Sarah rests contently on your chest, her only movement behind the soft rising up and down as you both breath, and her finger tracing the patter of your scales. After you speak she pulls herself up so she is eye to eye with you. She maintains eye contact for a moment before giving you a genuine smile and planting a quick kiss on the cheek and saying I suppose we should, besides my father will be waking up soon. Wouldn't want him finding out. He can be a bit overbearing sometimes. Sarah gets out of the tub and grabs a few towels, letting you get one last good look in before wrapping her self up and drying off. Eventually she gets dressed and opens up the door allowing you head down. I have to clean up here before heading down, help yourself to something from behind the bar if you want. I'll see you when I'm done here. If you still want that tour that is. She gives you a wink and then once you leave she closes the door behind you as she goes to clean up the room and prepare it for its next use. 

Nadia had forced herself to ignore the sensation of his finger tips at the small of her back with a bite of her inner bottom lip. The elf had straightened her posture because of it, sort of mentally thanking Zack so she didn't look all slouchy in front of his father. Familia es todo, her mothers words echoed in the back of her mind. Cuando llegue el momento, impresiona ellos, haz que te amen y haz que te extrañen si vas. At the mention of the barn, Nadia's eyes are drawn over to the structure in the distance as Zack responds, her brows furrowing at his first little comment, sure it was a compliment, but there certainly was more meaning behind it, then her eyes then widen slightly at the last of it. 

She snorts, trying to keep her cool despite her flushed visage. "Well, I have been told I am 'naturally gifted' with my hands..." She returns Zack's look with a sly one of her own, before continuing with a cheeky smile on her face. "When it comes to arts and crafts! I made a necklace for my sister when I was younger and she still wears it to this day! Having made adjustments when she grew older, of course." She sounds rather proud at this proclamation. "But, yes, I don't mind a little more dirt and grime. Let's get to it, tiro caliente. Could also help teach you a few elvish words too while we're at it." The elf gives him a little wink and a smile before turning back to his father and giving him a slight bow. "Thank you, Mister Fair. I promise I'll make sure your son doesn't do anything foolish while we're in there cleaning up."

With any final goodbyes, she'll follow Zack to the barn, taking a hold of his hand once again and bringing herself close to him. "You really don't have any shame, do you?" She questions. "Making little comments like that... in front of your dad too! No shame at all!" The ranger chuckles lightly with a shake of her head.

Upon arriving to the barn, she helps Zack push the doors open (if he'd let her), then stretches her arms over her head to warm up her muscles for what they were going to do, the hem of her shirt ever so slightly riding up to reveal the lower half of her abdominal area. Aside from the dotting of multiple freckles and birthmarks, her scar was also partially visible, the rest dipping beneath the waist band of her pants. "Aaalright, what are we gonna tackle first in here?"

Nadaar "hmmed" in apparent amusement at the thought of being caught. A thought he only lingers on for a second or two before they turn towards drinking in Sarah's figure one last time and commit it to memory. As a result, he's slow to leave the tub, but does so fairly promptly after her next few words. And while in his own casual rise from the tub to get toweled down, giving Sarah one last good look Dragonborn physique, he entertained summoning Wonder to clean; only to dismiss the thought.

Knowing the limits of the spell, it would've been too easy to forget and get swept up in immediately leaving the bar. "My own curiosity not withstanding, I've enjoyed your company far too much to not still want that tour, my dear." He said, giving her a toothy grin, and then with clothes in hand made his way to his room with an enticing swagger.Before long, an at least armor-less Nadaar hit up the bar, sneaking at least one of the cheaper looking Wine bottles if noone's around aside from maybe a prowling Rillex. Whom after more than likely understood the Dragonborn's disappearance, went about exploring the tavern, reflecting on its differences between Nightstone and here.

Though if Godrick /was/ up, he'd just grin and offer him a word of greeting on his way to sitting at a table. Either which way, he waited patiently for Sarah while keeping Rillex company.

