Aramintha listened, though she had half suspected what she'd hear and it didn't make her feel any more at ease knowing the extent of it as she might have hoped when she first asked. It didn't however stop her from grunting lightly, though she attempted not to seem so disapproving, unaware of the the bartender's own standing on the matter. "Is there no one to pick up Chief Lu'Pao's mantle?" she asked, despite herself. 

When she heard J'zargo,  a light haired eyebrow quirked up in surprise, "you need help to sleep without the rocking of the oceans?" The notion seemed absurd to the elf, but then again she had been the one to suffer the worst of motion sickness. Glancing around the Tavern, she realized there was less than a handful of people left and she figured that was a good sign as any to call it a night. "With our party, I think we can count on it" she said to her Tabaxian friend, sounding off her gratitude once more to Mr. Wanderboots before making her own exit to her assigned room.  

The night passes uneventfully, and Aramintha rises in the early hours of the morning while her companions are still asleep. When she descends the stairs she finds the common room empty, with the exception of Lam and a slender, golden-haired elf, presumably Dawnmantle. She sits alone at the counter, poring over a map.

The elf was grateful, as she came to consciousness, that her race only ever needed four hours of meditation for hardy and reliable rest. More effective even when she wasn't feeling the constant swaying motion of the ocean. Her efforts didn't feel in vain at least, as it seemed she was able to catch Dawnmantle before she left. Quietly, Aramintha stepped up to the other elf, careful not to startle her as she seemed quite focused on a map. "Morning" she said simply, sitting one stool away from the other elf at the counter, "Leyl Dawnmantle, is it?" 

Geralt was already downstairs, sitting in the same spot he was when they last saw him, the night before. He notices Aramintha entering and gives a short wave, before standing up and following her to the second elf, presumably Ms. Dawnmantle. He stands just behind her, saying nothing, his cloak clasped tightly, though is hood is down.

Leyl looks up sharply, her hand going to the thin sylvan blade at her belt. " That depends. do you speak for The Court?"

It was only until she saw the Geralt's waving that she realized he had been there, her mind perhaps quite occupied with the elf at the counter that she didn't pick up on the fact that it was the same hood he had on the night before. She flashed him a small smile, waving back at him, noting that he went to join her and she quietly welcomed it. When Leyl addressed her, Aramintha's turned her attention back to the elf, a glance downward catching the slight movement of her hand nearing her blade. Subtly, she glanced at Geralt in case he might have noticed too, conveying a look that meant both for him not to be alarmed, but to also be careful if a situation were to arise, and while she might not have the Tabaixian's grace for diplomacy, she did have something in her favor: the truth.

"I don't speak for anyone but myself" she said as casually as she could with care, though in truth she was only worried that there might be a misunderstanding. "My name is Aramintha Erosflyn, of the wood elves from in and round the Sylvan Wilds. I've been in Legum for an extended amount of time, it's my first day back and I had asked Mr. Wanderwoots if he or anyone had news of my homeland." 

Persuasion: 10

(Lawd, seriously? First time I roll this thing XD) 

Needless to say, Leyl is not convinced.

"I am not accountable for the crimes of my father." She hisses. "I have no ill will towards The Council, nor do I condone the revolutionary insurrections. I left the Sylvan Wilds and my father's traitorous legacy behind me."

Aaron wakes up fairly early and heads downstairs silently enough that you don't even notice that he's there until he's ordering his food and taking a seat near you all. He doesn't seem to be trying to sneak, but even so, he just seems to naturally move such that he simply doesn't attract attention to himself unless he wants to

(It's been far too quiet)

There is a small explosion from upstairs.  Shortly afterwards, Fiddle comes running downstairs, "Don't worry about it!  I fixed it!  It's okay!" He is missing an eyebrow and his hair is standing up wild.  

He pretends nothing is wrong and goes up to the barkeep.  "So what's for breakfast?"

