"Thank you, Abrams. Something to eat, whatever comes to hand would be most welcome. But what I most want is some warm Cha, and I'm sure I can manage that for myself."

Brand glances around the room as he [[if no cha made: ]] puts leaves into a pot and takes a cloth to pour water from the stove(?) [[ Else ]] checks the state of cha on the stove/table [[End If]].

Having made his tea [[ assuming Abrams does not stop him ]] Brand settles at the table opposite his father. "I'm wondering if I should go for a walk; it's a nice night, after all."

With a warming cup of cha in hand, Brand sits down at the end of the table next to his father (who is sitting opposite Fazal).

"I'm wondering if I should go for a walk; it's a nice night, after all," he says to join the conversation.

Bom stops his eating and looks at you in surprise. "Nice night," he says loudly. "It was pissing down before and it could still rain at any moment."

Fazal says nothing, but looks at his larger companion, who has gone back to his noisy eating.

Koric also says nothing, but takes the opportunity to let Brand see him shake his head slightly.

Abram arrives and places a small platter in front of Brand. On it are a chunk of cheese, two small apples and a knife.

Brand laughs, and does his best drop his usual formality. "Aye. You're likely right. Pissing down all day as well, but I hoped it had stopped."

He nods to Fazel, then picks up an apple and bites into it.

[[ BTW, did you have any resolution on this? Now that I realize 18% of the time one wakes from rolling a 20, it's not *that* rare, I suppose.]]

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Brand laughs, and does his best drop his usual formality. "Aye. You're likely right. Pissing down all day as well, but I hoped it had stopped."

He nods to Fazel, then picks up an apple and bites into it.

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[[ BTW, did you have any resolution on this? Now that I realize 18% of the time one wakes from rolling a 20, it's not *that* rare, I suppose.]]

[[For a PC, I would let them wake up. However, if it were an NPC, I would do what was best for the continuing story.]]

 [[ If it helps, Brand will be a fly on the wall for now: listen to any conversation, and wait with the others for Jon to return. He will happily take the time to rest and warm up a little. If Jon does not return, then he will follow Koric's lead, if he does return, he will try to hear the report etc. ]]

Koric and Ahmet resume their conversation; it was about some minor repairs that Brand's father wants Fazal to do to the residence. Meanwhile, Bom and Brand both continue to eat.

About ten minutes later, Ahmet and Bom leave. As Koric and Brand are walking away from the front door after showing Ahmet and his man out, they both hear the door open again and see Jon Lazlo step in, his sack on his shoulder.

Tomas, who has remained waiting off to one side all this time, greets him and Brand sees both relief and deference in Tomas's expression.

Lazlo, claps a hand on Tomas's shoulder and shoos him off to bed before approaching Koric.

"Dead and gone," says Lazlo. "Though I suspect you already know the first... Out of interest, did she see that it was I who did it?"

"I believe she would have seen nothing, the bolt came from behind, but unfortunatelu I did mention your first name."

[[ Hoping it's a common name!]]

Jon frown on hearing this, but then Brand's father says, "Didn't she think you were talking about her bodyguard, I seem to remember he has the same first name."

Brand nods, "She did. And it seems to be not an uncommon name, at least. That said, she's not stupid, I would not assume much with her, I afraid. But, I still believe she saw nothing."

Jon shakes his head in recognition that nothing can be done and then says, "Well my lord, if you have no further use for me tonight, I am off to bed. I am not as young as I used to be."

Koric shakes his head and then says, "I agree, I won't be out of bed much longer myself." He then adds, "Your boy did well tonight. You should be proud of him."

"I am," says Jon, who then bows and turns to leave.

Brand waits until Jon and Tomas have left, then says "Sorry about the slip earlier; I will be more cautious in future. But there was one other thing I wanted to ask before I sleep: after  I left Last Chance, it fell. I thought the garrison was wiped out. Did you hear of many survivors of the garrison making it back here?"

Koric frowns in thought and then says, "I heard that a boat was sent, but that it arrived too late... As far as I've heard, no one escaped. Why do you ask?"

"Earlier today, a hand leader from the temple who was watching the School of Occult Studies, with his whole hand, recognised me in the street. I overheard his conversation with his people in which he said my presence meant that this was 'above their paygrade'. I also recognized him: he was in last chance around the time I was. I found it odd that he was now a temple hand leader. I also found it concerning."

[[Edit:]] "He might recognise me normally, but he probably wouldn't have made the other comment if he did not know my connection to your work. Which he would possibly only know if he was involved in the operations there."

Koric ponders for a moment and then asks if Brand knows what the man's name is. He also asks if Brand is willing to describe the man to an artist, so that a drawing can be made of him.

"But not tonight," he adds. "It is time for some sleep, today has been very taxing."

[[Couldn't have said it better myself. Night.]]

[[ Cya and good night! ]]

[[ Brand agrees to seeing the artist and further suggests he might try to find out the mans name the next day. He then returns to the attic and cleans his bandolier, armour and weapons, then puts the pencil and paper beside the bed, the bandolier under the pillow, and retires for the night.

If he has any of the previous dreams, which he fully expects to have, then he will try say "Who are you?" before he wakes, then draw/note as much detail as he can of the eyes and the surrounding face. ]]

Brand wakes late the next morning after having slept like a log, and if he had any dreams he can't remember them.

[[ Woo hoo! 24 hour party time as well. How is Andrews fight going? ]]

[[ Have to have words with Mikkel then. Slacker. ]]

Brand rises and dresses in the cleanest clothes he can find, adds belt and bandolier, then heads downstairs in search of breakfast, or at least cha.

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[[ Woo hoo! 24 hour party time as well. How is Andrews fight going? ]]

[[Slowly. It took me sometime to cobble together a map and his knowledge of the 5E system is non-existent. FYI, I'm more concerned about his character in this fight than I was about Brand in yours. If he plays sensibly, he should be alright, but... I think he's playing bridge today, so nothing is happening at the moment.]]

[[ Have to have words with Mikkel then. Slacker. ]]

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Brand rises and dresses in the cleanest clothes he can find, adds belt and bandolier, then heads downstairs in search of breakfast, or at least cha.

While Brand is dressing, there is a discreet knock on the door. It's Mikkel, who asks if you would like him to bring you some cha.

"That would be most welcome, thank you Mikkel"

[[Edit]] Brand considers his surrounds and grimaces, "Though I might take it in the courtyard."

He takes the book he bought yesterday with him.

[[I presume I have no capacity to help Andrew?]]