As the first to physically head to the rooms to get some rest, Ura finds them to be different. Both were on the third floor, and even within the same hallway.

The key with the 'P1' tag was a rather fancy room for 'well-to-do' individuals.  The linens were all embroidered and brightly colored. Among it's contents were two queen size beds, two wardrobes with counter mirrors and water basins, and a round table in the center with four chairs.  A vase of flowers sat in the center, and two paintings of countryside scenery hung on the side walls. There was also a tall window, with a view that looked out onto the city roof tops.

The key with the 'B2' tag, across the hallway, and only about fifteen feet down was of a lesser quality, though nothing for one to turn their nose up to.  The linens were simpler, though still well cleaned and managed. The room was larger, though out of necessity, as it held four full size beds. Each bed had a small chest of drawers at the foot of it, and several wall hooks nearby for hanging garments, though strong enough to hold pretty much anything that one would need to hang there. A lesser window also offered a view of the city, though most of it was taken up by the Arbitrator's Spire.

Kel managed to make it to the spa desk without having to draw his sword. He greeted the receptionist and payed for a private bath, cold, with an herbal balm. (Services 5cp+: Paying 1sp) Once the room was ready, Kel entered and unslung his pack, rested his weapons against the wall, and began the process of removing his armor. He ached fiercely, the heat having done some damage to him via transferal. He'd have to clean his gear as well. He undressed, lowering himself slowly into the cold water and allowing it to disperse the heat his body had contained. Soon he felt very little, letting his mind go to other places while his hands took the time to wipe the interior of his gear down. He polished the gold on his chest, back, and horns while he was at it.

At length, he toweled off, dressed, then awkwardly hoisted armor, weapons and gear and made his way out of the room. Unaware of any mysterious benefactors, Kel politely asks the staff where he can sleep off his fatigue. Being led to a room somewhere within the building, Kel neatly stows his affects, rests his greatsword near at hand, opens his cask of Tej and pours himself a drink from his private stash. At a glance the large room held other beds with other guests but it was what it was. Kel finished the cup and poured himself another in rapid succession. The drink was sweet from the honey and burned nicely from its fermentation. He ate of the bread Atal had handed him earlier to trick his stomach into shutting up, finished his drink, washed it down with some water from his waterskin, and packed everything up, stowing it close to his bed. That done, Kel flopped upon the bed and surrendered to the darkness of sleep once more.

((Subject to change/variation based on PC/NPC interaction))

Uthal heads back down and drops the key to P1 in Atal's hand. Without a word he then heads back up to B2. He slowly takes off his armour and lays in on the ground beside one of the beds, taking the time to clean each piece as he does. He then does the same sort of maintenance for his hammer before hanging it on one of the hooks. 

He sits in his priestly garments and takes out Cedric's letters, reading the oldest one. 

Atal sticks his head into the first room and stares for a bit at the display.  "Not bad," he murmurs, "But a step above what I'm usually comfortable with."  Exiting the flowery room, he enters more utilitarian room.  He's about to nod in satisfaction, until he catches sight of the window, and the huge Spire rising up above it.  "... nope," Atal says, crossing back over quickly and laying claim to one of the beds in the better room. 

After washing himself off in one of the basins, and inspecting his wounds for a bit, Atal arranges his things around him - a force of habit from living on the streets.  His weapons hidden at various strategic points around the mattress, his pack within sight, he settles on the bed and sits, cross-legged, looking out over the city rooftops.

"I can't believe I traveled so far, only to see that people don't change no matter where you end up," he observes, squinting at cityscape and wondering at how the attitudes of humans never really changed, not even on this new continent.  He also takes a moment to consider his companions, in particular Kel and Anaeris.  The former seemed like a bastion of grit-toothed pessimism and cynicism.  The latter, like a naive, wide-eyed optimist expecting a reward for good behavior.  

They seemed similar to him.  Atal snickered slightly to himself, wondering if Kel would brain him, if he could have heard what he was thinking.  But they did, at least to Atal's limited experience.  He was only a hundred and twenty six -- pretty young, for an elf; and to be honest, he could only really clearly remember the last 30 or so of them.  But even in that time, Atal had learned from watching his brothers and sisters on the streets, and the people who'd tried to help them out of the societally-induced poverty.  The people who were the most like Kel, had always started out the most like Anaeris. At the heart of every cynic is a disappointed idealist.

He frowned slightly as his muscles began to relax, the first overtures of the Trance reaching their tendrils out towards his mind, offering him an escape from the trials of the last few days.  And where are you, Atalura?  he ask himself, as his vision fades.  The voice is familiar; childish and feminine, even though Atal knows he's alone in his memories.  The dirty face of a human girl appears before him, her teeth shining white as she smiles, and her eyes sparkling in the morning sun.  Atalura, she says again, and Atal feels a smile forming on his face at seeing her again; his best friend, his first friend, his dead friend. 