He enjoyed teasing her, no matter how strong or soft a tease it was. He loved the reactions to it. It was somewhat humorous now, that she had been so..... something.. with him until that one day. He couldn't quite put his finger on the right word. But he enjoyed it most when she played into it all, even if she was wrong in her assumptions. I wonder just how gifted you are. he interjected just before she continued, listening and hearing the pride in her accomplishment. Drawing more of a genuine smile than a grin. Good, it's good to have confidence and it means you've... he thought to himself. I'm sure she holds it close to her heart, and no, that's not a pun. I'm sure I could make a simple necklace but there'd be no heart in it~ Maybe I'll as you for one myself sometime. Starting to get jealous that I was left out! Not that that's your fault. And don't worry pops, I'll work her hard~ 

As she mentioned teaching him a bit of her language, he nodded saying That would be nice. Hard to tell if I'm being complimented or reprimanded sometimes! Though I think Nadaar has the monopoly on that! Unfortunately the only laguange I know aside from this.. isn't exactly romantic... if anything i could call you somethign nice and just by the tone of it you'd assume I was insulting you, heh. And yes.. we wouldn't want me to slip in a door frame right?

As she slipped back into his grip of her own accord he could only enjoy the sensation of skin on skin, the warmth that would come through it all. He was all but literally drinking in the physical sensations. He let her play out her words before but as they moved out of earshot, he'd lean in laughing Haha, that was a nice play there. Probably left him a bit more confused than anything. Then again he's pretty smart, he may have known you were parrying with a riposte~ But I have no clue what you're talking about. I wasn't being naughty or anything. When I said naturally gifted.. I was referring to you as a whole. You're cute, and small -which I like, by the way..- you're stunningly beautiful, regardless of whether it's due to your heritage or not. And there's something else I have no intention of telling you until later. Because right now I feel kinda silly about it right now, since it hardly seems like a proper reason. That and.. I want to hold you in suspense until tonight, so~

He did indeed let her, he had no reason not to. Besides, he liked a good mix of independence and .. femininity. His eyes not even looking sidelong to admire that tiny peek of flesh visible in the tiny slit, admiring the freckles the most. It wasn't a common sight in his experience. In turn, despite the cold... he knew this work was going to be exhausting, despite how simple it was. And he slipped off the top of his clothing, leaving him with nothing but his sackloth pants. Placing it on one of the nearby hooks, high enough that even should splashing occur, as unlikely as it was in winter... Then, taking his arms, and in turn, stretching them left and right in a hug-stretch, each muscle tensing as he shifted around... and around... before, like her stretching up, revealing the slim, toned definition once more. Taking in a deep breath, before finally, stretching behind himself as he replied. 

Well, first we gotta take care of the feed.... brush the animals.... make sure their water level is fine, and not frozen. After that, comes the real dirty part. We gotta gather their shit, into the wheelbarrow, over there.. he said, pointing in the corner on the utility side, where most of the tools they'd be using were stored. It wasn't overly impressive, and most seemed handcrafted. Which we then take out near the fields to use as fertilizer. Just be glad this isn't spring or winter... otherwise this place would be mud, instead of frozen dirt, ha. 

It seemed like he was done there, but, he let the silence hang just long enough that most would assume it was 'ok' to 'respond' or get started, when his hand came from behind to swat her rear that was closest, his eyes going wide, and flashing her a grin, Time to work!  before he moved away, attempting to get out of range of retaliation, while simultaneously getting started on the job at hand. 

Nadaar, you find that you more or less still have the inn to yourself. It seems the place isnt too busy most of the time. You find a dusty old bottle of cheap looking whine behind the bar and pour yourself a drink while waiting. About 30 minutes go by before Sarah finally comes down and takes her place behind the bar. She rests an elbow on the bar and leans in, taking the liberty to refill the glass. She stares at you with a satisfied look on her face but before she can say anything the look quickly fades as she assumes a more buisness like expression as you hear footsteps coming from above. Good afternoon father. Hope you rested well.  Godrick approches and bar and yawns Aye slept like a wee baby. Busy morning? Just usuals for breakfast. Oh! You'll never believe this but Zacks in town. Zack Fair, he's been alive this whole time and is back on town. Speaking of he's going to want a bath drawn up for him and his...I guess girlfriend, tonight if you could handle that. Already paid. Godrick pauses and looks at his daughter like she was crazy before remembering the conversation last night. Zack's alive and in town? Wait, uh, Nadaar was it? Didn't you say you were bringing someone home last night? You said Zack but...well I didn't think, well hes dead ain't he? Well shit we gotta have a celebration or something if he's alive! Hmmm. I'll think of something to do for him, and I'll make sure the room is ready for him. Gods know people don't use that bathing room as much as I would like. Well Sarah I'll take over from here. With that Sarah leaves the bar and starts to head for upstairs saying I might go out for a walk later Pa, not quite tired as she passes Nadaar she sneaks in a sly wink before heading up to her room. Godrick looks about the mostly empty inn before settling in behind the bar. Well sir, enjoying your stay so far? Where'd your friend and the odd skull guy run off too?

