“Hmm, my opinion,” Wolfsong thinks for a moment, “Eli holds too much to his laws, were he a guardsman I would not hold that against him, but out here guardsman are not needed hunters are. If he has something against you treating Gluf and the others as you have then he would not have attack me as he did when I killed the other two.”
Wolfsong looks to the sky thinks for another moment recalling the events in the cave, “No its not the goblins he mentioned cursed animals after you and the goblins freed the wolves, I think its the wolves he is not fond of.” Wolfsong gives a short chuckle, “It would explain his hostility towards me, and he has yet to see me give myself completely to the Wilds.”
Wolfsong turns he gaze to the wolves, “They are fine beasts, and make for excellent hunting partners. There were a few in my tribe who also trained wolves to hunt, others drew magic from the Wilds to take their form. As for Sildar's remark, in the end it matters not. One should be judged on actions not words. Now you go get the wolves taken care of I'll be back in a moment.”
Wolfsong turns to Ikki, “Stay with her, keep an eye on the goblins make sure they do not misbehave.”
Wolfsong makes his way to the door of the house and gives it two knocks, "Hello? Is this Endure's Leather?"
Wolfsong, You walk the last part of the street path as it bends north and then up the porch and knock making your inquiry. You hear a few roosters or hens start loudly squawking from the porch rafter above you. You cannot see which from where you are. Then a lusciously deep feminine voice calls your attention to a small barn or warehouse style building just across the dirt road of this small cul-de-sac. The voice carrying easily across the spance reminds you of some very good hunters who could project messages across hill and valley easily or offered the best songs of praise after a hunt.
"Hello, my dear, that is my home my workshop is over here. The chickens keep watch for me."
As you turn, you see walking across the road a tall (6'4") individual with deep indigo or dark violet skin tone, large black horns sweep back across each side of their head then curl down and around theit sharply pointed ears like a great mountain ram. They have twin irises of light amethyst and deep purple, slightly darker than the amethyst but lighter than their skin, ringing large plack pupils behind think soft looking eye lashes. They have a light smile showing off a hint of sharp predator teeth. They're wearing a well tanned and deeply stained working apron over an off white sleeveless blouse covering a large bosom. Their exposed arms neck and face and the way they carry themselves speaks to an unquestionably athletic physique. They're wearing dark leather trousers, fingerless leather gloves, a shortsowrd on their hip that seems a dagger in comparison to their person.
Being Illuskan, you're used to tall men and women. Blaire's 5'4" is fairly short suggesting more island than Illuskan blood in her ancestry.
They looks down the street when midway across, smiling and raises one hand in greeting to Blaire who is staring dumbstruck at them from the bend of the road. Blaire slowly almost absent mindedly raises her hand returning the gesture then blinks drops her hand, looks to Gaatbort who is tugging her vest, looks back up at the leatherwork, bows and turns with her motly crew towards the main house on the northwest corner of farmstead not another quarter mile from you.
As this visage reaches the west side of the road, they stop at the start of their home walkway and casually look you over again. They're about thirty feet from where you stand on their front porch.
"What brings an Illuskan wolf pack to my front door?" Their question is curious, cautious and kind.
"I should have some credit here. I will need to verify with a Ms. Thornton of the Miner's Exchange and a Ms. Stonehill of so named inn. Seems the Inn and a night's rest is the inquiry for this evening.", Sildar says to those he's walking with.
Ikki flies up to the farmhouse door and knocks then flies back down to the base of the porch.
A female halfling about two feet tall (2'7") answers the door which seems large in comparison to her.. She looks out the door somewhat cautiously.
"Can I help you?", she asks Blaire
Ikki clicks his beak, "Need Lodging." *click "No wolves at Inn." He's giving the halfling a soft right eye stare.
The halfling steps more out of her farmhouse, "My aren't you a beautiful creature?"
Blaire asks, "Are you Alderleaf? I heard from Ms. Adabra Gwynn and a few folk in town you are a trustworthy sort and might have lodging available."