"Mira," he says, reaching out to her.  And in the trance, he takes her hand. 

Are you a cynic, or an idealist? she asks him. 

"I don't see why I can't be both," he answers her cheekily, full of confidence, as they run through the streets of Spandelyion.

Oh, she says, nearly tripping.  I don't think you can be both.  Splitting yourself in two probably won't end well for you, she scolds him.

"I split myself in two every evening," Atal replies to her.  Or was he Ura then?  He can't quite remember, but the Trance doesn't care; this moment of happiness is crystalized in his mind, regardless of the details.  "I think I'll manage."

Well, if you say so, Mira answers, shrugging in a careless manner that's very familiar to Atal, now.  He hadn't remembered he'd picked that up from her.  But her next words catch his attention.  Just be careful, Atalura.  People who get greedy and try to have everything usually end up with nothing at all.  Don't hurt yourself, okay?

"I'm trying, Mira. I'm trying," he replies, as the Trance overwhelms him, trapping him in happier times for a short while.

Having chosen the simpler of the two rooms, this also meant Uthal chose that with the ill-fitting bed that was shorter than he was tall. He drew the oldest dated of Cedric’s letters, that Felix had given to him, prior to departing Cathaan. 

Trevor,

If what you say is true, then the simple abuse of his position is the least of our worries. Regis Hammerfell must be stopped, though the Temple would not allow it without due cause and substantial evidence.

At most, from what you’ve provided in your previous letters, the best case scenario would simply be a slap on the wrist for potentially taking bribes from the Baron. Regis could just as easily produce that in coffers and say that everything was a donation to the Temple, on the Baron’s behalf.

I will agree to aid in what way I can. In three month’s time, my ward and I will make our way to Cathaan. The kingdom will be hosting the welcoming festival for immigrants and travelers, due to the open borders, and it will provide ample cause for the journey.

Thank you for confiding in me, old friend. I know it mustn’t be easy to have to come to terms with such a betrayal, especially from someone as close to you; your own mentor, for years. You have never given me a reason to not trust your intuition, so it with full heart that I dedicate my efforts to assisting you and the Temple of Light, in bringing justice to these atrocities.

Your Friend and Brother in Service,

Cedric

Once the group had come to a decision concerning their next move, and began heading off to complete their respective business, Anearis decided to head to one of the rooms D'armes had arranged for the party. The elf thought it would be rude to refuse this gift from the Arbitrator. He first stopped at B2. This more "modest" room would suffice. He took the time clean his wounds and his cloth before preparing himself for medidation. Like he had done so many times before, he sat down cross-legged on the floor, placed his hands on his knees, closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. He tried to focus, to listen, to open his mind to what little part of nature flowed in this city.

Ever since Anearis had come to this continent, he had felt like he didn't really belong in this place. Especially in such an urban environment. Anearis was more used to the woods where his tribe resided. The brief time they were on the road felt like he was back home, even for a little while.

Home. He began to think about those he had left behind. No one else from his tribe had ever gone has far away from their home as him. A sense of nostalgia and worry began to wash over him. Never had he thought that his quest would take this kind of proportion. However, he couldn't allow doubt to seep in. He had to steel his resolve and press on.

His mind then wandered to his new travel companions. They were...peculiar, to say the least. All capable warriors in their own rights. It was their way of thinking that had Anearis uncertain. It surprised the elf himself that he would be found in such company. Although, he figured that without them, he wouldn't be alive anymore, and they seemed to share a common goal, even if the motivation behind it differed.

Anearis' meditation continued. His body healed and his strength replenished, ready to face the next challenges.

Before laying down Uthal says a silent prayer over the letter. "Goddess of the Moon, hear my prayer. I do not know why you sent me on this task but I think I am beginning to understand. At first I thought I was taking the old man's place but now I see you needed someone stronger. Help me to have the strength to complete your task and guide me in helping these new ... friends .... yes, friends. Keep your light upon us and help us to be strong in the darkness."

Uthal then tucks the letter pack into his bag and lays down on the bed. By now he's used to beds not being his size. At the monastery it had taken him quite a while to convince old Alric to build him a proper sized bed. He shifts a bit to find a comfortable position before drifting off to sleep.

 The sun is still high in the sky, as the day approaches its fifteenth hour.

Kel, unaware of the private rooms that had been supplied to the group, is now the only one within the large public rooms, but several of the beds still had packs and belongings nearly stowed beneath them; either the property of those too trusting or those familiar with the Maiden's Bossom's policy on theft. (Either entirely possible)

Anearis and Uthal, in the basic room, one in a trance while the other crammed himself sound asleep in the little bed. From the configuration of Uthal's body, he'd be waking with a stiff neck, though likely something he'd done before and just shrugged off.