Earlier with Zack and Nadia. The two spend several hours in the barn, checking feed and water, grooming the animals and the unpleasant task of cleaning out and hauling dung out of the barn. By time the two are finished the sun has started to make its decent. You both take  a few moments in the barn to catch their breath and relax, the cool air feeling good after working up a decent sweat. The work was hard and Nadia likely learned a bit about why Zack is as strong as he is. As the two are relaxing you hear Zacks father start to yell in a raised voice, coming from somewhere out in the fields. The words are a bit muffled but you catch the words absolutely not! Crazy bastard!

"Uh huh, yeah, I'll believe that," Nadia says with a roll of her eyes and mirth in her tone when he admits what he said back there wasn't intended to be dirty... Then gets into complimenting her, causing a blush to creep up on her face once again, but instead of shying away, she sticks her tongue out at him childishly. "You forgot to add in that I'm handsome as well," She adds in matter-of-factly, giving his hand a little squeeze. "Hermoso means handsome. You also referred to me as a man using the -o... Hermosa, that's the one you'd want to use." She chuckles lightly. "You didn't know, so, obviously, I didn't take any offence to it. Elvish 101: -a for females -o for males." The ranger finishes it with a peck on the cheek before pulling away to help with the door. "And you better promise to tell me what else you have to say later tonight~"

While Zack had explained what needed to be done, Nadia had undone her braid to only weave another one to wrap around her head like a crown. She thought of it as a good way to distract herself from ogling the fighters exposed torso, but having been weaving braids her whole life, it was practically second nature and required no thought, so she ended up staring at him anyways. There's no shame in admiring the male form, she would tell herself as she finished brushing away any stray hairs from her face. Good looking hijo de puta, probably does the same to m-- "Ah!" The spank was abrupt and shook her out of her thoughts completely as crimson rushed to her cheeks. "****er!"

As they worked, Nadia had taught Zack some additional elvish words to keep in his arsenal had he ever wanted to use them himself (his choosing because I'm lazy and there's a lot of words out there man). With the work finished after what felt like forever, Nadia wipes the sweat from her brow with her forearm, finally letting out a breath of relief. "I never want to see animal shit in a wheelbarrow ever again." She takes in the few minutes of rest, only to dart up when she hears his father shout from outside. She glances over to Zack, her brow raised in confusion, then moves to the barn's entrance, peeking her head out to see if she could see him from where she was.

If unable to use Passive Perception (16) here's a hot roll: 14

All he could do in response to her retort was snort out a laugh himself shrugging Haha, I mean it but ain't gonna argue. 

As she reacted to his sudden smack, all he could do was laugh, and play the avoidance game until he was sure she wasn't going to retaliate, all the while having the widest grin on his face. He was clearly having fun of multiple sorts. Eventually the pair getting to work. After a few hours,  he was covered in cold sweat, but his body was radiating the heat that came with working muscles. A slight steam-mist rising off his body, even as the sweat slowly rose only to fade. He had been watching her work, both for professional and less-than reasons. Admiring how her smaller frame worked. It was easy enough work for him.

His muscle memory kicking in as he did every task that he had done for most of the first half of his life. As they went on, and she began talkign of what words meant what, though keeping it simply to single words as opposed to full or partial sentences. Huh. that's simpler than I thought. As long as you know the word itself, you just gotta swap around one letter at the end or near the end, and bam. A little odd though that you'd teach me the word 'harder' in your tongue though.... he said, trying to play it off as if he didn't quite get it. Shrugging casually.