"Oh! How is Adabra?"
"Well, it's been nearly a tenday since I saw her, but she was well enough at the time. That windmill is amazing."
"Oh, that it is. I haven't been out to Umbrage Hill in a decade. She usually comes here in spring and sends missives with trading caravans."
"So who all is in your group and we'll see what I can do?"
"Well, there is Ikki here. This is Gaatbort, Glufs Gralk and I am Blaire. We're Stonehill clan. Our wolves don't really have names. Their is Wolfsong, he's over there speaking with the um leatherworker? I forgot the name."
"Endure's Leather, Toril Jubilance Endure. Goes by Endure most times. Been here longer than most; longer than my family. Wonderful creature. Hard working and takes no sass. Also makes no trouble. They're a great help to us personally and the town in general. You can't see much from here dear. You're starting."
"Oh, um, sorry, I think I'm a bit tired."
"mmhum, well anyway, Stonehill clan, you say?"
"Yes. From that way a long day and a half a day.", says Gralk pointing northeast.
"From the mountain's toes area then. All of you?", Alderleaf asks looking again to Blaire.
"Well our goblinkin are. The wolves are from these Neverwinter Wood. I'm from the northern isles. Wolfsong is a fellow northlander but not a sailor or islander and Ikki here. You're from the south west aren't you? I think I remember you saying that."
Ikki looks at her then at the halfling then points southeast, *click "Far over mountain and water."
He puts his hand down again resting slightly on his spear.
"Well Endure might know more about it then."
"I have a thatched shed over there.", pointing northeast on her land near five hundred yards from Endure's workshop. "You can grab some bails from the hey loft and make a decent camp there. I have a pump and trough that works well for bathing behind the barn. Not the warmest option. You can buy a heated soak at the Stonehill." She pauses for a moment, "or work something out with Jubilance. They have a tub."
"It's ten copper a night and includes a good breakfast whenever you are up for it. You do some work around the farm and I'll drop it to six.", she pauses again. "You all hunt me a couple good dear to boot and I will drop it to three for a tenday."
"Well, aren't you pragmatic?", Blaire asks looking at her.
"I also have leaf to sell for your pipe if you have a mind. An call me Qelline. There's a good patch of forest on the northern part of the farm." She points it out. "You're welcome to hunt there or most ways east and south of that old stone wall."
"And I’m Blaire. Thank you for the advice. Here. Nine silver. That will cover us the six of us five nights helping round the farm and a tenday if we have a good hunt. This afternoon and evening though, we'd like to set camp, wash and meet up with some of our companions at the inn."
"Far enough. Carp! Carp!"
"Here Ma!" A young halfling comes running from around the southwest side of the farmhouse.
"These are our guests for a bit. Show them the hayloft, well pump, bathing trough and the thatched shed. They'll be camping in the shed. And don't be fearful of the goblins but be mindful of them all specifically the wolves. No offense, dear."
"None taken. Good to be cautious of strangers and beasts. And here is a silver in advance for that leaf."
"Lovely, Blaire. Thank you. Carp, dear, be sure to get Ms. Blaire a pouch of the ready leaf."
"Yes, mum! An don't worry. I'm used to goblins." Carp says as he starts to lead the group round the northeast side of the farmhouse.
When Sildar gets to the Stonehill Inn, he approaches the bar. "Excuse me, might I speak with a Mrs. Stonehill?"
"She's in the office. Who's looking for her?"
"Oh, pardon me. I am Sildar Hallwinter of the Lords' Alliance."
"Ah, okay. Name's Mike. Hey! Sarah! Run up an get Mrs. Stonehill, will you? Lords' Alliance fellow is hete."
Sarah, the stout short - maybe five foot - female half-elf with dirty blond hair again pulled back in a braid wearing light brown pants and a plane off white tunic, nods. "I'll get her Mike."
