The party wanders through the haphazard streets after getting directions from one of the dwarven barkeeps. As you walk through town you see next to no-one. It is late. The only lights you see are the lanterns hung on poles on each street corner and the faint outlines of the two moons behind a clouded sky. 

Verrynia:

At last you find a large, wooden 3 story building, taller than the rest of the buildings in town. Some of the rooms have dim lights within their windows, but most are pitch black, either empty or the person renting it is sleeping. Through the first floor windows you see light and on the outside of the main entrance there is a sign hanging above the door. "M.O.U.S.E" the sign is wooden with copper platings for letters and each dot between the letters is a fish skull. When you enter you find a tan elf, sitting in a chair to the left of the door, plucking notes on a strange string instrument on his lap. At the end of the room, through the open entrance hall is a bar, attended by a human woman, maybe in her mid forties and another figure sitting on a stool with their head resting on the bar, sleeping. If you peek into the main room of the first floor you'll see several tables. Some tall with stools pushed up underneath them and some so low that only thick maroon pillows are used for seating. In one end of the room there is a decent sized stage, decorated with copper and glass, with a black curtain covering the backstage.

"Ah. Friends! You must come from the late arrival. Are you looking for rooms for the night?" He explains that there are two options for lodging. 6 dew for a basic room with breakfast (or 5 without food), 9 dew for a finer room with breakfast and supper (or 8 without food). 

Xarprax wanders off to walk around the rooms curiously.

"I`ll have the basic room with breakfast", Krumdak says and gives 6 dew.

As Xarprax enters the main room of the bar he is hit with the remnants of warm air and like a room where strong spices have been used for a long time it has a strong smell that tickles your nostrils. One of the low tables hasn't been cleared yet and it is full of wine glasses and tall, slender mugs with the remnants of a familiar dried, colorful foam stuck to the rims. On the middle of the low table are several deep green, empty bottles of what only could be a spiced wine. The only person on the stage is a scrawny half-elf, no more than in her teens, sweeping seeds and a little bit of broken, green glass onto a dustpan. She seems to pay you no mind. 

The barkeep however, gives you a tired smile and calmly sighs. "Sorry guys. Last round was a just a moment ago. Sleepy here had a Pex-ale too many"  She pokes him on the shoulder. "Knocked out cold."  She unties her apron and hangs it on a nail on the wall behind the bar, by what can only be the kitchen door. "Hey, Atabar. I'm out for tonight. Could you help sleeping beauty here to the chambers?" She smiles at Xarprax and Khurah before getting around the bar and clearing the final table. "If you wan't us to bring a bottle of wine to the room, ask Atabar when he comes around. Just don't drink it here. Some policy of Master M's" 


She puts a tray with the empty bottles and glasses on the bar and yells for Atabar to do the dishes before he leaves. A few seconds later a stout, interestingly short minotaur walks out of the kitchen door. He is barely 5 ft 6" and is wearing a tight white shirt and a small chefs hat. "Bah, I'm so tired of people falling asleep just because they can't handle their tar!" He lifts the sleeping man to a door by the inns entrance, passing the others on the way. To the left of the entrance is a small chamber, filled with stained pillows. He lays the man down into the pillow room and turns to the rest of the party. "You strangers want roomservice before I head on home?" 

Verrynia lays down the 6 coins and hurries to her room.

Krumdak does the same. "If you could show me my room that would be great".

Xarprax follows Atabar to the small chamber filled with pillows. After the minotaur lays the man down, the dragonborn gives Atabar a wide smile and asks, "That room for drunks?" He hiccups and sways on his feet a little.

Deception: 19

“One room. A simple bed will do. Please alert me when breakfast is prepared.” Gunnar is absolutely putting down coin. One night nearby the Dragonborn will send him off the edge. He’ll head to his room and conduct his evening prayers to the Daystar, and a few other respects to the rest of the Pantheon.

“Much obliged, sir. This is your establishment, I take it?” Khurah looks around the room, talking a surreptitious glance at the elven girl on the stage (perception: 12- what do her orc eyes see?). 