Aramintha's mouth opened and closed like a gasping fish, not quite sure what to make of the statement. She had known of the council of course, but after years away from the Sylvan Wilds she had no clue as what she was talking about. Nevertheless, it sounded serious - and in a way, it was the kind of news she was hoping to get from Dawnmantle. Or well, just news, it didn't bode well that it sounded like some big trouble was brewing. "I believe you" she said as she held her hands up, placating, "like I said, it's been years since I've been there - though it does worry me. I hope my family is okay." Her tone certainly conveyed that worry, "is that why you left Sylvan Wilds?" She realized then when she heard the voice that Aaron had joined them. Turning to him, she smiled and waved at him, considering perhaps that she should order some breakfast herself and she does. 

Moments later, as a small explosion suddenly sounded, Aramintha jumped in her seat, whipping her head in the direction from which the sound came from. Thankfully, due to their time together on their journey to the port, the elf had some idea of who's the explosion could be from, though with a somewhat morally ambiguous guy running the port it felt like anything was possible. But upon seeing Fiddle, she gave him a lopsided smile, chuckling as she gestured towards a spot near her. "You might have fixed it, but I think you've woken up the whole damn tavern!" 

Sobbi was dreaming about Janus’ encouragement, it’s a calming voice like a warm breeze, “You are brave, Sobbi, you’ve grown so much and I’m proud of you…”, when the explosion happened, he jumps out of the bed startled, looks at the surrounding and jumps right back under the blanket, clutching his holy symbol, cowering and stuttering, “Janus protect me! This is scary world… Sobbi… not… brave enough...”

He waits for a while and finally accumulates enough courage to walk downstairs fully geared up, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he regains confidence and swings his warhammer, “Huh, nothing evil to defeat, Sobbi’s disappointed. Breakfast time? That’s not disappointing!”  

Leyl raises an eyebrow at the commotion and relaxes. “Quite the party you’ve assembled.” She comments. “Yes, I left after my father was exiled in disgrace. How many years has it been since you last saw the sylvan woods?”

J'zargo, lying half-in and half-out of his bed, sheets wrapped around him like a large snake, barely raises his head, along with a "Eh?" in acknowledgement of the blast, before dropping back off to sleep.

"Uh..  Right.  Well I may have to apologize about that later.  BUT I figured out a mixture for an explosive that is VERY reactive and only mildly dangerous.  Hmmm...  Maybe I can use it for distractions."  Fiddle wanders back up to his room to clean up (He'll be back later).  

On the way up to the second floor, he sees Sobbi coming down. "Oh hi, Sobbi.  Good morning!"

"Whatever you use it... for, do me a favor and... keep it away from me."

"Mildly dangerous?" she echoed after Fiddle, "I can't imagine what very dangerous will sound like..." Glancing at Geralt as he spoke, though still getting used to the quality of his voice, she couldn't agree more, "what he said."

Yet somehow that commotion itself seemed to have put Dawnmantle more at ease, her attention back on elf as Aramintha gave her a lopsided smile, "you have no idea" she said lowly to her. Though she wouldn't correct the elf on the fact that she hadn't quite been the one to have assembled them. If there was anyone that came somewhat close to that, it would probably be J'zargo. "Oh, about five years at least" she responded to Dawnmantle, "spent sometime traveling around Ferus before taking the journey to Legum." It touched her however what her fellow elf was going through, she couldn't imagine being exiled. Aramintha had chosen to travel and explore, never had she been pushed out, and no less for disagreements. "I'm sorry to hear about your father, but more so, because of the effect it's had on you. Can't be easy..." 

Upon hearing Sobbi, she turned her head and waved at him with a light chuckle, "morning Sobbi" she said with some amount of cheeriness, "no evil here, but plenty of breakfast. Or at least I hope!" 

Dawnmantle sighs. “I’m heading for Lasthome, to the north. I hear it’s one of the largest trading cities on the continent, and there are opportunities for building a new life there.”