T'chal'fronack'zcinicker finishes up his report, rolling up the scroll...knowing it will be replaced with any updated orders by morning.  He tucks it into the magical bag and then strolls over to Kerric and places his hand on his shoulder, saying in a normal volume, "Well good sir, I'm going to sleep."   He bends down and whispers to Kerric quietly, "There's a riverboat captain here who we need to find tomorrow who's working for the Crashing Wave."  He winks and heads to bed. 

Xalkas heads up for bed disappointed in not having seen the guard from earlier with an affinity for gambling on dice. Bids goodnight to the rest of the alliance still downstairs and heads to his room for the night.

Before going to sleep,  begins drawing up plans for Ebele’s Mobile Brewery Kart (EMBK (patent pending) 😝). After working on that for an hour or so, he then spends the requisite time going over his spellbook easing his mind that he’s as prepared as he can be for whatever adventures await tomorrow. 

Kerric:

Nodding at T'chal but not voicing a response, Kerric heads up to bed himself, considering the implications for the coordinated cult activity in the region...old cults waking anew, and evil stalking the land.  No wonder the elves wanted to scout out the area before the cultists showed up in our forests as well.

You are all treated to an uninterrupted restful sleep. Come morning, you wake to the smell of freshly baked biscuits, muffins and freshly cooked bacon and eggs wafting from the main common area. The sound of morning hustle and chatter can also be heard from a practically full house of patrons. Nalashkar sits at his usual place with a hearty plate of breakfast while the burly bartender balances a bunch of plates on his arms, serving a full table.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, feeling a little groggy after getting a good night sleep wanders through the Inn and outside to check on the wagon. If it appears to have been left intact, he wanders back in to get some breakfast.  He asks the Bartender, "Where's the best place to sell some quality goods around here? I've some weapons and armor in addition to some other valuables...and....where would I go to buy a book do you think?"

Kerric:

After a good night's sleep, Kerric gets up early in the morning and begins his normal exercise routine in an open space outside -- semi-private if possible.

Starting with unarmed katas, then moving to more and more intense curved blade work, Kerric works up a sweat before coming in to clean himself and go to the common room for breakfast.

With the thoughts of the phrase running through his mind, Hawke would eventually have found sleep in his cat form...

Only to promptly wake up 8 hours later in his human form, high up on the beams in which he climbed up before. "I can't be mad. I do this to myself." The druid would groan, trying to sit up in a way in which he wouldn't fall and bust his ass. As he tries to figure out a way down without turning back into a cat, like a beautiful angel, T'chal opens the stables to, presumably, check the wagon. 

"Hey, Snic-- Uh... T'chal'fronack'zcinicker! Buddy! Wanna... Wanna lend me a hand? Took a little cat nap up here and, uh... Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Maybe like... move some hay under me so I can fall into it, like some sorta assassin. Heh. Anyways, the help would be much appreciated! PleaseIseriouslydon'twannaturnintoacatagain."

Assuming T'chal does lend a hand, Hawke will thank him profusely for helping him get down safely and follow behind him into the inn and get himself from much needed breakfast.

If T'chal does not lend a hand, Hawke cries will sigh and turn into a cat and stay in it for the 2 hours he has in it. 

(Both ways will be RP'd accordingly depending on what is decided!)

Xalkas wakes feeling refreshed and ready for the day. His first order of business for the day is to find Ebele and present his plans for EMBK and then to find somewhere in ... ‘town’ to the the requisite materials. 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker walks into the stable and looks up more than a bit surprised by the druid hanging out in the rafters. He makes a wry face when the druid says his name properly. "Well....I knew you could do it if you really tried. I suppose now I know you just need....the proper encouragement to motivate you."  He looks around for a way to help the druid descend safely.... "You're lucky I don't try to get you to sign a contract before I help you...."

Reghys wakes up almost as the others do, and quickly joins Ebele and Xalkas for a hearty meal. When they see Kerric return, they ask those present: "So, are we planning to strike at the ferrymen? Or have we completed what we came for by getting the requisite information?"