"Oh, hey, y'all. Good to see you back. Big Al’s hand is doing well too by the way."
As Carp collects the leaf for Blaire, showing the group the barn, heyloft, pump and bathing trough, Gralk asks, "You know many goblinkin?"
Blaire has stowed her pipe and the new leaf. She and Ikki are listening as they load some hay on a man drawn hay cart.
"Oh, well, one goblin. There's one. He isn't as tall as you but he is as wide as him.", pointing at Gaatbort. Glufs and Gaatbort laugh. Carp looks confused but continues, "He; I think he's a him. Um a boy. You're a girl, right? And so is she and he's a boy right?"
Gralk nods, "Yes."
"Okay, so he's probably a boy. Anyway, he hangs out over at the Sleeping Giant. I saw him a few times when I was practicing sneaking. Do you ride the wolves like they do?"
Gralk giggles, "I can ride, but I am very tall and I get nervous on a wolf. Makes it nervous too."
"Oh, Wow. Yeah. You are taller than the other two. Are you older? I know it doesn't work that way. I'm almost as tall as mum. I will probably be taller than her.", he pauses to take a breath and looks to Gralk for an answer.
Gralk laughs again, "You are right. It doesn't work that way. Glufs is my mother. Like your mum? Gaatbort is my older brother. I speak common well and know it. Gaatbort know it better and speak it the same. Glufs knows less and doesn't like to speak it. Past tenday she speak it a lot and is very tired. Grumpy?" Gralk smiles wide. Carp laughs. Glufs says something in goblin. Gaatbort laughs.
"My gran is like that. Knows everything I say, but always wants me to speak in halfling and only answers in halfling."
Blaire and Ikki have the hay cart full and start pulling it toward the thatched shed.
Gaatbort asks, "You want ride?"
Carp practically jumps, "Yes! Yes!" Gaatbort offers a hand and swings the boy up behind him. They all start toward the shed following the hay cart.
A small smirk forms on Wolfsong's lips as he watches Blaire be taken in by indigo skinned beauty, it surprised Wolfsong at how easily Blaire had fallen for the woman, but he did not fault her for it. Endure brought to mind an elven huntress that Wolfsong had fallen for not long after he left his tribe. Dai'velrin was her name, she was a goddess with a bow who put most of the hunters of his tribe to shame, remembering her turned Wolfsong's smirk into a full grin. He had spent a good month with Dai'velrin's clan hunting along side her, but after awhile he felt the pull of the Wilds urging him onward to the next hunt. On he final night with her he promised to return an even greater hunter than when he left and regale her with tales of his hunts in the distant wilds.
Wolfsong is brought out of his reminiscence by Endure's question, he crosses his arms casually then answers, “A job, a fairly simple one in truth, I just lack the skill to do it myself, always have.”
Wolfsong uncrosses his arms and shifts off his pack, “There are some trophies I have collected on my recent hunts that I wish to have treated so they do not decay too quickly and then strung together as a necklace.”
Wolfsong then pulls out the three orc tusks he had broken off, the three goblin ears he had taken, and the bugbear ear, “My thought was to have the ears hung by the lobes between the tusks, if possible.”
Wolfsong, Endure slightly shakes her head side to side with a small smirk on her face. Her tail caches your attention briefly as it sweep just a moment behind her. She reaches her hand out palm side up in a "give me" gesture but doesn't approach you.
"Well, let's have a good look at the material I will be working with. A few questions to do the job right. Do you have a leather or chain you wish to use? Do you want these items adjustable to expand or rearrange as you continue your hunts?"
If you approach and hand her the items, she looks each over and adds, "Do you want the tusks affixed or capped with leather, pewter or another metal or do you want them bore through to string on?"
TT, Rinn, Robwin, As Sarah heads up the stairs, Mike looks to the three of you. "What can I do for you?"
It is slow at the moment. Being late afternoon, in a mostly mining and farming town, that makes sense. Mike looks busy with work that need to be done, but not too rushed.
