Gillain comes down just after Tio. She looks a little more cleaned up. Her hair is down a little past her shoulder and well brushed. She greets her friend, “Morning Tio. Did you rest well?”. She smiles and sits near her, then waits politely for Alrik to emerge before ordering something for breakfast.

”When we get a moment, would you mind fixing my hair again?”. She gives her a shy smile. “Last time you did it, it held all day... but then fell out easy when I took it down... ...You’ll have to teach me how you do that”.

Gillain notices the figure sleeping in the corner, but leaves them be, until they awake.

Tio speaks to the sleeping man. He snorts and begins to move slightly but does not lookup. 
"Thank you but Alrik wants me to pay for a room but I can rest here for free," he says in a groggy voice. 
The man's voice is that of an older man and a white beard can be seen coming from the hood. Tio does notice a silver necklace around the robes neck area. The medallion on the necklace is a sun with a human face in the middle of it. 

As Gillain comes down, movement can be heard in the backroom, presumably, it is Alrik.

Tio nods "If you can't afford a room then that is understandable. I apologize for disturbing your rest." Tio will bow before leaving the figure to rest. 

Seeing Gillain come down Tio will go to her "Good morning Gillain, i did in fact rest well. As for your hair I don't mind fixing it up for you but, it will be quite hard to do the style by yourself. Since it takes at least two hands to braided together. Come, let me fix it for you." Tio will begin to work on her hair explaining the process "My first master had me work on his childrens hair all the time as soon as they woke. They were quite the rambunctious little ones."

Gillain moves to allow Tio to fix her hair. And the chat while she’s working on it. “Ha, do you miss them? They must be grown by now, no??”.

”Hmmm.... it feels like weeks since you did this before, in the carriage on the way to the Count’s mansion... ...So much has changed since then!...”.

”Tio, There’s..... ...... I... I feel like..  I can channel some kind of energy, through my hands... through my spear... Did you see it??...... When I’m scared. Or is it when I’m angry? I’m so confused.. but when I try to do it again.”. She clenches and relaxes her fists a couple of times along with some exertion, “Nnnnn-ugh!... Nothing!...”.

”My mentor used to do it, but I’m just a squire. I haven’t taken the trials. I haven’t sworn the Oath....”.

Tying Gillain’s hair “I haven’t thought of them in so long, how many decades has it been...” Tio thinks for a moment “They were nice children but the war always had master moving so I was rarely with them. When we were home they clung to me. They would probably young adults now.”

”Almost done, it’s a lot easier when we’re not on a carriage.”

As Gillain unloads her thoughts and frustrations to Tio. She places a well needed hand on Gillain’s shoulder “Believe in yourself young Gillain, where I came from Gods are...”

She stops her self for a moment “Well it’s not my place to say but I believe that you have this strength about you. Once the need to uses these powers come again remember that feeling as it surges throughout your body. I am sure you can master it, just as I can master mine.”

Tio continue to braid “And there all done.” Gillain hair now braided into a bun out of her face. For a moment Tio will give a soft hug around Gillain before she moves out of her seat. “I wonder when the others will awake.” 

As Tio and Gillain talk and...grooming, (:P) Alrik appears from the back. He is wearing the same clothing when the party entered the Tavern and he is carrying a bundle of wood in his arms. He sets the wood down by the hearth and stirs the coals a bit, finding a few that glow cherry red. He uses kindling to coax a fire from them then is off to the back again, letting the fire take hold of the wood.

The figure stirs a bit his faint voice muttering something about "letting a man sleep". 

The sound of a rooster crowing is heard outside, but some distance away. Alrik seems to pay it no mind as he continues to shuffle in the back, not making any attempt to unbar the door or windows. 

Time passes.
From the back, the scent of baking bread wafts through the air. As Gillain and Tio wait for their companions the man in the corner stirs, probably due to the smell of fresh bread. Suddenly there is a commotion from the man. Gillain and Tio turn to see him staring back at them, especially at Tio in complete horror. "What is one of the Plagued doing in here?" he calls out, his voice high and excited. The man, approximately 10 ft. from Gillain and Tio, holds a knife in their direction, his hands visibly shaking. The man is backing away, trying to slide deeper into the corner he had been sleeping at. 

Gillain looks from the stranger, to Tio, and back again.

Gillain is dressed for the day, in her chainmail, and has brought all her gear down, but it’s just piled up, to one side, out of the way. She has no weapons on her and she remains seated, despite the drawn knife.

She speaks calmly and kindly, ”Be at ease gentle Sir... Speak freely: what troubles you??... What’s this talk of ‘the Plagued’?....”.

Gimble:

...Last night, after identifying the items...

Holding onto the spellbook and laying the rest of the items out, Gimble says, "We should split this up between us as seems best to the rest of you.  I would like to have this spellbook and enough coin for food, lodging, and to buy the proper inks and reagents to scribe the spells into my spellbook.  Of course, such items may not be available for purchase here, but one can always hope.  What of the rest of you?"

...to be continued in the group message thread so as not to clutter up the game, but we should split treasure so we have the proper items & funds...

Tilting her head Tio looks back at the stranger “Perhaps you are confused from the lack of rest.” Tio will remain seated but if he decided to come closer or become aggressive she will stand up. 

The man, wide-eyed and a fearful expression on his face points his dagger from Tio to Gillain then back.
"The only thing I know is that those that are suffering from the plague that is crossing this land is that those affected wear a mask to hide their disfigurement. And I have slept enough."