Haha, and good. I was sure it was a compliment but well, now I know specifically what of. And I have every intention to tell you~ But now aint the time.

As they finish the work, and he gets all the tools properly put away, he can't help but laugh. Flexing a bit. Had to do that most of my life... part of why I'm as strong as I am. Though swinging a sword around for ten years or so.... and now that massive sword... helps. Honestly it normally takes about another three to four hou- it was then that he also heard the shouts, and along with Nadia, began to run towards the source.

Nadia, speaking your head out you see Zacks father is further into the fields that you last saw him, almost near the end of the property. You can see a male figure next to him who appears to be bowing. Zack rushes past you as he runs towards the sound of yelling. Upon. Arrival Zack finds Angar bowing apologetically to his father saying I apologize sir, I just simply had to ask. I didn't mean to offend. Your fathers face is red with anger and he looks like he is ready to attack the guy, and probably would be doing just that If he wasn't bowing to him right now. Just get off my property you lunatic! And stay away from my wife!

It takes Zack a little longer to 'see' whats going in in the fading light than it likely does Nadia, but he eventually see's Angar  and his dad. His eyes dancing between the two figures as he attempts to understand the situation, still shirtless as he hadn't quite had time to replace it in the sudden burst. And after his father shouts the last phrase, Zacks brows furrow, and his focus shifts to Angar. 

Whoa whoa woa.. What's going on here with my ma? What'd he do dad? Were you trying to pull some shit like grave-robbing? 

Nadia only hums with a smile on her face in response to Zack questioning why she taught him that little phrase.

At the sight that she is able to make out, Nadia's face contorts into one of confusion before Zack pushes past her and darts off to see what was really going on, the elf soon rushing behind him. As Zack questions the men, Nadia looks at Angar with a raise brow, but looks to the fighter. "Angar wouldn't do that, no, he's no grave robber." She shakes her head, her arms crossing in front of her chest. "I have a feeling I know what was brought up, but it'll be better if you explain it, Angar."

Nadaar had stared back Sarah; equally satisfied and eager for more. The half an hour of peaceful silence had only gone so long a way in allowing other thoughts and distractions to come to mind. That, and the wine, which he grabbed before intentionally for its mild body taste. Although a fair bit slow to change gears, Nadaar plays it off as a more appreciative look before "noticing" and giving Godrick a polite wave. He just as politely listened and nodded in answer to the first three questions with a growing and warm smile.

As much as Zack often found ways to aggravate the Dragonborn, seeing the genuine looks happiness was infectious. "Mn! A good idea, Ms. Sarah. May your evening be exceptional." Nadaar would say after her in passing, his cup raised in honor, but a sly wink of his own given at any glance back. "Hm? Hm.... Well.... It has certainly been a most unexpectedly enlightening. If I could stay more for longer." Nadaar admitted with a chuckle. Then following a sip of his wine, he furrowed his brow ridges and say, "Hm... I know Lady Nadia left with Zack. But as for the skull guy... I 'm not certain. Though, I assume due to the unexpected delays he's likely gone elsewhere to prepare." Nadaar admitted.

"Somewhat speaking of such, would you be alright with my asking Lady Sarah about taking me on a proper tour of the area? I would ask Zack, but as you've heard, he has new... girlfriend, I believe the term Sarah used? Certainly a close companion given the implied terminology, and not something to casually come in between at the moment... That, and between his late mother and being back home on top of everything else... Mn. No, it would not do. So....?"

Zacks father points and accusatory finger at Angar, shouting The sick bastard was asking me permission to dig up your mothers grave! Crazy bastard! Knew when I heard the neighbors mention the odd newcomer that he was no good! Angar continues to bow apologetically, seemingly unphased by the tongue lashing. Once again I apologize. But as miss Nadia says I am no grave robber. As I tried to explain to your father, though I admit it was a rather poor explanation, I wish to dig up the grave to confirm there is a body. Perhaps I should explain from the start. Angar then goes on to explain his purpose in being here, that he is traveling to a town hit by a deadly plague, that he has been investigating a series of disease related deaths over the course of the past few years, and that Godrick had told him about your mothers death. From what the innkeeper told me, your mothers unfortunate passing sounds like it fits with all the others. If that's the case, well then I believe it was no accident or natural disease. I'm trying to track down whoever or whatever is causing this. The corpses keep going missing, in recent years whoever or whatever is stealing the dead has been refilling the graves. Likely to throw off suspicion. If your mother is not in the grave, then that would indicate that she fell victim to the same fate as the others. If she is, and I have made you worry for no reason, then I offer my services as a speaker for the dead. I have many spells and rituals that allow me to speak to the spirits of the deceased, if there is a corpse then I can speak to her spirit. Pass along any final messages to the departed if you have any.

