"I agree, things will hopefully look clearer in the morning, for now, lets keep a hold on our wayward friend, perhaps shifts of two at a time, easy enough to arrange between us." Looking at the smaller tiefling,  Survivor will smile, "I suppose I could just sit on him." Watching Aura's quick punch, "Or that could work too."

Ashtear blanks for a moment at the sudden punch,  Then, moves to pull out a vial, mixing a concotion briefly and use it like smelling salts on Albanus, unsure of what to say with that brisk solution attempt.  Except to note Aura's impulsive nature for the future. 
(Take Guidance. 1d4 If there is a roll.)

Albanus listens to the conversation his friends are having about him as if he's not present.  It doesn't phase him much as he is somewhat used to it: a black dragon-scaled tiefling sorcerer becomes used to such behaviour.  He takes another sip of his wine thinking over what his friends have learned about Janice, doubt still in his mind.  Swirling his wine in the glass, he thinks Should have confronted her with someone with me.  All this craziness is my fault.  As Aura recounts her memory of a succubus, Albanus comes to realize that, if what his friends are saying is true, they are in danger and they will need to restrain him in multiple ways to protect themselves.  He notes with interest what Aura says about the Ethereal Plane, and how Janice can appear wherever she wants.  He shivers at the thought.  Another thought pops up: Maybe Janice herself has been charmed?  Albanus will put that away for later.

"Does anyone else think that shed was a strange place to keep that magic item that can see invisibility?" Albanus begins, turning to the group.  "Maybe that was a meeting place of sorts?  I wonder, if we just ask Janice about it, we might - ooof!"  Albanus' words are abruptly cut off as he spits his wine all over his companions, reeling from the gutshot punch from Aura, falling to a knee.  A flash of anger overcomes Albanus, turning his eyes from black to intense and flashing red as the vision of his draconic ancestor appears in his mind.  He looks at Aura, "Nice punch, monk," he manages to say through gasps and coughs.  "Though I'm sure a slap would have also worked," Albanus adds, wiping his face to get the wine off.  Allowing Ashtear to place something under his nose, Albanus coughs and snorts but feels a bit sharper somehow.  Albanus smiles and thanks Ash as he stands, eyes going back to black again as he calms down, and gets more wine.  "I'm for whatever you all decide to do.  Advance warning might be helpful - in some cases," he says, with a grinning glance to Aura.

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Albanus listens to the conversation his friends are having about him as if he's not present.  It doesn't phase him much as he is somewhat used to it: a black dragon-scaled tiefling sorcerer becomes used to such behaviour.  He takes another sip of his wine thinking over what his friends have learned about Janice, doubt still in his mind.  Swirling his wine in the glass, he thinks Should have confronted her with someone with me.  All this craziness is my fault.  As Aura recounts her memory of a succubus, Albanus comes to realize that, if what his friends are saying is true, they are in danger and they will need to restrain him in multiple ways to protect themselves.  He notes with interest what Aura says about the Ethereal Plane, and how Janice can appear wherever she wants.  He shivers at the thought.  Another thought pops up: Maybe Janice herself has been charmed?  Albanus will put that away for later.

"Does anyone else think that shed was a strange place to keep that magic item that can see invisibility?" Albanus begins, turning to the group.  "Maybe that was a meeting place of sorts?  I wonder, if we just ask Janice about it, we might - ooof!"  Albanus' words are abruptly cut off as he spits his wine all over his companions, reeling from the gutshot punch from Aura, falling to a knee.  A flash of anger overcomes Albanus, turning his eyes from black to intense and flashing red as the vision of his draconic ancestor appears in his mind.  He looks at Aura, "Nice punch, monk," he manages to say through gasps and coughs.  "Though I'm sure a slap would have also worked," Albanus adds, wiping his face to get the wine off.  Allowing Ashtear to place something under his nose, Albanus coughs and snorts but feels a bit sharper somehow.  Albanus smiles and thanks Ash as he stands, eyes going back to black again as he calms down, and gets more wine.  "I'm for whatever you all decide to do.  Advance warning might be helpful - in some cases," he says, with a grinning glance to Aura.

 (Alright go ahead and make another wisdom saving throw, and add a d4 from Ashtears guidance) 

19+3

((Just to move things along a little, you guys go ahead and take a long rest, taking a few shifts at watching Albanus just in case. It is a pretty uneventful night however. 

The next morning you all awake, refreshed and rejuvinated, ready to start your investigation in full. Downstairs you can hear Tom making himself busy with what smells like a breakfast being cooked and the sound of one or two impatient farmers waiting for their meals. 

The day is yours, what would you like to do?

Dain gets up and moves downstairs.

"What ye be making fer breakfast?" Dain asks Tom as he takes a seat at the bar again.  "Smelling fair good..."  He remarks.  He orders some food and ale, then eats as he waits for the others to join him.

Albanus will make his way downstairs, famished; he'll order some wine, cheese, and some bread.  "Yes, it does dear dwarf," he'll remark to Dain as he joins him at the bar.

Vulgrom gets up early, barely light. A nice wash then prayers to All-Father. Vulgrom had been thinking of his comrades. The mention of succubus, too? Troubling times. It was was the reason he was out in the world again. What would his little girls think of him now? Not that it mattered. He kisses his late wife's chain around his neck and goes downstairs to meet the rest of the party...

