Alexa wraps an arm gently around Marla, rubbing the other woman's back gently. "Breathe..." she says softly. "Shhh, just breathe..." She keeps rubbing the other woman's back until Marla calms down a little. "It's all right. You're safe. Just take a deep breath. In, out. In, out. Again and again." She repeats this for a few more moments before finally getting to the point at hand. "Now, here's what we'll do. We'll talk to Misha's parents and get that squared away, and then we'll search the house, top to bottom, for any signs of ghosts. We'll figure out where the ghosts are and how to put them to rest. And then we can try to figure out your visions." Her voice is steady and reassuring, carrying just a hint of warm, restorative magic to it.

(OOC: Casting resistance on Marla, and I figure as a bolstering spell, the magic would feel rather reassuring)

"Yes. Feel free to look around and see what needs to be done." Jen says, taking one of the donuts.

Marla slowly relaxes against Alexa, her breathing becoming more measured as she regains control. She takes a final deep breath, and pulls away - but just collecting herself. She smiles as the warm energy of Alexa’s faith spreads through her. ‘Thank you for that.’ she says, her voice still a little rough. She automatically brushes down her dress, then starts to become more self-aware ‘Gods, I must look a mess.’ she quickly uses Prestidigitation to sort out her hair, to smooth her dress, and freshen her breath, which activity seems to reinforce her control, and her poise. She smiles again at Alexa ‘I don’t follow Ilmater, but I’m glad he saw fit to have you visit the Yawning Portal when you did.’ Then she seems to deflate again for a moment. ‘I may need some help from Flowers or Misha to collect my stuff from my lodgings. Lord Guldaur’s men have found me again. I managed to give them the slip this morning, but they’ll be waiting for me now.’ She stands with some renewed purpose ‘That should come after we’ve met Misha’s parents and searched the house though...’

Alexa returns Marla's smile with a soft one of her own, hand brushing absentmindedly across her collar/necklace. "I am glad He chose to guide me there as well. And I'm sure that Flowers or Misha will be happy to assist you in collecting your things and keep an eye out for this Lord Guldaur's men." She stands with the wizard. "For now, let's go talk to Misha's parents."

Misha's parents would smile as the group help themselves to the donuts before making their way through the Trollskull Manor and tavern. The portly couple start in the basement and work their way upwards, making sure to thoroughly inspect every room. While neither one of them know anything about running a tavern, they are both very familiar with hard work and what it takes to run a successful business. "Oh my!?" Misha's mother Wilma exclaims as she makes her way to the basement. "Well.. looks like ya got a bit of a mess down.. her father Horace says with a look of concern as he moves around Jorah's throne. "But most these barrels look like they should still be good once you get rid of the vinegar inside" He says with a scrunched up nose after helping himself to a small taste of its contents. "Looks like you should have plenty of help once you get the place fixed up" Wilma says on their way out of the basement as she watches the kobolds scurry around behind Jorah. "But it is very important that you reach out to the proper guilds for work that needs done." Horace adds quickly. "I cannot stress enough, that if ya want to succeed in this town you got to play by the rules. Many times you might be able to fix something yourself... you'd be farther ahead to pay someone else to do it. It may cost you more up front but the guilds look out for each other. If you help them then they'll help you." Horace says as he reaches up and places his large hand on his daughters shoulder. As they make their way around the manor, the two of them point out items that need addressed as they pass a piece of paper back and forth while taking notes. By the time they make it all the way to the attic and finish their inspection the two of them are out of breath. "Sure are a lot of stairs in this place" Horace says to Wilma as they make their decent to the tap room to discuss the findings. "Alright, well I think we've seen enough of the place to say that it seems like a pretty good investment." Horace says to the group before looking to Wilma who nods in agreement. "You'll be helping them right Misha?" She asks as she takes her daughters hand. "I've never seen you fail at anything you set your mind too sweat heart. If you are here to help this group of heroes run this tavern than.. well I think the Yawning Portal better watch out!" Wilma exclaims with a smile. Horace lets out a hardy laugh and places his hand on his wifes back. "Maybe" He says with a smile before looking towards the group. "I think we could probably spare around..." He pauses and looks to Wilma who gives him a nod. "Seven hundred and fifty gold" He finishes with a heavy sigh. "Misha has told us nothing but good things about all of you.. And while.. it is a lot of coin. We trust our daughter and all of you. We want you all to succeed." Wilma says with a gentle smile. "So I can reach out to my contacts with some of the guilds ya like. There is a guild to fix the roof and a guild to fix the windows and a guild to supply the food and a guild to supply the spirits and a guild to supply the new linens..." Horace lists before Wilma places a gentle hand on his arm. "I think they get it dear" He interrupts with a giggle before looking to the group once more.. now I hope you all can find a way to cover the remaining costs to get this place going... Your father is right. We can help put you in touch with the right people and provide what we can but I don't think it is quite enough." "Im sure they can come up with the money. there's always opportunities for folks to make coin in Waterdeep" Horace pipes up, trying to lighten reassure the group. "There are a number of shops around here. It's a good location. Probably wouldn't hurt to pay them a visit. They might have things that need doin should ya happen to need a bit more coin." Misha's father adds as the two of them prepare to leave.

"Yes, Father." Misha nodded. "I weel help them. Thank you for coming and looking."

