"Yes, that would perhaps be.... for the best," Renin says carefully, relaxing in relief as Krov manages to calm down. The ranger is surprised that their scaly companion has such strength left after sustaining such injuries during the fight against the manticore. Clearly, they had underestimated whatever darkness Krov carried. Perhaps a visit to a priest would be in order.

"We all need rest, I think. You most of all, Krov. Come now, let us return to town."

"I don't think I've ever seen them in the same place. But that means nothing."

Adabra started back as Krov leaped at Whiskey. Seeing that he's calmed down and the others seem to be fine, she goes back inside and returns with a waterskin of water that she motions for them all to drink. She walks over to the manticore, scratching at her face as she considers it. "Reckon can do something with that tail."

She turns as she hears about the mention to town. "You're welcome to stay for a while, get yourself together. It is a bit of a trek."

((No, you're good Smendrick. Somehow forgot that was how you were doing his dialogue. Ignore it and as you were.))

"That sounds lovely ma'am thank you for your hospitality." Whiskey puts a hand on Krov's arm "Krov... Who did you think was here?"

Krov freezes in place as Whiskey asks his question, and his hand holds the handle of his greatsword, shaking, and you just now notice that tied with a black and red thread to the swords handle is a mumified raven's claw, which is kind of a trinket. Krov holds it tight but carefuly as to not damage it. He looks at Whiskey with sad eyes and tells him in a hushed voice so the others dont hear.

For Whiskey only:

 Krov gets up and hugs Whiskey as he walks away, trying to isolate himself in a dark corner.

Whiskey takes the hug happily and lets Krov walk away thoguh first tells him "Do not be sorry for the burdens forced upon you, you still have a good soul."

What ever it is, Krov, we will help you sort through it.  Weather someone is out to get you, or if it is all in your head, or both...Any time you would like to talk about it, yes?  Take Adabra, here, she's as good at hearing as she is at healing.

 Adabra walks toward Krov but doesn't crowd him. "I don't know what troubles you. And it might not be my place to know. But you put yourself between danger and someone you did not know. That is a proof of what you are."

 Adabra walks toward Krov but doesn't crowd him. "I don't know what troubles you. And it might not be my place to know. But you put yourself between danger and someone you did not know. That is a proof of what you are."

That friends is the true mark of a hero, strong, true, and good. Krov, no matter what happened to you in the past, you are one of the good guys now.  Roscoe, getting philosophical as he closes in on adulthood.

Whiskey sits and absent mindedly cleans his pipes. "As I'm sure you have our backs, we have yours Krov. What ever sins made in the past... they're a different thing entirely. We are who we are because of those things. However, that does not mean they define who we are." Whiskey gives a smile and lays back as he sits his eyes begin to drift down a bit and before he knows it, Whiskey falls asleep

"Yes, your hospitality is greatly appreciated," Renin says to Adabra. "I am comfortable resting on the floor, if others have need of whatever furniture you may have. Before the sun goes down, though, I should like to examine this manticore. Such monsters often have valuable parts..."

Survival to check for harvesting useful/valuable parts of the manticore: 18

Krov sits on a darkened corner and all you see now is his sword and his silver eyes, as his dark scales blend into the darkness and you hear a faint

Thank you... I now know i can count on you, and perhaps im not as evil as i think... Just perhaps. But how can i be... *yawn* defined by a past that i dont... remember...

And you hear a small thud against the wall as Krov falls asleep, completly exhausted.

Renin, as you look, you figure the teeth, claws, and especially the tail spines will be of value. A good knife should be enough.

((In the future, we'll use Nature. But you rolled high enough in any case))

"The two of you should get some sleep. You'll be able to get back to town before it gets too dark. I"ll wake you up."

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"But of course. I'll be at this beast while the body is fresh, then turn in. My people need little rest," Renin says, moving to harvest what useful parts of the manticore as he is able. Once he's done, he goes inside to join the others, pausing to stare at Krov's slumbering form for a moment. Such a troubled soul.... Renin hoped the dragonborn could find peace. With that thought in mind, he made himself comfortable and drifted off for the night.

(Should we update our sheets with a long rest now?)

((Yup))

The morning light comes in through the open door, waking you enough to feel your muscles ache from the strange positions you fell asleep in. Above, you hear Adabra moving around. 

There's a low table in the corner of the room. On it is a pitcher of water and some bread and dried meat. 

Krov is the first to wake up. He was no stranger to waking up early, in strange positions and with a little bit of muscle strain, after all, all the nightmares he has do him that favor. Krov gets up and stretches all his muscles, as a low grumble of stretching scales and leather fill the room, and the big dragonborn yawns, rubbing his eyes and making sure all his equipement was still on him and making sure all his friends are inside the room and in good condition. He stares a bit longer at Whiskey, flashbacks of how he almost hurt him during his blind rage poping back into his mind, but he shakes his head and sits on the table, drinking some water and eating all the dried meat, leaving only bread for his mates. It was a bit of a jerk move, but Krov loved his dried meat and he just couldnt resist such a treat, after all such a big boy like himself had to eat a good morning meal to be able to protect the innocent! Thats what he thought as he gulps the last piece of dried meat with a big grin on his scaly face.

He silently waits for his friends to wake up, as he looks at himself on a little mirror he carries arround.

Whiskey gets up rubbing his neck thinking himself stupid for not sleeping in a position that would feel nice. “Hey Krov. How’d you sleep.” Whiskey’s smooth voice cracks as he speaks as it usually does in the morning. Whiskey pours himself some water downs the glass with some bread. “Aw man, that feels so much better.” After his glass of water whiskey once more sounds smooth as always. Whiskey stretches out a bit getting the tightness out of his muscles and once more makes sure his pipes are clean and blows a few notes off them. And gives a smile at the beautiful tone

Ive had way worse nights, at least i had company. Krov says with a smile as he looks at himself in the mirror, plucking out a broken scale from yesterdays fight. Despite broken, my scales are as beautiful as ever, deep shining black scales, a black so dark it looks like a void itself- He then looks himself in the eyes thru the mirror- And its beautiful how my silver eyes contrast so much with it... He then points the mirror to Whiskey. Even the smoothest of voices cracks, the toughest of scales break, and the most beautiful notes can sound twisted, but that doesnt make them ugly at all, quite the contrary, destruction is beautiful. Krov says glaring at Whiskey thru the mirror with a smile. A little bit of morning apreciation and thoughts, i beg your pardon, sometimes i get a bit philosophical... He stops for a bit, still looking at the mirror, looking at the others thru it. But even evil has its own beauty... corrupted, twisted and broken monsters, despite their evil nature, they are beautiful in a certain way... But does beauty make them less or more evil? They could easily charm you with their looks, or scare you into a paralisies so they have a better chance at killing you, but they could also be beautiful souls trapped in a twisted body and perhaps they lived long enough to see themselves twist and break so badly, that they became the vilains... How twisted yet beautiful life is. Krov puts down the mirror and looks at Whiskey face to face, almost as if snaping back into his usual big yet soft self. Oh- G-good morning by the way. S-sorry i ate all the dried meat...

"I trust we all rested well, then," Renin says, looking around for Adabra. "Let's be off as soon as our host is ready. If we make good time, we can return to town before lunch."