At this point as Mike is asking your name, Sarah comes down the stairs with Mrs. Stonehill, you presume.
Mike says, "Oh, Ma'am, this here Sildar wants to see you about the Lords' Alliance business and this one has a writ from Ms. Thornton for a few nights."
"Thank you, Mike. You and Sarah carry-on. I will handle this."
She takes the paper from Mike, looks it over and says, "I am Trilena Stonehill. My husband and I own and run this Inn. Halia Thornton is always good for business. What's your names?"
Mike pipes in, "Here are the room tokens.", and places five colored wooden tokens each with an letter symbol on it; B to F. "Each room has the mark on the door. Rooms lock from the inside. Mrs. Stonehill has the master key." With that he nods to Mrs. Stonehill and continues his work.
"I'm Rinn, ma'am," the elf pipes up, standing tall and proud as if his name should be known for his adventuring and deeds. He quickly relaxes though and takes the key excitedly as it is handed to him. "Is there any new news around town, Missus Stonehill? I feel like it's been an age since we were here last and now I'm out of the loop," he smiles innocently at the inn keeper.
"Rinn? I believe I heard your name from Sarah or Anders, haven't I?"
"Yes, ma'am!", Sarah calls from where she's setting up some mugs. "He's been around the last three or four tenday helping at the Miner's Exchange, Barthen’s Provisions and the smithy. Recently, he and his friends helped out Big Al’s, Mr. Barthen and the Lionshield's from what Thistle and Anders said, ma'am."
"Is that so?", Mrs. Stonehill says, turning her attention back to your crew. "Well, that's a good bit to be proud of. I will say."
"And the rest of you?"
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(( Did the rest of the party head up the street to the Inn? ))
TT will watch the few of them head off to take care of the wolves then head to the Inn, looking forward to a bath and hot meal.
“Hmm, my opinion,” Wolfsong thinks for a moment, “Eli holds too much to his laws, were he a guardsman I would not hold that against him, but out here guardsman are not needed hunters are. If he has something against you treating Gluf and the others as you have then he would not have attack me as he did when I killed the other two.”
Wolfsong looks to the sky thinks for another moment recalling the events in the cave, “No its not the goblins he mentioned cursed animals after you and the goblins freed the wolves, I think its the wolves he is not fond of.” Wolfsong gives a short chuckle, “It would explain his hostility towards me, and he has yet to see me give myself completely to the Wilds.”
Wolfsong turns he gaze to the wolves, “They are fine beasts, and make for excellent hunting partners. There were a few in my tribe who also trained wolves to hunt, others drew magic from the Wilds to take their form. As for Sildar's remark, in the end it matters not. One should be judged on actions not words. Now you go get the wolves taken care of I'll be back in a moment.”
Wolfsong turns to Ikki, “Stay with her, keep an eye on the goblins make sure they do not misbehave.”
Wolfsong makes his way to the door of the house and gives it two knocks, "Hello? Is this Endure's Leather?"
Wolfsong, You walk the last part of the street path as it bends north and then up the porch and knock making your inquiry. You hear a few roosters or hens start loudly squawking from the porch rafter above you. You cannot see which from where you are. Then a lusciously deep feminine voice calls your attention to a small barn or warehouse style building just across the dirt road of this small cul-de-sac. The voice carrying easily across the spance reminds you of some very good hunters who could project messages across hill and valley easily or offered the best songs of praise after a hunt.
"Hello, my dear, that is my home my workshop is over here. The chickens keep watch for me."
As you turn, you see walking across the road a tall (6'4") individual with deep indigo or dark violet skin tone, large black horns sweep back across each side of their head then curl down and around theit sharply pointed ears like a great mountain ram. They have twin irises of light amethyst and deep purple, slightly darker than the amethyst but lighter than their skin, ringing large plack pupils behind think soft looking eye lashes. They have a light smile showing off a hint of sharp predator teeth. They're wearing a well tanned and deeply stained working apron over an off white sleeveless blouse covering a large bosom. Their exposed arms neck and face and the way they carry themselves speaks to an unquestionably athletic physique. They're wearing dark leather trousers, fingerless leather gloves, a shortsowrd on their hip that seems a dagger in comparison to their person.
