Vaclav takes a quick glance and then settles back in to the food. "If we don't bother him then he shouldn't bother us, one would hope. It's a small town and we're new, people are bound to stare a bit." 

Varnell has a quiet evening and retires to a room upstairs at a reasonable time, unless someone wants to interact with him.  He does not speak to anyone other than the serving staff.

What you do get, as he rises and walks under a lit lantern to make his way to the stairs, is a better view of the man.  He is tall and thick-set, and has a preference for tight fitting clothes which show off his physique. He has a huge scar across his face and his left eye is totally missing. Varnell does not hide the terrible injury.  He wears a suit of chainmail – one of the few in the region. His weapon of choice hanging at his side is the broadsword.

Is there anything you wish to do before bed today?

It's only when Varnell stands that Claire realizes just how rare the chainmail she is wearing is in this region, and she hunches a little lower, grateful for the cloak that covers her shoulders.

(good to sleep for the evenin')

Nos Heliwr will head for bed.

(Feel free to take a Long Rest).

The next day dawns, another bright and crisp morn.  The sun rises in the east across the sea and the docks, pouring into the lightly curtained windows of your rooms.  You rise early and head down for a plain but filling breakfast of sweet bread and fish, washed down with watered-down ale or wine.  The common room is quiet and you're the only occupants.  There is no sign of Varnell but no obvious way to know if he rose early or is still abed.

The landlady fusses around you, seeming keen to make sure you are happy.  She is a middle aged lady, quite portly and wearing an old, stained and striped apron over common clothes.  Her hair is blonde streaked with grey and a pair of spectacles balance on the end of her nose.  "Is there anything you need?" she asks you all.  "What's your plan for today then, dearies?" she follows up before you've had a chance to answer the first question.  "Lovely day today.  Think I might go for a long walk along the headland later.  Beautiful views out to sea from there.  Feels like summer is on its way, doesn't it?"

Vaclav heads outside for a second before breakfast, calling Chernobog to him and asking the little fey bird what he saw while he kept watch from the roof during the night.

Chernobog responds that he didn't spot anything unusual in the night (with his Passive Perception of 13).  It was a lovely night and he was away from the roof for a bit hunting.  He tells you that the rats around here are plump and easy to catch but taste salty.

A night of sleep in a real bed!  AH!  This is what life is about.  Salazar feels MUCH better.  He wanders downstairs well after everyone else is out.  "Good morning!  How did we all sleep?  Sorry, I needed to sleep early.  Did I miss anything important?"

Claire comes down, yawning, stretching, and itchy.  Sleeping for a night with crusty hair hasn't done anything to improve her temper, and she can't help but shoot a resentful glare at Vaclav as she scratches at another sore spot on her scalp.  "I slept as well as could be expected," she mumbles sullenly, digging into her breakfast. 

The landlady's good cheer brings her a bit out of her funk, and she smiles at the woman.  "'Tis a beautiful day indeed!  I think we might have a look about this village properly in the morning light, perhaps even try to find some honest work around here," she says, smiling.  The smile falters a little as she remembers that the work being offered here is very likely not to be the honest sort at all, but she squashes that niggling protest under the necessity of blending in.  "Let us hope we both have wonderful and productive days on such a lovely morning as this one!"

Breakfast complete, the day is yours. What did you want to do?

Without saying much more Vaclav wanders outside. He begins to search the town for a couple of stores, a clothing store and a bookstore.

Vaclav wanders the quaint and surprisingly busy port of Zaneth in the morning sunlight.  Gulls wheel in the air and the smell of salt is on the breeze.  There are a few shops in the village and it's possible to buy some simple travelling clothes or the like.  Book shops are not in abundance here, but you do find out that tomorrow is market day in Zaneth and a Guild ship is expected soon.  Either would be opportunities to pick up a book or two.  Failing that you are recommended to head up the well-trodden road to Grunal where there are more facilities.

Vaclav heads into one of the clothing stores and asks about buying a headscarf. He's looking for one that's not too fancy but still kind of nice. 

Sure, he can pick something up at a reasonable price.  Anything from a single copper piece to a silver piece for something normal to fancy.   The lady there also tells you she has one piece of sky blue Honshu silk which would make an adorable head scarf, but she is thinking to sell it at market tomorrow.  She is hoping it will fetch five silver pieces.

OCC How far is it to Grimaldi?

Nos Heliwr will look for an ostler and see about horses for the party. 
As he goes about the day he will mention to the others that as mercs they need to go where the coin is, in this case he will suggest that is the Baron.

He will also keep an eye out for any countersigns.

(Nos Heliwr - do you mean how far to Grunal? If so about one days hard march)

There is no ostler or public stables here but there is a small stable attached to the inn.  It has one horse in it that looks sturdy and well looked after. A young stable boy is proud to tell you it belongs to Overseer Varnell.  You get the impression horses are as rare as chainmail in this backwater location. 

Still no counter signs. This place appears bereft of “interesting” people of that ilk. 

OCC Grimaldi? Don't know where the hell that came from, but I am pretty sure my phone was trying to think.  Just as an off sides remark re time, I am use to playing chess by snail mail.  Patience brings the prey in closer.

Vaclav will pay a silver for one of the nicer pieces. He then heads back to the group and hands it to Claire. "Here, a better solution." He then waves his hand and cleans her hair in the same way that he had dirtied it.

Nice touch Vaclav. 

Claire makes good on her promise to walk about the town in the morning, and wanders through the streets, trying to get a feel for the people here, and the culture of this new continent.  Of course, where the Guild does business, greed always waits hand-in-hand, that seems to be a universal truth.  Still, that doesn't necessarily affect the day-to-day lives of ordinary people, and this is what she tries to soak in as she wanders around town.  After some time, she runs into Vaclav, who seems to be returning from the market with a parcel in hand.  A folded scarf, actually, which he shoves into her hands, as it turns out.

Claire looks at the scarf in surprise, and then nearly cries with relief as the sore, itchy feeling on her scalp vanishes with a wave of his hand.  The scarf is already in halfway towards her hair before she freezes, blushing and ducking her head.  "I-- thank you," she manages to mumble, completely embarrassed.  "How much do I owe you for this?"  

Was my vanity that obvious? she wonders as she wraps the patterned scarf quickly around her head, being sure to tuck away any stray tendrils of hair.

Once she is finished, she looks around for the others.  "Where are the others?  Are we thinking of taking up that shady job offer here, or pressing straight on out of town, now that we have a destination of sorts?" she asks him.