(Editted it onto the last post)

Ikor looks at you, then pushes the tea to you and stands. “If you would excuse me, I have business to attend to.”

Amnesty sighs and watches him stand. "Ikor. My name is Amnesty. Just... Please... Give your decision more thought. I'm here if you need me. Don't let the darkness win. " As he stands, Amnesty gives a small wave to Ember, and a silent communication calls her back over to Amnesty, watching Ikor.

Ikor lets out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way. I will remember you through the transfusion, though. Good day." Then, his cloak billowing behind him, he walks out into the foggy night. 

As each of the others make their way back to our room, you'll notice Folwyn passed out on a bed, legs and arms sprawled out everywhere, as most beds don't fit his 8 foot Goliath frame. Though he's quite the sound sleeper, he doesn't snore. His plan is to talk about their next steps over breakfast.

Amnesty let's out a small sigh and looks to Ember. With slight mental conversation, Ember scampers away, aiming to follow Ikor to his destination (returning after a set amount of time) a small distance away, keeping a careful eye on him. Amnesty stands from the table and moves over to her partie's table. She looks at Anvin seriously. "Do you know Saborin Vesner?"

Anvin raises an eyebrow. "Yes...how do you know that name? It is one of the town's board members, one of my father's advisors. He's tried to exterminate the Blackbound many times. He failed, though. I'm surprised he's made it this far."

Amnesty looks at Anvin seriously. "I have a logical reason to believe that he is being targeted. He is unsafe. It is crucial that someone goes to him tonight. As soon as possible. "

Anvin regards Amnesty, perhaps not completely trusting her. "My father would disown me if I left my post," he says with a chuckle. "But I'll inform one of the town guards to head over there. Who is targeting him?"

Amnesty looks at Anvin directly, her expression serious. " The blackbound. They're wanting to get rid of him. Probably because of his attempts against them. How would your father feel if he found out that you knew someone was attempting to kill one of his advisers and you did nothing to truly stop it."

Delanra walks in through the main door of the inn, entering with her usual languid grace and closing the door with just enough noise that people should take note that someone has entered but without slamming it. Her eyes scan the scene in front of her, she sees Fionn and Thoradin, the empty mugs nearby and dwarf behind the bar suggesting that the two have made themselves feel at home. She starts to make her way over, still scanning the room and easily noticing that Folwyn is absent and not expecting to find Taysia amongst the patrons.

As she approaches, Delanra's eyes settle on Amnesty talking to an elf. She quickly yet smoothly veers straight to the tiefling, almost gliding past patrons and furniture until she reaches the table and comes to stand by Amnesty's shoulder. Paying no heed to the conversation in flow, her eyes give the unknown elf a flat look, appraising him; then Delanra rests a hand on Amnesty's shoulder to draw her attention.

"My dear, I think I just saw a Ember scurrying into one of the side streets. I hope you're keeping tabs on him." Her tone is 'matter of fact' and slightly abrupt, as she continues on without missing a beat. "Who have I the pleasure to be introduced to?" She holds out her hand towards the elf, palm down and bent loosely forwards from her wrist.

Thoradin notices as Delanra approaches and he lets out a low grumbly laugh "Well, well, look who decided they'd show up. Guess marching be the better way." and he gives her a sly smile. "Well boy, you better kiss that hand and tell her yer name or she might bite ye." and he laughs again. "Aye Fionn, nothin be soundin better than more ale!"

Amnesty glances at Delanra and politely shrugs her hand off of her shoulder  "Yes. I keep very good tabs on her. This is Anvin. We rented two rooms upstairs. To give the genders some space. If you don't mind, Anvin and I were having a discussion." Amnesty locks eyes with Avin again, her expression tense, forced, and serious. 

"Ah, one of those boy meets girl in a tavern moments is it? And you've rented rooms already... Well, you know I don't mind those 'discussions' at all." Delanra flashes the elf an insinuating smile and adds, "I shall leave you to our lovely Amnesty's company."

"Thoradinn, if it saved me the trip with your unwashed stump of a body, and gave me nights without the cacophonous rumbling of your snore, then I judge it time worth losing to have arrived a little late." Though her tone is deadpan, there is the barest hint of a smile at the edges of her mouth. "Now let me refill both your mugs and see what vile butchery of a fruit this establishment considers to be good wine! Then you can tell me what I could have experienced had I arrived but a little sooner."

Taysia came back downs stairs with a satchel carrying the essentials, (Potions, healer's/herbalist kits, flute, dagger, and crossbow) having washed up her face and determined to get something to eat before bed. Her face absolutely lights up as soon as she sees Delanra. She's about to run over to her, but remembers why she came back downstairs. She slides herself down to the bar and crawls up onto a stool. She stands on this stool to address the bartender. "Sorry to bug you, but you you happen to have any soups or stews? I would like to buy a serving~"

Amnesty frowns slightly at Delanra before looking back to Anvin, expecting an answer from him. She periodically checks communication with Ember as she follows Ikor.

Thoradin busts out into laughter almost falling out of his seat. "Aye, we missed that sharp tongue of yers on the road, couldn't be happier yer here! Better yet yer here to fill me mug! This be a good night I tell ye!"

Amnesty, make a Persuasion check.

As for Ember, Amnesty, you see through one of your checks with Ember that she has turned onto a new street, with a long row of houses. At the every end, a very regal mansion, like someone who at least wanted to seem important, lived there. Ikor continues to quickly walk toward it.

Anvin turns to Delanra for a moment, acknowledging her with a nod but nothing more to interrupt the current conversation. 

The barkeep turns to Taysia. "Ye, we got a few! Clarence!" And after a minute or so, he brings you a bowl of steaming hot soup, the broth a light orange, the vegetables cut inside it looking very tempting to eat. "2 Silver, if you don't mind!" 

Persuasion check: 3

Ember follows Ikor with determination, remembering the path the best she can as she hurries to keep pace.

Anvin stares at Amnesty, until he finally blinks under her gaze. Hurriedly, he seems to stammer, "Uh, okay...yeah..." Slowing himself, he breathes and says, "What kind of protection were you envisioning?"