockbox: "Lock, let's let Vassa get dressed. Then we'll get those apples!" He leads Lockbox out into the hallway.  "You don't sleep, you say?  Fascinating!  I don't know much about your kind of folk.  Why don't you need to sleep?"

'Vassa smiles at Kestrell's compliment and hums a self-made, though as yet incomplete, tune to himself as he dresses. Here he stands, well rested, with a worthwhile task to undertake and fine allies to travel alongside. 'What a splendid morning', the bard thinks to himself, as he heads downstairs,'

"Whatever that enticing aroma is, Durnan, I'll take a portion to go if you don't mind. That coffee smells great as well! Freshly baked bread and freshly ground beans is it? This place truly is a marvel. And do hold our rooms, will you, good innkeep. We'll be back to stay tonight I would imagine and will then pay for this night's lodging and likely more besides."

'The half-elf finishes his meal in good order as he contentedly listens to the back-and-forth conversation of his companions. Upon finishing, and still wondering at his current good fortune, he says,'

Well, my good fellows... shall we?"

Asariel wakes from a long sleep and immediately smacks her head on a table she then bathes and dresses looking longingly at the comfortable bed. She realises how hungry she is and proceeds to order the fanciest meal she can find. She sits down at the table "did I miss anything?"

'Vassa nods in greeting to the tiefling Sorceress and treats himself to a second mug of coffee,'

"Ahh, excellent. Another of our intrepid fellowship has awoken. Good morning to you, fair Asariel. No, can't say that you have. Missed much, that is."

'While Asariel is having breakfast and to allow additional time for other members of their troupe to make an appearance, Vassa will go examine the well, as well as the walls of the tavern. Does he notice anything of note, e.g. a notice board, posters, any strange decor or markings?' 

[OOC] investigation check 15

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'While Asariel is having breakfast and to allow additional time for other members of their troupe to make an appearance, Vassa will go examine the well, as well as the walls of the tavern. Does he notice anything of note, e.g. a notice board, posters, any strange decor or markings?' 

[OOC] investigation check 13

As you wonder around the tavern you notice that the main impression it gives off is one of comfort. Sure the floor boards are a bit worn and there's a well off to one side that's 40 foot across and nearly 150 feet deep. But added to the rich blue tapestries, wood-paneled walls, tables of stout wood, and a well built bar, this common room is one of comfort. You do notice a parchment attached to a postboard to the side of the entrance:

Blood in the Streets! 
Gang activity continues to terrorize citizens of Waterdeep. The City Watch recommends that citizens remain vigilant, and report any suspicious activity immediately!

"Good morning Asariel!"  Kestrell has another mug of coffee with a splash of fresh cream and wanders up to the bar: "This is some good fresh cream, where do you get it?  Also, I've been carrying my bow around town while searching for the cobbler White and have gotten some strange looks.  With all the gang activity going on, I don't want to leave it behind.  Do you think I'll have any trouble if I continue to carry it?"

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As you wonder around the tavern you notice that the main impression it gives off is one of comfort. Sure the floor boards are a bit worn and there's a well off to one side that's 40 foot across and nearly 150 feet deep. But added to the rich blue tapestries, wood-paneled walls, tables of stout wood, and a well built bar, this common room is one of comfort. You do notice a parchment attached to a postboard to the side of the entrance:

Blood in the Streets! 
Gang activity continues to terrorize citizens of Waterdeep. The City Watch recommends that citizens remain vigilant, and report any suspicious activity immediately!

'Vassa will point out the poster to his allies. While he vaguely recalls seeing it last night upon entering the tavern, he's far more interested now that he has a job to do which may very well be related.'

 "Hey... I don't suppose any of you think that this City Watch PSA might be in some way related to Floon's dissapearance, do you? I would hope that these gangs, like the one that Yagra mentioned... what was it called... The Xanathar Guild... aren't the ones who snatched our missing Floon. Err, I admint, that a big part of me was kind of hoping to find him asleep 'neath a table at the Shattered Dragon so that all we had to do was grab an ale and a bite to eat before trotting back over here to collect our gold from Mr Volothamp."

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"Good morning Asariel!"  Kestrell has another mug of coffee with a splash of fresh cream and wanders up to the bar: "This is some good fresh cream, where do you get it?  Also, I've been carrying my bow around town while searching for the cobbler White and have gotten some strange looks.  With all the gang activity going on, I don't want to leave it behind.  Do you think I'll have any trouble if I continue to carry it?"

Durnan appears to be tidying up behind the bar. With out looking up he says, "Cream comes from a farm just outside of town. Bow should be fine, as long as it stays on your back."

"well that certainly sounds like a mess, a mess that I'm not sure I want to be part of there is no way I am having anything to do with that filthy xanathar and his goons."

"Well that's some good cream.  Thanks Durnan." 

Kestrell turns to hear Vassa :  "Yeah, me too.  It's starting to sound like it won't be that simple."