Nirug opens the door after having stood in the rain for a few minutes.  There is a slight smile on his face as he crouches to step through the door, his clothing thoroughly sodden.  Turning to the group he says, "Sorry for the delay but the rain, it just feels so good.  Like it's washing away all the grime of life and leaving a clean start."  He pauses a moment, looking at their faces and say, "Did I miss sumthin important..."

"I wouldn't worry Nirug," to the half-elf, " You mentioned something about a fee for spending the night and possible supplies? Might I inquire how much to stay and what you have to offer?"

Black Cat will continue to sit in the chair, every now and then preening himself, listening to the conversation. Looking around at the interior of the rooms seeing if there is anything shiny that is calling out to him.

The half-elf smiles. "I wish I could charge more since we don't turn much of a profit up here, but it has to be cheap because, if we're honest, it isn't close to the best living situation you could have, so about 3 silver pieces each to sleep here, and one gold piece for two crates of food, which is about ten pounds of food." The half-eld realizes what Smoke was talking about and says, "Was it the legend of the Blood King you were speaking of, there? Yeah, he's quite the formidable fellow, I hear. The superstitious people of the nearby villages I've visited refer to him as 'The Original Ascendian,' whatever that means. Some kind of religious hogwash from people that don't respect the true religions, like mine, for example."

Jorel will pay for the stay and the food all together, "Thank you again for your hospitality."

Aldin catches what the half elf says and narrows his eyes, "Your true religion? What do you mean by that?"

At the mention of the `Original Ascendian` Black Cat perks up a bit and listens more intently to the conversation.

The half-elf faces Aldin to answer his question. "Well, there are some strange people out there, my friend. Thinking they can create their own religions and have the right to place divinity among their ranks. Idolizing the worst figures to walk this plane. It's an imbalance to the strengths of nature, is what it is, my friends. A pure act of spite to this land. Why would someone want to do that?" Then the half-elf continues, "My religion, on the other hand, finds power deeply rooted from within individuals--its members who rightfully earn it so by practice and hard work."

Excitement fills Smoke when hearing that the half-elf has heard of the Blood King. 

These villages, are they under the uhm supervision of the legions of St. Jarren? And where would these villages be, so we can avoid that kind of hogwash ofcourse. 

Trying to contain the movement of his tail Smoke will take a moment. 

Does the commander of this area follow your religion as well?

Black Cat in the half-elf's own voice speaks up, "More information on Blood King, not familiar. Interested in "ascension" religion, heard about before."

"These villages are under loose governmental supervision, given there is a military encampment at the top of Mount Tyranvar, a multiple week trip from here, but they occasionally send their troops downward this way, and the villagers are quite aware of that," the half-elf responds, then turns to the Kenku, a little surprised to hear his own voice coming from the creature, but continuing on to answer his wonderings. "Well the Blood King is among the most powerful magic-wielders on this plane, specializing in strong blood magic. He's sort of a myth, a religious legend from times of olde, but legend has it he's still alive. I'm not entirely sure how he's connected to this 'ascension' religion you speak of--and yes, I've heard of it myself--but he seems to be a powerful figure in the religion, someway or another."

If you all have nothing else you would like to converse with the half-elf, we can fast-forward to the morning? Will make small time jump unless people object.

(I am ready for a small jump)

(Sounds Good)

[ooc: Good to go.]

(G2g)

(Alright, here's the time jump until morning)

About halfway through your sleep, Jorel, you are the only one to awake to a noise (given you are the only one with a high enough Passive Perception). Jorel, you hear the sound of a crackling fire and a hushed voice. Then, you hear something fall, and you hear the fire erupt even further. The sounds come from the back storage room. Where the half-elf is staying. What will you do?

Jorel will try to quietly move over to the door and figure out whats happening.

Stealth: 22
Perception: 6 Or investigation: 2

Jorel, you are able to stealthily put yourself next to the door and spot the half-elf, who is in the center of the room next to a roaring fire. He is on his knees, seemingly praying and whispering something you can't decipher. The half-elf seems to glow for a moment, before looking to the doorway, as if very suddenly learning something. Make another Stealth check.

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