Zacks father stares incredulously at Angar but his expression quickly turns back to anger. You saying some...some creature or bastard stole my wife from her Grave? That she hasn't been in there this whole time! Why in the nine hells would someone do that!?

Nadaar, Godrick thinks on it and simply shakes his head saying Aye, I suppose if she ain't opposed to it. Seems she was wanting to take a walk anyway so...aye by all means. Zack's alive...back in town...and with a girlfriend...by the morning Lord so much as once..I'll have to let people know. the last bit he seems to mutter to himself more than anything though you got the approval you sought.

Zack flashes Nadia a look at her comment in the 'what does that mean?' sort of way, not quite sure if he should feel betrayed or not in some way.... before turning his focus back to the situation at hand. Zacks own anger flaring up when his father explains the situation more What the ******* hell? You want to desecrate a grave?! Your explanation better be damn good.... And if not for Nadia ..technically vouching for you.... you'd already be dead. Zack was a mousetrap ready to spring at this point. Every muscle was tense.  as he very patiently listened to the story Angar told.

His mind racing a mile a minute during it all. By the end, he was less tense but clearly still not happy. Now..  Even assuming you're telling the truth... You're still asking me and my dad to let you, a stranger, dig up my moms grave... on the assumption that you aren't here to pull something yourself with a convenient story about some other group or person stealing bodies from graves, when for all we know it's you doing it.

And Nadia.. what the hell? Why didn't you tell me...anything about this? his face turning to her with the look to match his words, as his lips fumbled around for a few seconds, the fighter, for the first time since they met, seeming almost entirely at a loss for words. 

Angar bows again in an apologetic voice but once again seems unphased by the anger. In a calm voice he says I understand your anger. What I ask is not an easy request. If you say no I will respect your wishes. As I've said, for the past several years I've noticed a disturbing trend. People falling I'll, seemingly at random and succumbing to the Illness at an alarming rate. The I've spoke to many who knew these unfortunate souls. They all have similar stories to tell. A loved one who seemed in the peak of health, taken suddenly by an unkown disease. It starts with a high fever and joint pain. Soon, within the same day the first symptoms are noticed, a cough develops. That night they develop lumps in the joints or a stiffness that makes it impossible to move. Soon the vomit blood and puss. The following day the victim looses consciousness. They usually pass in their sleep that night. Two days is all it takes. There hasn't been a single recovery. All the victims have been people of lesser means, people unlikely to have quick access to healing magics or potions. In the first few years people reported the graves of the deceased being robbed within a few days of their passing. I feared they were being stolen, or perhaps being risen as undead. However a few years ago these reports stopped. On a hunch, I went to the town of Zelbross which suffered a plague of this disease, killing nearly the entire town. The survivors buried the dead and abandoned the town. I went there and dug up the graves, to make sure the dead were still there. If they had been I intended to contact their spirits. Ask them if they could tell me anything about what had happened in the events leading up to their deaths. Every single grave was empty. An entire towns worth of dead, gone without a trace. It was then I realized they were not coming back as undead, and zombies dont refill they dig themselves out of to cover their tracks. Many settlements around the High Moor have been affected, going as far North as Uluvin on the Iron road and just south of Daggersford more recently. It is my suspicion, that this disease is not natural. That someone or something is causing these illnesses and stealing the corpses, likely using them to perfect the disease or perhaps to some other nefarious end. My initial interest was in the possibility of the dead being brought back against their will. I'm still not entirely convinced that is not happening. But I feel I am close to finding the source. A town to the west of here, Dalansville, suffered a plague. I'd bet anything the symptoms are the same. I'm hoping we can arrive in time, before the corpses go missing, and see what is happening. Your friends offered to assist, frankly I welcome the help. Anyone operating on this scale is likely too dangerous to be handled alone. However I heard of your mother. I admit, I probably don't need to check the grave. My guy tells me I already know the answer of whether or not the grave is empty. I imagine it is much the same as your own. Still, it would help to know for certain. As I said, I specialize In contacting the dead. I provide my service to people, so they can speak to their loved ones who have passed. Most wish to pass along some sort of message, or even learn something from them. I would offer this service for free if I am wrong, as an apology. If I am right, then I promise to do my best to stop whoever did this, and If possible return your mother to her rightful resting place. And before you ask, no I am not a necromancer. If it were me I wouldn't be walking around asking to dig up your dead. I abhor the undead and all those who willingly seek it. Those who are unwilling cursed with underneath I feel only sympathy and pity. They are the ones I seek to help. For if people are unwillingly being made undead, then it's my job to listen to their stories, to pass along their messages to their loved ones, and to help them find their way to their respective afterlife. Those who would use the dead as a weapon must be destroyed. Even if undeath is not a factor here, I believe there is still a significant threat at work here. And as for my abilities, while they may appear to be necromatic in nature, they are never used to bring harm to others. They stem from an incident that occurred in my childhood, another long story I shall not bore you with unless you feel you need to know. But if what I have said thus far has not convinced you of my intentions then I'm not sure anything else I say will.