Being Illuskan, you're used to tall men and women. Blaire's 5'4" is fairly short suggesting more island than Illuskan blood in her ancestry.
They looks down the street when midway across, smiling and raises one hand in greeting to Blaire who is staring dumbstruck at them from the bend of the road. Blaire slowly almost absent mindedly raises her hand returning the gesture then blinks drops her hand, looks to Gaatbort who is tugging her vest, looks back up at the leatherwork, bows and turns with her motly crew towards the main house on the northwest corner of farmstead not another quarter mile from you.
As this visage reaches the west side of the road, they stop at the start of their home walkway and casually look you over again. They're about thirty feet from where you stand on their front porch.
"What brings an Illuskan wolf pack to my front door?" Their question is curious, cautious and kind.
Sildar and Eli will follow behind TT.
"I should have some credit here. I will need to verify with a Ms. Thornton of the Miner's Exchange and a Ms. Stonehill of so named inn. Seems the Inn and a night's rest is the inquiry for this evening.", Sildar says to those he's walking with.
Ikki flies up to the farmhouse door and knocks then flies back down to the base of the porch.
A female halfling about two feet tall (2'7") answers the door which seems large in comparison to her.. She looks out the door somewhat cautiously.
"Can I help you?", she asks Blaire
Ikki clicks his beak, "Need Lodging." *click "No wolves at Inn." He's giving the halfling a soft right eye stare.
The halfling steps more out of her farmhouse, "My aren't you a beautiful creature?"
Blaire asks, "Are you Alderleaf? I heard from Ms. Adabra Gwynn and a few folk in town you are a trustworthy sort and might have lodging available."
"Oh! How is Adabra?"
"Well, it's been nearly a tenday since I saw her, but she was well enough at the time. That windmill is amazing."
"Oh, that it is. I haven't been out to Umbrage Hill in a decade. She usually comes here in spring and sends missives with trading caravans."
"So who all is in your group and we'll see what I can do?"
"Well, there is Ikki here. This is Gaatbort, Glufs Gralk and I am Blaire. We're Stonehill clan. Our wolves don't really have names. Their is Wolfsong, he's over there speaking with the um leatherworker? I forgot the name."
"Endure's Leather, Toril Jubilance Endure. Goes by Endure most times. Been here longer than most; longer than my family. Wonderful creature. Hard working and takes no sass. Also makes no trouble. They're a great help to us personally and the town in general. You can't see much from here dear. You're starting."
"Oh, um, sorry, I think I'm a bit tired."
"mmhum, well anyway, Stonehill clan, you say?"
"Yes. From that way a long day and a half a day.", says Gralk pointing northeast.
"From the mountain's toes area then. All of you?", Alderleaf asks looking again to Blaire.
"Well our goblinkin are. The wolves are from these Neverwinter Wood. I'm from the northern isles. Wolfsong is a fellow northlander but not a sailor or islander and Ikki here. You're from the south west aren't you? I think I remember you saying that."
Ikki looks at her then at the halfling then points southeast, *click "Far over mountain and water."
He puts his hand down again resting slightly on his spear.
"Well Endure might know more about it then."
"I have a thatched shed over there.", pointing northeast on her land near five hundred yards from Endure's workshop. "You can grab some bails from the hey loft and make a decent camp there. I have a pump and trough that works well for bathing behind the barn. Not the warmest option. You can buy a heated soak at the Stonehill." She pauses for a moment, "or work something out with Jubilance. They have a tub."
"It's ten copper a night and includes a good breakfast whenever you are up for it. You do some work around the farm and I'll drop it to six.", she pauses again. "You all hunt me a couple good dear to boot and I will drop it to three for a tenday."