Ander's whereabout were not entirely known to himself, as he decided to get drunk, prior to losing consciousness, this time on his own accord. However, most of the customer's walking around the tavern of the Maiden's Bossom would know him to be the drunken knight in the corner, sleeping off a hard day's drinking.

In the finer room however, Atalura's trance is disrupted by a knock at the door.

((All party members have had a long rest.))

When Atal comes out of his trance, his hands are already instinctively reaching for the dagger under his pillow.  After checking on Dilthen and quickly affixing his weapons to himself, he gets up and approaches the door.  Holding himself ready to dodge if whomever behind the door means less than well, he opens it a crack, and peeks through.  "Yeah?" he says.

"Good afternoon dear. Or, potentially morning, for you." The knock at the door had been from the Maiden's proprieter, Valentina.  She stood at the door to Atal's room with a wheeled tray cart, carrying plates of food. "I thought you all might like some food, before we start prepping for the evening rush," she says as pushes the door open with the cart.  She looks around the otherwise empty room. "I had assumed the big fellas would have been in this room, what with the larger beds and all, but I know just as well as anyone that sometimes a girl needs her privacy, regardless of the appearance we put on."

Valentina gives Atal a wink, being both a rather astute individual, but also having experienced both Ura and Atal, in the same context with the party.  "Should I take the rest to the other room, or would you rather I put it on the table for you all to eat together.  I wouldn't want to just presume any further."  Valentina smiles and winks again, while awaiting Atal's response.

The food on the tray was a novel sort, though in a different way that the meal the previous night.  Rather than a plate with meat, bread, and a salad, it was instead a contraption merging the three. The meat and vegetables were thinned-sliced and layered between two slices of bread.  Aside this food stack were potatoes, though rather than mashed or roasted whole, they to were sliced, dipped in oil, and fried, to create a crispy potato slice. It created a meal void of requiring utensils, but without resorting to barbaric etiquette.

Kel sat in bed with his eyes closed for another few minutes after he awoke. ...O Great Flame, First Fire of the world and Eternal Pyre...just five more minutes... Kel sat himself up, rubbed his aching shoulders and cracked his neck. He let the stiffness of his body rest upon him for a moment before he stood and stretched. He cleared his eyes of sleep and got to the task of gathering his equipment. He didn't don his armor above the waist, just a loose shirt of black linen covering his chest and arms, instead securing it to his kit bag and stowing his weapons. He glanced at the empty room and shrugged, likely the others he had met made their own arrangements or, unlikely, were in and out while he slept. He left the room, leaving nothing that was his behind.

Kel entered the bar proper and sat himself on a stool, resting his weapons next to him. He tapped on the bar lightly before spotting the human Ander drunkenly asleep in a corner. He shook his head in some surprise but dismissed his forming thoughts. There was food to be had before any business was to be done.

"Well, we're an odd bunch who enjoy making questionable life decisions," Atal tells Valentina, accepting the tray of food onto the table gratefully.  "But thank you kindly for the food, and even more for the discretion," he adds, his already high evaluation of the Maiden going up a few more notches.  "I appreciate it.  Hmm… I'll get the others, but knowing us - if you see any stragglers hanging around various parts of the Bossom, send them right up.  Tell them about the food, it might be an effective bribe," he says with a large smile.  Following Valentina out of the room, he takes the opportunity to pound on the door to B2, saying just loud enough to be heard through the door, "I'm holding the food hostage in my room!  Come and get it, or I'm going to eat all the crispy potato slices before you get a chance to experience them."

Awaken from his trance by the sound of knocking on the door, Anearis stood up. He recognized Atal's voice and questionable sense of humor. "I will be out in but a few minutes." he said. He did a few stretching exercices and gathered his things. About 10 minutes later, he steps out of the room and heads down to P1.

Uthal rolls over in the bed and sits up, his spine making audible cracks as he twists. He simply nods to Atal and then puts on his armour. Before he leaves he takes his hammer from the hook and then heads across for food. 

Having left the cart in the room, Valentina went back down to the main floor of the Maiden’s Bossom. The tavern itself was fairly empty, both of staff and customers, as while this time of day tended to be slow for most of what was offered. There were the few regulars in for a smoke or a drink, or well-off individuals that considered this to be a rest stop of their standards, for a day or two before continuing on.

Valentina returned to her position of power behind the bar, overseeing her economic kingdom. There was a half-elf tending the bar, though returned to the kitchen area upon Valentina relieving him. She moved over to Kel, whom she spotted and placed a glass in front of him, “Compliments of the Arbitrator. If he’s buying you all drinks, I’m sure his preferred tastes are a worthwhile charge.” The glass was short with a curved bottom, and she filled it with an opaque blue liquid, that seemed to swirl within the glass, every so often a glint of a red flame seemed to appear.

