Ithelion turns to Garnet and says "I'm happy to share a room, should you wish to do so."

She pulls out her purse from around her neck, and counts out 1 gold and one silvr (5 sp for the night, 5sp for the bottle of Gnomish brandy, and 1 more tor the meal), then replaces the purse.

As she hands the money to the inn keeper, she says "Thank you, my name is Ithelion by the way. Is there perhaps a discount for longer stays? I suspect we may be here for some time -- though I could be wrong. The future is not exactly clear to me."

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She wipes her eyes, her face returning to the stoic mask you first saw.  "I don't know how you found out about this place and I don't care.  The fact is Corkie said 'salvation would come on the heels of misery'.  I just don't know if you are salvation or misery.  I am sorry for keeping  you this long, I know you must be tired and weary. Give this," she hands you a wooden replica of the Harper pin that Adathar gave you ages ago, "to Garon.  You can find him at the Ol' Boar Inn.  He will provide you with room and board and food.  I trust you will think about my offer and let Herka or myself know.  Please avail yourself of the town but be ware!  Some of those you will speak with have lost people over the years to this rot coming from the forest and the ruins."

You don't have to use it if you don't want to!

Krom slides a gold coin to the barkeep to pay for his one night, meal and drink, "Keep the change." He says as he leave the bar, food and drink in hand, and goes to claim a table that will hold their entire party; if one hasn't already been claimed. 

Ithelion asks about access to the room, and carries "her stuff" up, then returns to the taproom, gathers some glasses, and goes to table Krom has chosen.

 Letting out a sigh as she sits down, she puts the glasses on the table and offers the brandy to anyone who would like some.

"What do you all think? Kerowyn seemed genuine to me, and to my surprise, so did Herka -- once they both settled down. Their requests seem reasonable, and ... I find myself wanting to help these people. It does not seem to conflict with our plans."

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Krom slides a gold coin to the barkeep to pay for his one night, meal and drink, "Keep the change." He says as he leave the bar, food and drink in hand, and goes to claim a table that will hold their entire party; if one hasn't already been claimed. 

 "Yes, sir!" the barkeep exclaims, smiling at you.  You find a nice, big table to rest yourselves.  It's in the central room near the fireplace.

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Ithelion asks about access to the room, and carries "her stuff" up, then returns to the taproom, gathers some glasses, and goes to table Krom has chosen.

 

 The barkeep hands you a key and waves you up the stairs.  "The last 3 doors n the right, if you all are staying.  Don't worry - no one goes up there without my knowledge," the barkeep says.

Ithelion nods in thanks, and takes the key "It opens all the doors?" she asks.

"Nay, it opens your door.  Number 4 - it's on the key.  And if you are thinking of leaving for a time, you can leave the key with me for safekeeping.  Name's Garon, by the way," the barkeep quips.

Ithelion bows her head, "Pleased to meet you Garon."

With that she goes to the room, leaves her bow and bedroll as well as the other bulky items she may be carrying ((paintings???)), and returns to the taproom (( continuing as before: ))

She gathers some glasses from the bar, and goes to table Krom has chosen.

Letting out a sigh as she sits down, she puts the glasses on the table and offers the brandy to anyone who would like some.

"What do you all think? Kerowyn seemed genuine to me, and to my surprise, so did Herka -- once they both settled down. Their requests seem reasonable, and ... I find myself wanting to help these people. It does not seem to conflict with our plans."

Daemyar tries to sit in the least obtrusive corner of the tavern away from everyone so as to draw as little attention as possible

Krom shrugs as he digs into the stew, "If ye want to help 'em I won't be stoppin' ya. I do think ye should give back their stuff. It ain't ours to keep no matter how ye want to try and justify keepin' the stuff."

Ithelion frowns and stares at Krom for a time, her lips a thin line. She is clearly conflicted, her mind struggling with a problem. Finally her expression softens and she blinks a few times, and looks around the room; at the welcome normality, at the friendly inn-keeper...and at Daemyar, hiding, but unmolested in the corner.

"You are right" she says. "My attitude to Kerowyn's posessions -- and, I assume, those of the other townsfolk --should be no different to those of the Kobold -- Seedo." She nods, "That would be an irrational inconsistency based on an emotional connection made to the dying Kobold."