(OOC: Misha knows that 750 gold is a lot for them. Probably the majority of their savings)

When Misha's parent's come down to the basement, Jorah takes a territorial stance and watches them, while protectively holding his arms out to protect his brother's and sisters. He could tell that these flesh skins weren't bad, but he didn't like it when people stepped into his home uninvited.

"Oh!" Misha startles. "Uh. W-. Jorah, uh.." she didn't know how to begin, seeing that Jorah had guests? And now there was many kobolds now, in the basement?

Jorah looked over to Misha, cocking his head, "Iz said waz briningz tribe. They helpz here, and keepz territory safe when wez not here." Giving his quick explanation to Misha, he slightly drops his guard and motions to the brothers and sisters behind him. "Thiz iz Kip, Knob, Spike, Squat, Flip, and Dave. Theyz my tribe."

"Ah." Misha nodded, remembering. She raised her hand for two reasons, one, to let Jorah know that Misha was not a threat, and two, to say hello. She looked at each one of the little dragons in turn with a smile and a nod.

"Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Unnnnd hello."

Was that last one named "Dave"?

Yes, yes he is.

Jorah's brothers and sister all give their own little meek waves, Kip, in particular, seeming braver as she took a step to Jorah's side to examine Misha, but not close enough to be in the range of her weapon.

Jorah nods, pleased that Misha understood, and looked back to his brothers and Kip, muttering something in Draconic before walking over to Misha, flaring his nostrils as he sniffed something. He then looked back up at her, "Those two flesh-skins. Theyz your elderz? Youz there'z kin?"

Jen looks at all of the new Kobolds that will be sharing a space with them. "Any of you want a donut?"

"Yes!" Misha said, looking at Kip approach. She treated the action like a person being approached by a friendly animal from a distance She watched the kobold approach and stay by Jorah's side. Dressed in her business casual outfit, she was unarmored and unarmed. Violence, she learned long ago, had a time and it's place. This was not one of them. "Thees ees my mother, Wilma, and father, Horace. I am their daughter." she said. "I have a tribe, just like you!"

Alexa pokes her head down and gives a wave to the little kobold tribe. She generally recognizes them from her work with them a year or so ago, and is on vaguely friendly terms with most of Jorah's tribe.

Indeed, seeing Alexa, most of the 6 siblings that spot her all wave happily, with Kip & Knob rushing past Misha to go greet her and try and show her down respectfully to their new home.

Jorah sizes up Misha's parents then looks back to her. After a few seconds of thought, Jorah went back to his throne to pick up a bag, reaching in he found what he was looking for, then came back to Misha with his bag. Pulling out an inkbottle filled with turmeric spice mixed into blood, he dumps some of the liquid onto his hand and reaches up to give a line on Misha and her parent's forearms. When he's done, he puffs his chest out then turns to his siblings, calling out, "New friends of zhe tribe! Tribe Mizha joinz us as friendz!" 

"Oh!" Misha said, unsure what was happening. "Is that bl- Oh. Ok!" she smiled and surrendered. Playing along, she also puffed out her chest and declared: "Misha ees honored to be part of zeh tribe. From thees moment on, Tribe Misha friends weeth Tribe Jorah." She shot a casual look to her bewildered parents and nodded to comply, sliding in a wink. They did.

IT'S HARD TO FORGET

Despite her rebirth, Misha remembered everything. 

She remembered hunting down and murdering a woman named Cora Perkins, agent of Hell. She remembered carrying the broken body of Carrhae - Captain of the Belle, and friend. She remembered saying goodbye to Corrin, each and every time, and watching her cry. She remembered saving Meep Polliwog from the insides of a cosmic monster, deep in it's bowels and swimming in it's intestinal fluids and blood vessels. She remembered Kali and Maui. She remembered how Emma sacrificed her life to destroy the Ravager. She remembered watching Sana and Corrin's children grow up. She remembered her world, the heat from it's angry star, and the weight of her old armor and hammer. She remembered the first time she met Jill. For some reason, she even remembered a place called Den Vurr.

Atlas. Saltmarsh. Avernus. The Ravager. Dissolution.

And she remembered Praxia, First of the Primes, the Daughter of Bane, who killed her, and all of her friends.

Forever forbid to be a part of her world and her society again, it took a while to get used to. To move on. The bitterness of defeat at the hands of the First Prime left a bad taste in Misha's mouth for a long time - getting used to her new life, at times, was not easy. If it wasn't for Kasha to keep things in perspective, Misha would certainly dwelled on it longer than she should. No. It was about mourning, not about being angry, Kasha said.

Recently, Kasha's father burned to death in a fire back home. It was Misha's turn to be the shoulder. She listened as Kasha told her that she told Yvan, but didn't want to appear weak in front of her other teammates. In truth, Kasha was angry, and devastated. The visit in the Fey and telling her mother didn't help either. 

Misha looked at the mark on her forearm and smiled at the pack of Kobolds. She went upstairs and led per parents back upstairs, kissing them goodbye. She told them she would remain her for a little bit longer. She waved, closed the door, and turned around to look at the main entrance room of the manor.

She stood there in the main entrance, and got wrapped up in the past again, and looked around staring at a spot on the floor, lost in thought.

"Oh! That's... That's nice dear!" WIlma responds nervously as the blood is drawn across her arm. Horace also looks a bit nervous but does not squirm the way Wilma does as the red liquid is applied to his skin. "Thank you, it is a... great honor!" He says with a small bow. 

Flowers leans over the edge to look downstairs and watches the kobolds with curiosity as they scurry around, his tail flicks back and forth excitedly.