Nadia's lips thinned as Angar began to explain and speak his piece, the elf holding her gaze on the ground, not wanting to see the expressions on the two men before her, especially Zack's. When the fighter spoke, she felt a knot form at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes the first time he said her name, yet her face remained the same, stoic almost, then the second time, the way he said it, his tone, Gods above. She felt guilt stab her right in the gut, and with his gaze on her, she unable to return it out of sheer fear of what she would see behind his eyes, the imaginary blade twisted. Her lips parted to answer, but the words wouldn't come out, her mind struggling to find something to say.

Her mouth clamped shut. You had all day, why didn't you say anything? When you left the inn, that would have been fine. Hells, even when you bought your stupid arrows. Could've stopped the flirting for a second, ****, even cleaning the barn, idiota, any time! Now you're just standing there like una pendeja! ¿Por qué no te quedaste en el orfanato? Serías más útil allí que aquí. Solo de pie allí. Patético. As her thoughts berated her, Angar had spoken up again and explained everything to Zack and his father, feeling even worse now at being unable to come up with anything to say aside from a weak, meager, "I'm sorry."

Zack was incredulous. It wasn't that his heard was beating fast but rather that time seemed to slow down, and he could hear the thumping in his ears. He was surprised his father didn't have any more to say... That's all fine and good buddy.... his voice was a bit darker than anyone had ever heard before. It held that gravelly tone from when he had been flirting earlier.. but it held a mixture of anger and threat behind it. It was very clear the fighter was barely able to limit himself to what he was doing. You just admitted to us you just went and dug up some graves without permission. And you want me to just believe and trust you aren't up to something. All just out of the goodwill of your heart? I consider myself a pretty good hearted person, but even I have a goal. And a dream. At this point he put his hand on Angars shoulder, and gave it a squeeze, his goal wasn't truly to hurt the man, but it seemed he was a bit angrier than he thought.

So you want our help? at this point, he was speaking through his teeth. Then how about we go do your thing, and we'll see just how true your words are. But for tonight... I think we'll keep our eyes on you. Lets go to the Inn. Nadia... Please keep an eye on him. I just need to grab one thing. And unless at some point, Angar had resisted or attacked, Zack would head inside, to his backpack, pulling out a single item....

The knot in her throat only grew in size and became more difficult and painful for her to swallow when Zack speaks again. She had never heard him speak this way before. It felt wrong. Just a few minutes ago it was jovial, now it was dark, nearly menacing, with underlying anger laced throughout. It made her want to throw up. When she hears his movement, her gaze is ripped from the ground to Zack putting a heavy hand on Angar's shoulder and squeezing. The ranger couldn't move at all, she was frozen in place, similar to how Zack's father was now, but she was unsure if it was because of his anger, or because the DM forgot he was even there shock.