Blessing of the Forge
At the end of a long rest, you can imbue magic into a weapon or armour by touching a non-magical version. Until your next long rest or you die, the object grants a +1 bonus to either AC or attack and damage rolls. You can't use this feature again until you finish a long rest.

This is will be on the Warhammer (which I have customised on the sheet).

"Ooo, breakfast! One of the many blessing of the morning!" Vulgrom hops onto a stool next to Dain, "How'd you sleep, Dain? Not too shabby beds, in truth!" He's quick to order a cooked breakfast with ale happy to converse about anything and everything while they wait.

Aura is another one to wake up fairly early, her training getting her used to it at this point. After a bit of meditation in her and Ashtear's room, to calm the nerves from the earlier night, the Genasi makes her way downstairs, looking for her party members so she can stay close to them as well. In her usual quiet voice, she says. "Hi..." She looks at Albanus with a bit of concern. "If I'm not mistaken... You should still be charmed, right? It'll probably last a full day, so... We just need to stay careful..."

Ashtear comes down and sits across from Albanus. "So... How do you feel? For lack of a better term.. Feel charmed still?"   Looking at him eveninly, Ashtear starts to mix together materials from her bag one at a time, grinding leaves, adding in a viscious liquid, creating a small bright blue pill the size of a plum. "I was thinking about it,  I made this.  It's not going to taste good... but I think it might help? Want to try it? Uh.. We might have to slap you again though, maybe a few times."    

(If you choose to accept it, and the potential Slap Fest. Enhance Ability will give you advantage on a stat for an hour. So.. we could smack you for a while.  Probably would've been better to do that last night, or at least upstairs in the room-not in a public hall. So we could move back to a room if you wanted to do that not-in public.)

Manfred is one of the last ones down, still not quite used to the early mornings that life on the road demands. After he awakens and freshens up, he pulls a ratty, torn up looking flyer from under his pillow and returns it to his pockets. He looks at himself for some moments in the nearest mirror, puts on his biggest smile and goes back downstairs.

He greets the others warmly,  and orders tea and some biscuits.

"The morning gives one perspective, no? My apologies if I seemed a bit off last night. I was angry that that creature had outfoxed us so completely last night. I have only ever been so completely tricked once before and it led to some...very tragic consequences. Still, we've have our innings yet, eh? Besides I have a surprise for all of you. I've written every one of the song." He taps the side of his nose. "I hope the opportunity presents itself to perform each of your little pieces."

He taps Albanus on the shoulder. "If you'd rather not take a few more punches, we can find a few tasks for you that would not put you in Janice's path until after the spell wears off. Of course, I don't think any of us, even the big man, can punch you quite as hard our as our monk friend."

Survivor would have risen before dawn and moved out to the edge or just outside of town and taken some time to do some exercises with his greataxe, politely stopping if any civilians had to pass. When he was done he'd have joined the others for breakfast, "Have we made any decisions yet?"

"The answers pretty obvious, isn't it?" Vulgrow burps, his plate only holding crumbs and streaks of what was once sauce, "at the very least, she has some answers about our guy!"

“I accept,” Albanus answers calmly. “Though you will need to tie me down and gag me. When I get hurt, he - I - can get angry. If you all think this might work, I’m happy to oblige.”  Albanus will order some more wine until he hears what they’re going to do. Then, he’ll order some more. 

Manfred assists the tiefling in getting some more wine in his belly, ordering a bottle and filling Albanus's glass whenever it gets less than half-full. 

"What other tasks does this day hold for us? I imagine we should talk to the family of the three gents who disappeared, a wife and daughter, I think. Perhaps we can even poke around their place a bit. And the magistrate might have some news of Johan. He lowers his voice considerably. "And of course, there is the demoness herself. We need to get into her home." He calls the bartender over to refill Albanus's glass and while Tom is there, Manfred says very casually. "Tom, does Janice work tonight? What time does she come in? She asked me for some voice lessons -- I thought I might have a chance to give her some instruction before her shift today." 

Deception Check: 13

Survivor will glance down at himself then back to the others, “Perhaps I might not be the best suited to talk to the family. But the guardsmen seemed observant enough, perhaps I could talk to them.”

"Are we really to talk to families after finding... her?!" Vulgrom goes to pick up his flagon for its to find it empty. After a grumbled word he leans forward, "Men disappear from a town and we find... something like that walking around, charming our own at first glance. Aura, I take it she a force to reckoned with?" The dwarf leans back to order a new ale before looking around for answers.

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Manfred assists the tiefling in getting some more wine in his belly, ordering a bottle and filling Albanus's glass whenever it gets less than half-full. 

"What other tasks does this day hold for us? I imagine we should talk to the family of the three gents who disappeared, a wife and daughter, I think. Perhaps we can even poke around their place a bit. And the magistrate might have some news of Johan. He lowers his voice considerably. "And of course, there is the demoness herself. We need to get into her home." He calls the bartender over to refill Albanus's glass and while Tom is there, Manfred says very casually. "Tom, does Janice work tonight? What time does she come in? She asked me for some voice lessons -- I thought I might have a chance to give her some instruction before her shift today." 

Deception Check: 26

 Tom has a jolly smile and although conolaining about being so tired last night, seems to have his energy back today. He pauses and thinks for a second before responding, aye, just like most nights she usually be coming in around five. Good on ya too! With talent like yours she could really learn a few things I'm sure! 

Be remembering we be suppose ta be finding out what happened ta da other guild lad." Dain reminds the group.  "Me thinks we should be going out ta dat farm ta see what da guild lad was checking on out there."