"Well, aren't you pragmatic?", Blaire asks looking at her.
"I also have leaf to sell for your pipe if you have a mind. An call me Qelline. There's a good patch of forest on the northern part of the farm." She points it out. "You're welcome to hunt there or most ways east and south of that old stone wall."
"And I’m Blaire. Thank you for the advice. Here. Nine silver. That will cover us the six of us five nights helping round the farm and a tenday if we have a good hunt. This afternoon and evening though, we'd like to set camp, wash and meet up with some of our companions at the inn."
"Far enough. Carp! Carp!"
"Here Ma!" A young halfling comes running from around the southwest side of the farmhouse.
"These are our guests for a bit. Show them the hayloft, well pump, bathing trough and the thatched shed. They'll be camping in the shed. And don't be fearful of the goblins but be mindful of them all specifically the wolves. No offense, dear."
"None taken. Good to be cautious of strangers and beasts. And here is a silver in advance for that leaf."
"Lovely, Blaire. Thank you. Carp, dear, be sure to get Ms. Blaire a pouch of the ready leaf."
"Yes, mum! An don't worry. I'm used to goblins." Carp says as he starts to lead the group round the northeast side of the farmhouse.
When Sildar gets to the Stonehill Inn, he approaches the bar. "Excuse me, might I speak with a Mrs. Stonehill?"
"She's in the office. Who's looking for her?"
"Oh, pardon me. I am Sildar Hallwinter of the Lords' Alliance."
"Ah, okay. Name's Mike. Hey! Sarah! Run up an get Mrs. Stonehill, will you? Lords' Alliance fellow is hete."
Sarah, the stout short - maybe five foot - female half-elf with dirty blond hair again pulled back in a braid wearing light brown pants and a plane off white tunic, nods. "I'll get her Mike."
"Oh, hey, y'all. Good to see you back. Big Al’s hand is doing well too by the way."
Then she heads up the stairs.
As Carp collects the leaf for Blaire, showing the group the barn, heyloft, pump and bathing trough, Gralk asks, "You know many goblinkin?"
Blaire has stowed her pipe and the new leaf. She and Ikki are listening as they load some hay on a man drawn hay cart.
"Oh, well, one goblin. There's one. He isn't as tall as you but he is as wide as him.", pointing at Gaatbort. Glufs and Gaatbort laugh. Carp looks confused but continues, "He; I think he's a him. Um a boy. You're a girl, right? And so is she and he's a boy right?"
Gralk nods, "Yes."
"Okay, so he's probably a boy. Anyway, he hangs out over at the Sleeping Giant. I saw him a few times when I was practicing sneaking. Do you ride the wolves like they do?"
Gralk giggles, "I can ride, but I am very tall and I get nervous on a wolf. Makes it nervous too."
"Oh, Wow. Yeah. You are taller than the other two. Are you older? I know it doesn't work that way. I'm almost as tall as mum. I will probably be taller than her.", he pauses to take a breath and looks to Gralk for an answer.
Gralk laughs again, "You are right. It doesn't work that way. Glufs is my mother. Like your mum? Gaatbort is my older brother. I speak common well and know it. Gaatbort know it better and speak it the same. Glufs knows less and doesn't like to speak it. Past tenday she speak it a lot and is very tired. Grumpy?" Gralk smiles wide. Carp laughs. Glufs says something in goblin. Gaatbort laughs.
"My gran is like that. Knows everything I say, but always wants me to speak in halfling and only answers in halfling."
Blaire and Ikki have the hay cart full and start pulling it toward the thatched shed.
Gaatbort asks, "You want ride?"
Carp practically jumps, "Yes! Yes!" Gaatbort offers a hand and swings the boy up behind him. They all start toward the shed following the hay cart.