The man quickly gathers his things and moves to the door, his back pressed hard against the wall, trying to keep as much distance as he can between him and Tio. Once he gets to the door he turns only to fumble with the braces that bar the door. With amazing strength, enhanced by his adrenaline and fear, the man is able to quickly move the plank aside. He grabs the doorknob trying to open the door and rush out, only to slam his head into the door. The man quickly grabs his nose, turns to make sure Tio is some distance from him. He absently waves his dagger in your direction as he fumbles to get the door open. He is finally able to get the door open and he flees the tavern like a mad man.

Alrik comes from the back, dressed with his dishtowel in hand, and asks: "What was that all about?"

“What a strange man, it’s seemed he was delusional.” Tio will relax now that the figure ran.

Gillain says to Alrik, “The stranger who was sleeping here said something about The Plagued and then ran out!... ... Oh, and can we order some breakfast please?...”. She says matter of factly, with a smile.

Then turning to Tio, she says, “You alright?... Not really what you expect when you come down for breakfast first thing in the morning!!”.

She looks back to Alrik for an answer on breakfast.

Gimble:

Coming down late, Gimble enters clutching the spellbook.  It is apparent he stayed up late last night reading.  Setting up at a table, he looks around and checks on the others, "Everyone sleep well?  Is breakfast on the way?"

Gimble opens up the book and makes some notes on what inks and reagents he might need to use to transcribe the spells into his own spellbook.

The spellbook of Elizabet Durst:

- Disguise self:  Does not have it, Level 1 Illusion:  50 gp and 2 hours

- Identify: Already has it

- Mage armor:  Already has it

- Magic missile:  Already has it

- Protection from evil & good:  Does not have it, Level 1 Abjuration, 50 gp and 2 hours

- Darkvision:  Does not have it, Level 2 Transmutation, 100 gp and 4 hours

- Hold person:  Does not have it, Level 2 Enchantment, 100 gp and 4 hours

- Invisibility: Already has it

- Magic weapon:  Does not have it, Level 2 Transmutation, 100 gp and 4 hours

Total of 400 gold and 16 hours of time.

OOC:  How much is the spellbook worth to sell?  

"Did somebody say breakfast?" says a yawning Bob as he lopes into the room with the rest of the group, rubbing the sleepy crust out of his crinkled eyes. He brushes a bit of residual fungus off of his shoulders before settling down next to Gimble, nodding and examining the spellbook along with him as if he knows what it says. "Och, aye! Slept like the dea- er, like a rock."

The eladrin is likely the last to come down and be 'ready' for the day. Silver hair at odd angles, clothes winkled, and pack hitting each step as she drags it behind her down the staircase, Ban is clearly not a morning person. Huffing as she plops down, Ban yawns deeply and waives a good morning. Lazily patting her hair down and tucking what else she can into her cloak hood, she puts head in a supportive hand and sleepily watches the group as she daydreams of the warm bread to come. The smell of which veritably lifted her up from bed like a cartoon to freshly baked pie.

“I am fine, strange I was just speaking to him earlier.Well he did have his head down.”

As the others begin to arrive “You all arrived just in time. Gillain plans on ordering breakfast. Mr. Gimble, about that cloak did you want to keep it or could I use it? It could help with my defense. Also I think splitting the healing items and scrolls we can do now before we set out and of course breakfast.” 

[Assuming from the thread I’ll be adding the cloak.]

Gimble:

”I lay no claim on any of the items except the use of the spellbook to scribe to my own, and I would certainly appreciate any funds to finance the rare inks needed for such scribing,” responds Gimble.  “Please, use the cloak for your protection, as I endeavor to stay at a distance from any foes we may encounter.”

“Very well, also take the Healing potions mister Gimble. Ban and I will take the others.” Tio will take the cloak and attune to it ask breakfast is served. She will also take a healing potion for herself and hand one off to Ban.

”As for the rest of the goods perhaps a better town will be able to afford them. I have no issues of splitting the profit or keeping a communal fund we got 25 coins from Strahd already. I think the loose coins should be add in but if not we can split it.” 

Ban stands and takes the potion from Tio, nodding in appreciation. Looking over the items, she takes up the silvered short sword and checks the balance. Satisfied, she tucks the potion into an inner cloak pocket and sits down as she plays with the blade. As she looks at the silvery shine, Ban wonders about the availability of a freshly baked loaf of bread. Casually, she asks, "So, we're meeting the Burgomaster's son, eh? The missive the gnome has was bleak, to say the least. Boy's sister turning into a blood thirsty undead thrall and all."

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The party gathers in the common room. Alrik says little but provides some bread and a stew of...something. Its taste is a bit bland but you can eat it. 
Alrick again says little but does provide a bit of information.
"If yer wantin' to sell or buy things, Bilbrath's Mercantile is the only place in Barovia to do so. It won't open till midmorning." (marked with an M on the map)
Alrik goes about opening the Tavern up.

The party sits about an hour, eating and talking, as Alrik goes about his day when abruptly the entire place starts shaking. A rumble can be heard coming from outside as the building shakes. Alrik, usually his stoic noncommutative self, is surprised and a bit of fear can be seen in his face.
(Dex save DC 13 or fall on yer butts :P)
Things within the tavern start to fall off their perches and a crash is heard from the back room.
The rumbling lasts only for a few short seconds then passes.