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Reghys wakes up almost as the others do, and quickly joins Ebele and Xalkas for a hearty meal. When they see Kerric return, they ask those present: "So, are we planning to strike at the ferrymen? Or have we completed what we came for by getting the requisite information?"

Kerric:

"Given a comment T'chal'fronack'zcinicker made last night, I expect we will need to spend some time at the riverfront doing some investigation," remarks Kerric circumspectly, given the many listening ears nearby.  Continuing his hearty breakfast, the warrior elf adds, "And I hope he sells some of that extra equipment too--it cost us quite a lot to get in the gate last night, although the accommodations and food are quite good." 

Hawke gives a sheepish chuckle when the tiefling makes his remark on him pronouncing his name fully and correctly. "Eheh... Perhaps just a wee bit encouragement helps some, yeah..." He clears his throat as he watches T'chal look around the area to help him down, silently thanking the Gods that the man had a heart. Though, when the mention of making a contact came up, he couldn't help but pipe up. "I've actually been wonderin' about those. The contracts. What's with 'em? I feel like you got a sort of contract for most occasions... You just like makin' 'em or...? Oh! And I, uh, mean no offense by the question. Just genuinely curious, is all. Don't gotta tell me if you don't wanna."

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker does what he can to help as he speaks, entering into a detailed diatribe that is clearly near and dear to his heart, "Well, I'm glad you asked.  You know that people enter into contracts all the time, every day, it's just many of these contracts not written, or even sometimes they are unspoken!  Most of these contracts people in civilized places follow because of social pressure and don't even realize it. For example, the bar tender agrees to serve someone food and to be paid later. The customer agrees that they have enough money to pay for what they're ordering, and will pay after.  Now, depending on where you are, these norms change. If you are from another place entirely, what is expected may be quite different. So, the advantage of a contract is that it makes very clear what expectations are from both parties in any situation, without relying on local social knowledge, so that people don't get upset later when their expectations of how things should work are not met. Once you start looking into these social exchanges, you realize that you really shouldn't take any of it for granted, and that it's just better for everyone if all the details are laid out...in...um...detail."  *ahem* He clears his throat, pausing in mid diatribe....then continues.  "Not to mention that if a contract is for longer than a few moments, people's brains are elastic and every changing. You think that guy you just saw walk past had blue pants?  Or were they red?  Did you tell that guy yesterday you'd do this or that?  Who can say?  If it's written down, then we don't have to rely on people's brains making all sorts of mistakes and causing yet more social discomfort."  He smiles at Hawke, proud to have been able to relay at least a small basic portion of the purpose of contracts to yet another ignorant soul. 

Xalkas chimes in on the subject of today’s exploits, “It matters little to me which we go for first. But I agree these cultists need to be stopped.” He says quietly in a hushed voice trying not to be overheard while picking at his breakfast. 

At the beginning of T'chal's diatribe, Hawke would listen with a quizzical grin on his face, happy to have some chatter to get his mind off his situation. Though the grin would fade when he would just... keep... going. The weirdest thing was, that it made sense. Maybe it was just because he had been hanging out in the rafters for too long. Yeah... that was it.

When he was able to safely get down thanks to the tieflings efforts (and when he would stop speaking, as to not be rude), Hawke gives him a firm pat on the shoulder. "Thanks for helpin' me down, Sn- T'chal'fronack'zcinicker." He would emphasize. "And thank you for tellin' me about your love of contracts and why. Promise I'll get your some nice quality ink and paper to write some nice contracts for future use." The druid squints for a second, pausing to go over his words, then say, "And no I'm not signing a contract for that. Take my word on it, yeah? Just let me know if you find some and I'll get it for you. Promise. Kinda wanna give somethin' back for that little gift you gave me before since you really didn't haveta and all. Now! Let's get some breakfast!"

Hawke would gesture T'chal to the doors of the stables to allow him to go first then follow behind him for some much needed food!

Sleep didn't come easy, Ebele was unsettled and moved a lot. Every creek, every hush, every pin drop, she stirred. Though, eventually the ale and exhaustion did their thing and she was pulled further into the darkness of REM, that final blink before you wake, only, light never came. The monk had spent nights in her mask now. She couldn't tell whether she was more disoriented, or her other senses were that much more heightened. Either way, she was restless and make her way out in the morning as soon as possible.