(( To those who celebrate Happy Christmas or Blessed Yule ))
A small smirk forms on Wolfsong's lips as he watches Blaire be taken in by indigo skinned beauty, it surprised Wolfsong at how easily Blaire had fallen for the woman, but he did not fault her for it. Endure brought to mind an elven huntress that Wolfsong had fallen for not long after he left his tribe. Dai'velrin was her name, she was a goddess with a bow who put most of the hunters of his tribe to shame, remembering her turned Wolfsong's smirk into a full grin. He had spent a good month with Dai'velrin's clan hunting along side her, but after awhile he felt the pull of the Wilds urging him onward to the next hunt. On he final night with her he promised to return an even greater hunter than when he left and regale her with tales of his hunts in the distant wilds.
Wolfsong is brought out of his reminiscence by Endure's question, he crosses his arms casually then answers, “A job, a fairly simple one in truth, I just lack the skill to do it myself, always have.”
Wolfsong uncrosses his arms and shifts off his pack, “There are some trophies I have collected on my recent hunts that I wish to have treated so they do not decay too quickly and then strung together as a necklace.”
Wolfsong then pulls out the three orc tusks he had broken off, the three goblin ears he had taken, and the bugbear ear, “My thought was to have the ears hung by the lobes between the tusks, if possible.”
Wolfsong, Endure slightly shakes her head side to side with a small smirk on her face. Her tail caches your attention briefly as it sweep just a moment behind her. She reaches her hand out palm side up in a "give me" gesture but doesn't approach you.
"Well, let's have a good look at the material I will be working with. A few questions to do the job right. Do you have a leather or chain you wish to use? Do you want these items adjustable to expand or rearrange as you continue your hunts?"
If you approach and hand her the items, she looks each over and adds, "Do you want the tusks affixed or capped with leather, pewter or another metal or do you want them bore through to string on?"
TT, Rinn, Robwin, As Sarah heads up the stairs, Mike looks to the three of you. "What can I do for you?"
It is slow at the moment. Being late afternoon, in a mostly mining and farming town, that makes sense. Mike looks busy with work that need to be done, but not too rushed.
"We will be needing lodging for the night, at least, how many rooms do you have available?"
"Ah, well, we have five rooms available right now. They run five silver a night."
"We will take them all" TT will present the writ to him. "Will this cover the rooms?"
Mike looks over the writ. "Yeah, this would cover four nights and five rooms. You can split them up how you'd like. What's your name?"
At this point as Mike is asking your name, Sarah comes down the stairs with Mrs. Stonehill, you presume.
Mike says, "Oh, Ma'am, this here Sildar wants to see you about the Lords' Alliance business and this one has a writ from Ms. Thornton for a few nights."
"Thank you, Mike. You and Sarah carry-on. I will handle this."
She takes the paper from Mike, looks it over and says, "I am Trilena Stonehill. My husband and I own and run this Inn. Halia Thornton is always good for business. What's your names?"
Mike pipes in, "Here are the room tokens.", and places five colored wooden tokens each with an letter symbol on it; B to F. "Each room has the mark on the door. Rooms lock from the inside. Mrs. Stonehill has the master key." With that he nods to Mrs. Stonehill and continues his work.
"I'm Rinn, ma'am," the elf pipes up, standing tall and proud as if his name should be known for his adventuring and deeds. He quickly relaxes though and takes the key excitedly as it is handed to him. "Is there any new news around town, Missus Stonehill? I feel like it's been an age since we were here last and now I'm out of the loop," he smiles innocently at the inn keeper.
"Rinn? I believe I heard your name from Sarah or Anders, haven't I?"
"Yes, ma'am!", Sarah calls from where she's setting up some mugs. "He's been around the last three or four tenday helping at the Miner's Exchange, Barthen’s Provisions and the smithy. Recently, he and his friends helped out Big Al’s, Mr. Barthen and the Lionshield's from what Thistle and Anders said, ma'am."
"Is that so?", Mrs. Stonehill says, turning her attention back to your crew. "Well, that's a good bit to be proud of. I will say."
"And the rest of you?"