Smiling at Krom she says, "My family wanted me to be a priest you know? I have always had the greatest respect for their insight -- but it was not my path. Thank you for seeing clearly where I could not." she inclines her head to the dwarf in a slight bow. After taking another sip of her brandy she puts the glass down slowly, then adds, "Besides...history teaches us that any alliance, however insignificant, that is founded on mistrust and ill-will is doomed to failure. The wise and prudent course is to return the goods."

Turning the wooden haper pin in her hands, she says "I think that means we should be comfortable accepting her hospitality, no? Or do you have some other insight? If so, my purse may not be up to the challenge!"

Krom raises an eyebrow as takes a drink of his ale while listening to Ithelion talk and nearly chokes as he starts to laugh a little, "You've got a good head on ye lass, but I ain't the wisest of priests to be askin' fer insight. Ye don't need to be a priest to know what the right thing is, but I'd say to take up the hospitality. Good faith is a two lane road ye know." Krom puts his mug down, "But that is just the opinion of a stubborn Dwarf."

He lifts the bowl of stew up to his lips and drains what is left of the broth and places the empty bowl on the table. "As ye can see I ain't all that priestly." Krom chuckles a little. "However, ye should talk to the others. I'm sure they have a different view on what to do with the stuff we found and make a decision afterwards." His gaze drifts to the their edgy companion in the corner.

Ithelion laughs, "If table manners make a priest, then gods help us! But ... I must admit ... it would explain a lot."

She folllows Krom's gaze, and snorts. "Odd child, that one. Something eats at his soul."

With that, she walks over to his table, and speaks quietly to Daemyar, "You do realize that a lone stranger hiding in the corner will likely attract more attention than a group of travellers eating together? Why don't you join us?" she holds out her hand. "There is much to discuss; I can order food and ale for you, if you would prefer not to speak to the inn keeper."

Garnet smiled and agreed "Sharing a room will be just fine, Ithelion."

Garnet followed by the elf's example, she placed her pack in the room but kept the sword and shield. Moving mechanically she was certain she had told her companions of her intentions, laughed at a drunken man's jokes, and tossed a few coins for an ale.

However her thoughts were on the experience of the day, the senseless death and the journey ahead. She had seen the shrine to chauntea and planed to make a visit. While Garnet more closely followed the deity Caladuren, she was raised with the knowledge of other earth dieties and Chauntea the Great Mother was certainly not unknown to her.

Right now Garnet was seeking the solace of the earth, the quiet sound of faith that even as the world threatens to eat you alive, can still be found in temples.

When Garnet arrives at the shrine she falters a bit. Staying a moment to observe, she has no intention of desturbing another's worship and only takes a moment to decide on how to enter.

(2sp removed. I am suddenly not sure how to proceed but I did want to explore the shirne. )

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Ithelion laughs, "If table manners make a priest, then gods help us! But ... I must admit ... it would explain a lot."

She folllows Krom's gaze, and snorts. "Odd child, that one. Something eats at his soul."

With that, she walks over to his table, and speaks quietly to Daemyar, "You do realize that a lone stranger hiding in the corner will likely attract more attention than a group of travellers eating together? Why don't you join us?" she holds out her hand. "There is much to discuss; I can order food and ale for you, if you would prefer not to speak to the inn keeper."

 “I’m alright attracting attention, so long as I don’t invite close, personal interaction... I am not received warmly by anyone.” He doesn’t look up, keeping his face and hat down. “And... I would appreciate your aid.” His hand curls up into a fist as he says this.

Ithelion nods, "Good! We are a team, after all -- and given who selected the team, I have no reason to doubt you, and every reason to listen to any views you care to express. So...come and join our discussion, and I shall get you some stew and ale. Does that suit you?"

(( Assuming an affirmative response to the Ale and Stew: ))

Ithelion walks to the bar and says, "I'm sorry...Garon...I should have shown you this before." she holds out the wooden pin. "Kerowyn suggested we show it to you."

Nodding back to the table where Daemyar (has moved | is sitting) she adds, "And we have one more who would like an ale and to risk the stew."

Daemyar nods but doesn’t join at the table.

Garnet, you make your way over to the Shrine (it's not far)

@Ithelion - When you address him,