Bending down, Valentina moved to organize bottles beneath the counter, or something of the sort, judging by the clinking sound of glass. “Oh, and when you’re done, the rest of your group is about to have lunch up in P1. Maybe bring him to— Hey! Shove off!” While at first motioning towards the direction of Ander, which Kel had seen when coming down to the bar, she quickly straightened up and threw something spherical in that direction, causing three kobold to scatter.

Two ran back to their table with a human and a hobgoblin, while the third ran for the door, smacking his face straight into Vincent’s knee, as he entered. “Best be getting back to your table, Nitt. Break’s almost over,” Vincent practically growled at the creature, though it was one of annoyance rather than anger. Vincent continued on his path into the rear of the tavern, leaving the dazed kobold there, shaking his head in order to get his bearing.

Eventually he scrambled to rejoin the others. All three kept snickering and casting glances back at Ander, as while he drunkenly slept, the three seized the opportunity to draw stick figures on Ander’s face, performing crude acts. “On second thought, I’m gonna need one too.” Valentina places an identical glass in front of her, and poured the same liquid as she did for Kel. “It’s only charcoal, but as I was saying, you might want to wake your friend and take him to.”

Kel started as the glass was placed before him, looking up and then smiling at the familiar face of Valentina. Kel looked down and recognized the drink as she poured it for what it was, drawing his grin just a bit wider. He nodded in thanks. "I wasn't aware he was buying." Kel flipped through a Bossom book as he picked up the drink and brought it close enough to feel the heat. He put it back down before he drank though as she continued, his brow furrowing as she spoke. "P One...the others have a room here? I wasn't aware of that either..." Kel ducked slightly out of reflex as the object sailed past him, and smashed near the table Ander was at. He shook his head and eyed the three kobolds before turning back to his drink.

"I hardly know them..." Kel stated as he turned back, perusing the book of the Maidens goods. "...I joined my blade with them because the monsters outside were a threat. I went to the barracks because the Arbitrator himself asked me to. I will conclude the business the Arbitrator has with them soon and decide from there." He said the last bit while picking up the drink and watching the fire dance within the glass. "I'm not sure where the First Fire will lead me, but I do hope it keeps me close to the good company and hospitality of your fine establishment." He clinked her glass with his. "And with some coin in both our pockets." He winked and took a sip of his drink, allowing the liquid fire to snake its way down his throat and ignite the pyre in his gut.

Kel tapped his finger on a line in the page for smoking options. "I see you have Vanilla as a smoking option, it pairs nicely." He raised his cup. "I recommend it if you fancy the pipe." He took another small sip and placed the drink down with a glance. "This might sound out of place, but could your kitchen do breakfast for dinner? Something with eggs and pork?" 

Valentina downed the glass in a single gulp, after raising it in response to Kel. "Forgive me for not being able to keep pace sipping a spitfire, with a tiefling," she chuckled. "But, late last night, or early this morning, dependin' on how you look at it; the Arbitrator opened a bar tab and paid for some rooms for you all. I assumed you were with them in one of the rooms." She retreated back to whatever organizing she had been doing under the bar, previously, but continued talking as she did. "As far as dinner, the kitchen is prepping right now, a set menu, due to our flow. I can recommend some places around that could oblige." She stood back up, stretching her back as she did. "But if you're hungry right now, I just dropped off meals for your entire group upstairs. You're welcome to take your drink with you-" Valentina stopped for a second thinking about what Kel had just said. "-though since you're not exactly with them, I can see about wrestling you up something right here."

"Anything seldom had ought to be enjoyed to its fullest." He gave a slight nod to her drinking skills and took another sip of his own drink. As she offered alternative places to eat, Kel waved a hand dismissively. "A passing fancy, I am certain that whatever your kitchen is currently serving will more than suffice." Kel glanced over at Ander again and tilted and bobbed his head, his inner monologue decided. "Since it appears I have some time before business with the others commences I think I will have that smoke after all with the meal." He pulled out some copper from his money pouch and kept them under his hand on the bar. 

After having eaten their very late breakfast, Anearis headed down the stairs, hoping to find the Kel and Ander who had mysteriously not joined the group in the rooms for the meal.

Anearis easily finds Kel and Ander, as the tavern had more employees than customers in it, at the time.

Kel was at the bar drinking, and eating a meal identical to that Anearis had just eaten in their private room. As Anearis approached, Valentina was bringing Kel a smoking instrument. Lighting it, she accepted the copper from him. ((Remove 5 cp from Kel’s inventory.))

Ander on the other hand, was passed out in a corner booth, and beared a striking resemblance to the first time Anearis had seen him; half his face covered in black drawings. However, unlike the intricate lines and tunes of the Anton’s Berossus’s ink work, it was rough smeared stick figures that more appeared to be like dirt on his face.