"Yes you did. Let's rent a room or two. We were going to anyway."

Si'Juul finishes off his meal and mead, and waits for the others to head to the rooms.

Oleg speaks up: "We, that is Twitch and I, actually already went ahead and booked us two rooms. Elhanna, do you mind sharing with some of the men? Or do we need to book a third?"

“I’d prefer my own room. Go ahead you guys, I’ll be there i a minute. What room is it?” 

she goes over to the innkeeper.  ”Hi, I would like a room please. If you have it, could I get the room next to theirs?” And she point over to where all of you are. “Also, do you know where I can go to send a package?” she smile a cute smile at the the innkeeper trying to come off friendly. 

The burly woman grunts in affirmation: “It’s small, bu’ I can have it ready in haff an hour. The cost’s a gold piece fer tha week, payment up front. We do packages too, jus’ depends on how far ‘way yer thinkin’ an what sorta item yer shippin’. There’s a lot ta consider ye see- size, bulk, weight, freshness, an’ the gen’ral amount of danger that the trip will entail.”

you see a glimmer in her eye, as if she likes to talk on this subject and is reminiscing about something.

she place a gold coin in the bar. “It is just a small packages to a village just south of the three peaks. It is going to Che church of Mishakal to the head priest. 

(I’m not that familiar with the map and havn’t got the slightest idea what the name of her village is.. sorry, sloppy backstory 😱)  

"Alright, we have our three rooms. Let's go."

Si'Juul leads the way down the hall to the rooms, stopping in front of the nearest one among the ones they rented.

"Elhanna, maybe you should pick your room first?"

“I will take the smallest. Let’s all go in to your room and talk about our plans.” 

Paren nods and leads the way in silence.

Si'Juul follows Paren and Elhanna.

He takes a seat on a chair in the room, sitting on it backwards because of his wings.

Elhanna sprawls out on one of the bed. 

Paren grabs a chair and leans back in it, legs straight out and crossed at the ankles in front of him. "Alright, let's get this over with. I did promise a life story so a life story it will be. So, living for as long as an elf does you have a chance to join lots of groups, I was not always a monk. I know my youthful looks and demeanor may not show it but I have seen three centuries. For a lot of that time I acted even younger and more foolishly than I did now. I don't know how much you all know about the Westwoods but I belonged to a group there known as the Court of Fools. Mostly thieves, ruffians, and other petty criminals. What you all might call a thieves guild. We did some things that had.. questionable intentions and were caught. I would have been executed but Elixisys stepped in. His argument got through and so they gave me a different punishment, join the Green Monks and serve for the rest of my days. I stayed at the monastery until recently. When the gnolls began attacking the Westwoods they came through my old village and burned it. They killed my sister and nieces, only Elixisys survived. He fled to the city of Three Peaks where he became a mage and was recruited into the Alliance Secret Service. Now, when he needs help with shady things he comes to me. I owe him my life, it's not like I can refuse him."

Si'Juul nods and turns to Elhanna.

"Well, while we're at it, maybe you can share your share? Far as I remember, you fled to hide on the mobius but couldn't leave before it left port."

Elhanna just nods. “Well, my story isn’t any this as dramatic as that. As you know I send a lot of gold back home. Almost anything I can get my hands on. Except for what I need to live and and help others. I’m a cleric of Mishakal, goddess of healing and compassion, that means that we help anyone in need, good or bad. If it is in our power. We also help people move on if it is their time and help with the transition. I’m telling you this so you won’t blame me for what comes next.” She sit up in the bed, resting on her arms behind her “I was borne in to a farmers family. That means a lot of siblings but not so much in earnings. They barely made it around as it was so when I came they begged the church to take me in and father Elias did. He raised me and thought me all he new. When the war started, taxes began to raise. First a little bit then more and more until we couldn’t pay anymore. That is when I decided to go out in the world, trying my luck as an adventurer and selling my healing to parties. But when you are young and pretty, sometimes it isn’t the goblinkin you need to fear. Sometimes the monster are those who should keep you safe... “ she look away, not wanting to meet the others eyes, “my last run ended with me being chased by some basterds who decided that didn’t want to pay me for my healing. Hadn’t it been for the Mobius, I’d probably been raped and killed in that dock.. and we’ll the rest you know.” 

Paren listens quietly until the end of her story. He then gets up and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "If you ever see those adventurers from that group again, please point them out. My god and the tenets I serve under are not as forgiving as yours, and I would like to let them know what happens to those who do evil to someone who is serving the cause of good."

"Yes. Ilmater's will is to relieve the sufferings of the innocent," Poinki adds. "Poinki doesn't think Ilmater would mind if Poinki gives sufferings to people like THAT. LOTS of sufferings."

"And I hardly have a problem putting a few new holes in some people who treat women like property. Well, I think I already spilled everything about me, and if I remember correctly, Poinki has as well. Just a goblin among goblins trying to survive....before almost getting shot by me."

Si'Juul stays in an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

"Uh....so, any more discussions or should we just go to bed?"

“Thank you guys. I really appreciate it, since meeting you I know Mishakal is the right choice for me. Just look at Ponki, had it not been for my believe I don’t think you’d be here right now.” She smile at her goblin friend. 

“We should probably try and decide on a plan for tomorrow. What do you think we should do? And do you think Twitch will be alright?” 

"Twitch knows how to take care of herself. I believe she will be fine. As for plans, well there's a couple things I want to buy in the morning if possible, otherwise I suppose we simply see what the winds drag in for us to deal with. Unless anyone had any better ideas. Should be safe from the Black Brand here in town, unless they get super ballsy and try shooting their way through everyone to get to me."

"My guess would be the church here has some powerful clerics and paladins. They would probably put an end to such an attack on the city." Paren says as he gets up and heads to the next room to go to sleep.

"Exactly."

Si'Juul walks over to the window and opens it.

He plops down on the bed nearest the window and let's his wings relax down over him and the bed before eventually falling asleep.