While Krumdak, Verrynia and Gunnar is lead up to their rooms the dragonborn and half-orc stays downstairs.

Khurah: 

Atabar chuckles. "Oh no, sayi. I'm just the cook. Sometimes bouncer and I put drunkards to bed." He turns to Xarprax before heading back to the bar. "As for you, scaled one. I'll let things slip for now, but yes. That room is for angry drunks too cool down and those who can't get to their feet at all. And no. You can't stay in it. tonight." bar

Meanwhile the rest of the party are followed to the rooms by the one who took their money. All of you get the rooms at the end of the hall on the left side of the second floor, right next to each other. Each of your rooms are rather small and basic, but nice. A bed with a bedside table, a tiny desk with a wax candle and a lantern hanging from the roof. The sheets are grey, almost black, and look nice and clean. On each of your pillows there is a piece of candy, square, brown, gelatinous and sweet smelling. "Breakfast will be served in the morning. Does anyone but the large armored gentleman want to be alerted when breakfast is being served?" 

"Yes please", Krumdak says. 

Xarprax follows Atabar back toward the kitchen, looking once over his shoulder as the others prepare to head to their rooms. He fishes his purse out of his pocket and empties five silver coins into his palm. "Um, excuse me," he says quietly, "but I know you all work with dribbles and splashes, but I've got these five silvers. How much is that here on the island?" When Atabar says they are called dews and that he can get a room for the five, Xarprax confirms that a room would cost all five. After Atabar says that's correct, the dragonborn considers for a couple heartbeats and then gives the minotaur a smile. "OK. Thanks, Robes — er, thanks!" Xarprax watches Atabar walk away and then heads to the front door and out into the street to find somewhere to sleep.

The stout minotaur chuckles. "Heheh, those five silvers are five what we call dew around here. I don't care much for the renaming myself, but it's part of the whole we want to be independent thing." 

Wake me when it's time.

Verrynia locks her door, eats the candy, and goes to bed with both daggers under the pillow.

Khurah lets the elf go and heads back to wherever she's sleeping for the night. The next morning all of you are woken up by a quick knock on the door, everyone except Verrynia.. Verrynia wakes up from a sharp pain across her face. A cat. Without her noticing it had somehow entered her room and crawled into her bed and given her a real scratch over her cheek. Before Verrynia can react and pull her daggers from underneath her pillow the cat has disappeared in a purple flash of light and the knock on the door, the one that had woken the others up from their sleep finally reaches her door. 

You're not all gathered around a table in the main room with the bar. Food is apparently only served at the taller tables with the stools, but you see a couple of patrons sitting on their knees by the low tables are drinking tea. Those of you who have paid for for breakfast can pick from an array of different fragrant, cooked vegetables and fish, several types of meats and a bowl of full of baked potatoes. There are maybe 14 or 15 other patrons eating breakfast or drinking tea right now, not including you. On the stage is a lone, ashen skinned tiefling playing a strange string instrument, resting on flat on his lap. The music is nice and soothing and mixes perfectly well with the sound of the pouring rain outside. The bar is worked by a moustachioed gnome. 


So, what is the group doing this fine, rainy, grey morning?

Krumdak starts eating his breakfast, trying everything. He moves over to the bar and asks the moustachioed gnome: " are the drinks included with the breakfast?"

"Water is fre and  juice or milk is a bubble." He smiles and twirls his moustache. "I'll bring a pitcher of water to your table if you want, sir!" 

"Thank you, I'll have some juice", he says giving the gnome a bubble. "My table is over there" he continues "do happen to know a lady by the name Yelda Evenwood?"

"Nah, I'm sorry, don't know a Yelda." The gnome turns to a barrel of apples behind him and starts putting them into a strange copper pipe. The pipe buzzes for about 10 seconds and then, out from a spout at the bottom of the pipe comes a nice, cloudy apple juice. "I'll bring the juice and the water to your table." 

"Thank you... err, what is your name?", Krumdak asks the gnome.