Rory will look over the corpses.  Investigation  12   Perception  7

"You've a point there Hilda, They's be no thing onna 'highwaymen', so what were they choppin' these folk doon fer?  Jest cause they was 'ere?  Murthering bustards!"

The half-orc is   from krognak's clan, you don't know anything about the golins (the corpses i was referring to were the half-orc and the goblins) nearby you see several empty coin purses and some rancid foodstuffs near a large rock.

Check out around the rock.

Nothing, just the aformentioned junk

"Well, I guess wes be on our way, ain't no sense in 'anging round 'ere, eh"  Rory extracts his bolt from the half-orcs corpse and cleans it on it's tunic before reloading with it. "Lucky once, mayhaps agin."

Wilm moves over to his owl companion and pats its side.  "Let us be off again." He says in the owl's language. then he turns back to his companions.  "Let's see if we can find some more of these scum to put out of our misery..."  He grins then and is ready to head out.

The path to Sundale is easy going, and you arrive around nightfall.

You can choose to find a tavern and sleep, camp outside of town, or roam the streets and find something to do, or begin your search.

"Let's find a place to stay." Wilm suggests.

Hilda nods, looking at their various companions. "Hope Sundale is pet and banshee-friendly!" 

She carefully maneuvers the giant lizard along the street, taking care not to knock over any passerbys.

"A tavern that lets ye 'ave a giant lizard 'ld be good." Rory grins. "Lady MacBeth is  being good at inconspicuousness. But we might be findin' a bit o' news at a tavern, too."

Kellen pats his sheep. “My bed comes with me everywhere I go.”

There are 3 taverns on the side of town where you are (west side) This is the "rich side of town" 3gp a night, all the food you and your animal can eat, luxurious beds, and free room service you can also hire bodyguards who are supplied at a deep discount; 3gp per 10 guards

On the south side there are 5, 5 cp a night, you supply your own food, and the beds are simple straw filled pallets.

North side there's 2 at 1 sp a night, nice beds and simple, home cooked meals.

there are none on the east side, that's an industrial area.

No pets are allowed at the rich ones, at the poor ones, they sleep in a community room with you, in the middle-class ones there's stables for them.

Hilda smiles fondly at the giant lizard, "Wish I could say the same, but Rex is about as conspicuous as they come!"

She looks at Kellen's sheep, her head temporarily filled with visions of sleeping on soft, woolly clouds.

Considering the tavern options, Hilda says, "That west side seems too rich our tastes... my vote is for the north or the south!"

"As long as they have ale, I am good with any of them."  Wilm says with a shrug.  "Hoot can sleep on a roof or outside of town, easy as it comes for an owl."

OOC: you have to pick one, you don't all have to be in a group...

and yes they all have bars.

"I nae know aboot you two but I nae loike th' oidea o' sleepin' in a room full o' snorin', ootgassin' nobs.  So, Oi loike th' oidea o' the warm, comfy home cooked meal place t' th' nor' side o' town." Rory seems very firm in his opinion.

(( LOL this accent! ))

Hilda nods in agreement, warm food sounded quite appealing at the moment. "So we are decided! We head north to the taverns of ale and warmth!"

Her excitement seemed to have transferred in part to the giant lizard, his tail swishes and narrowly misses a passerby.

At the tavern in the north side of town, you see several of the town's guard in the bar area, the townspeople look slightly afraid of them and seem to be huddled in the corner. The barkeep asks you "What can I get for you?"

"An ale."  Wilm says, stepping up to the bar and nodding to the barkeep.