Ears twitching she could swear she could hear familiar voices coming from the stables as she passed. Telling by the tones of their speech, Ebele would giggle to herself figuring everything was safe from the night and she'd leave those two be. Continuing on her way, the sounds of an early morning routine would catch her hearing. Hoping she wasn't interrupting a personal session, the monk would tiptop in an opposite direction to find herself a little quiet corner to train as well. Inspired by Kerric, she'd stick to a basic morning warmup as well.

Tempted to lift the veil from her face, Ebele would take a breath and fall into her routine. Squats, lunges, burpees, push ups and planking. She started to feel the shadows of anxiety begin to lift. A small smile would grow on her face when she'd hear the the pitter patter of familiar steps coming towards her. The monk would pick herself up off the ground and dust her hands off. Guess it was a good time for breakfast.

Xalkas, Ebele couldn't see your plans when you'd present them to her, but she was happy to listen to you tell her about it as you returned back to the Inn together. You met back up with the rest of the group all around the same time at the table. Picking over breakfast, you discuss that there's potential in finding some materials here, or in Womford at the least. It might depend on how good of friends T'chal'fronack'zcinicker might make with the bartender.

When Reghys would question whether to strike to gather information. Ebele would nod along with Kerric's suggestion to investigate the riverfront. "I agree we should lighten our load before continueing our path on to Womford to look into these traders at the docks." She'd pull her plate closer to her to help herself to some bacon. Kerric was right once again, the good was good.

The bartender would finish dropping off the plates of food and turn to look at T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. “‘Ere fer the weapons and goods. Books, Womford.” He’d gesture with his head for the tiefling to follow him back to the bar. “Whatcha got? Whatcha lookin’ for?” He'd grunt, popping a brow as he'd prepare more plates to put out for T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and companions.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker cracks his knuckles and pulls out a sheaf of paper, "Let's see here, let's see....well...we have 4 black iron breast plates and 4 longswords, all in pretty good condition..."  (cleaned and mended by T'chal'fronack'zcinicker...). "...as well as a heavy crossbow, dagger, three fire opals, a quarterstaff in good condition, a chain shirt (was T able to turn it from 'damaged' to ok?), two sharktooth longswords, two shields, three javelins, three light crossbows, and two scimitars. Enough to well outfit several warriors here in your place.  I'd be happy to show the goods to you so you can take a look at their fine quality." 

Reghys was happy with the answer Kerric, Ebele and Xalkas provided. They were curious to find out more about these cults, but from the looks of things, they were already engaged in fights amongst themselves. Kerric was right: if they could gather more information, they might be able to use that against the cults and keep them focussed on each other to more easily deal with the ones they wanted to focus on.

The bartender lets out a soft snort when the tiefling pulls out a sheaf of paper. Gunna be one of those.

From his table Nalashkar would have a smirk tug at his lips as T'chal'fronack'zcinicker starts rhyming off the well catalogued goods. He could respect that. The half-elf would nod to the bartender when their eyes would meet.

"A'ight. Come teh my office." The burly man would jerk his head and walk out from behind the bar, leading T'chal'fronack'zcinicker to a room at the far end. Using a set of keys, he'd unlock the door and open it. With a gesture of his large arm, he'd allow the tiefling to stride in first. There was a large workbench in the center of the room with additional shelving and equipment behind the workspace. Off to the right looks to be a small armoury with another stash of other miscellaneous supplies. There was a single bed butted up against the other side of the room against the wall. A simple one nightstand stood beside the bed and a trunk at the foot of it.

Once T'chal'fronack'zcinicker was inside, the man would follow, leaving the door open. He'd walk around to stand behind the bench. "Show me what you got."

Persuasion Check
Roll call: T'chal'fronack'zcinicker
Advantage: There's no reason to distrust and you meticulousness and attention to detail was obvious.
Defend your 'fine quality' wares. Show him your work and convince him of your craftsmanship.

Persuasion check : 26. oooops, advantage roll:  12. *whew*

"They've been magically repaired, so you can be sure the damage is gone, tip-top work there, and well cleaned and cared for since they came into care."