She straightens up when her name is called again, only nodding in response because she had given up in trying to talk anymore, only able to mouth the words 'I'm sorry' over to Angar when Zack turns his back.

Zacks father stares incredulously at Angar, as if he was not quite sure what to make of all this. When Zack put a on Angars shoulder he gripped his farming hoe tight, ready to use it as a bludgeoning tool should the man do anything to his son. Angar simply stared back and Zack stoically. This was clearly not the first time he's been in this position, and he clearly didn't fear the fighter. Angar simply nods and says Fine. We leave at first light for Dalansville. I'm sorry If I upset you or your family. But when we reach the town I believe we may find the lead I've been searching for all these years. Then you will see the truth of my words. When Zack went inside his father followed him, stopping him for a brief moment to speak. Son, I don't trust this man. If you must follow him please, be careful. Meanwhile outside Angar looks to Yorick and sighs Well that went better than expected 'ey Yorick? And don't worry miss Nadia. It's not your fault. Everyone reacts different and many people don't trust what they don't understand. 

Zack nodded at his pops saying Trust me. I will. His story is far too convenient an excuse, a plague no one's heard of.... etc etc... I planned ahead for a scene like this but I didn't expect to have to use these here.... He'd say, as he pulls the manacles out of his bag, making sure to take the key and put it safely in his pocket. Giving his dad a hug before startign to head out. I was originally planning .. since Sarah spilled the beans.... to bring Nadia there tonight after... something. Not sure if I'm going to now or not. Depends. Cause she did hide some of this from me.. but I trust her enough to give her the benefit of the doubt that it wasn't malicious .. I.. let my anger flare for a moment. Wasn't quite myself.. but I'm sure you understand dad.

Zack headed back out, manacles in hand and said to Angar... So.. Want me to trust you? Put these on. Now. And follow me to the Inn. You can keep your excitement for the morning. Nadia.. Please follow me. I'm sorry for earlier. But I was a bit caught up in someone trying to .. you know. he would wait to see what Angars response was, and...

If he accepted... and bound himself, Zack would lead him to the inn... taking him around the back entrance, and calling for Godrick, waiting till he responded, and if anyone else came he would shoo them away. So this man here, Mr. Angar... Guess what he did? Zacks voice had more or less returned to normal. He wanted to dig up my dead mother.... and tried to convince me that I should let him. he was real nice about it too.... I need you to keep an eye on him over night for me. And after that I'll keep a good eye on him myself.

If Godrick accepted, Zack would turn to Nadia (assuming she followed), his expression had softened, but he was still clearly upset. Stop apologizing. Sorry for snapping at you but .... I had put a lot of trust in you. Far more than I have put into Nadaar especially after today... Godrick... he said, looking behind him Is the bath ready? I'm feeling disgusting in every way possible.

Your father gives you a quick hug before you leaving letting you know he understood. Once he let's go he watches events from the door to the house. Angar looks down at the manacles and back up to Zack and shrugs Fine. But someone needs to carry Yorick. Yorick stop being gross. I'm sorry miss Nadia, if you carry him I'd reccomend facing him away. Don't give him the satisfaction. What Yorick? Yorick! You can't use manacles for...well I mean...that's just gross. Blushing Angar passes Yorick along to Nadia and allows Zack to bind his hands, trying not to think about what Yorick said about bondage and Nadia. He follows along without incident all the way to the inn. 

Godrick responds to call, heading out the kitchen exit to find Zack and the others. Hey look who it is! I had just hear you were...wait why is Angar? What? Well I mean that makes sense hes a...what did ya call it again Angar? Death Whisperer Right...that....you really should think of a better name. But he says that's what he does for a living. Contacting the spirits of the dead for people who want to speak to their loved ones...though I admit it's a bit odd but...well the chains...are they...well yeah I can watch him for you. But I'm telling ya Zack he's been well behaved since he's been here, not sure that's going to change. But yes I'll watch him. You should speak to your friend inside though. Think he agreed to help Angar with some kind of investigation. Plague occured on Dalansville recently ya know. Believe he was heading there to investigate the cause or so he says. Ah and the bath yes it's ready should be warming up now.