Ulf nods, "Well done...I was getting concerned. Not much is happening up here ... the storm even has the locals worried...", he pauses and looks toward the entracnce, "...and the drunk Orc is busy brawling with another Orc...for fun. Clearly she can't hold her liquor." He shakes his head, "Ylnira  is watching over her."

His focus wanders over the room, then returns to Ulric, "Did you find anything out about her group? Or what they had discovered so far?"

Ulric turns his attention back to the conversation. "She said her group is camped along a river. If you follow the river near the Bargewrite Inn, you'll eventually come to it. She said she hasn't learned anything useful yet." He forms the symbol with his hands that Ghileeda showed them. "That sign will get us into the camp without being attacked on sight of we ever need to talk to them."

The guard manages to dodge Shautha's strike, just barely, and she takes advantage of it, her elbow shoots down, trying to knock Shautha's sickle  down and strike at her rubs again, but she overexerts her attack and barely manages to miss the off-balance Shautha, but because of her grip on the half orc druid, she manages to anchor herself against the wind, pushing herself away to get  a better reach with her weapon, she draws it back and hacks again, hitting Shautha in the shoulder, cutting a deep gash there as well. Smirking a bit with confidence as she's the only one who's managed to land a blow so far.

Ghileeda only nodded in response to Yin's comments, eyes still closed 'staring' at the roof of the cellar. Thank you.and I will consider your offer when I've calmed down. 

Shautha is up. She gets a DAO vs the guard for missing her own DAO.

Taking advantage herself on the fact that Zonith is holding onto her, Shautha strikes again with her sickle, giving a smirk of her own if it hits. 

Hissing when the guard cuts her on the shoulder, she slashes the sickle towards her, aiming to make her bleed a little. After that, the wind pushes her away from her, and she starts to march towards her again with difficulty.

Managing to get in two very solid blows before being flung away thirty feet by the wind as she struggles to get her grip on the ground  until the last few inches, see's a now bleeding half orc coming her way, using the wind to her advantage, she charges in with a furious howl, to match the wind itself, as the tornado continues to rage in the 'background' of their combat, too far fro mtown to harm the down directly but still a threat to someone or something, somewhere.

Her glaive drawn like a massive, long battleaxe as she brings it into Shautha's gut hard, but with the flat end, knowing they were both near their limit and deals a blow that put's Shautha down for the count. But before Shautha can be blown away, the guard, despite her wounds, reaches for Shautha's hand and grabs it solidly, before anchoring her glaive's butt into the ground, and slowly getting up to pull her back to the tavern where she had been drinking. Making it, with the use of her glaive as a grounding pole and pushing just inside with the Unconscious Shautha.

Ylnira follows the two inside, gruffly sighing as her healer's robes billow in the wind. Those of you who are watching her intently may notice something curious - while the exterior of her outfit resembled the regular attire used by the clerics and priests of the All-faiths Shrine, the inside of her garments are dyed entirely black. She shakes her head, muttering something about how going on missions with drunkards was bound to be dangerous, before she approaches Shautha and the other orc. Knowing what Shautha was capable of certainly reassured Ylnira, however. "Hello. I believe you have fought my ally," she comments. "If you are finished with your combat, I would like to prevent anyone from bleeding out."

If the other half-orc permits, Ylnira will simply place a Hand of Healing over Shautha's forehead. A small amount of silvery energy coalesces, restoring 6 hit points. Ylnira calmly retracts the arm and folds them in her usual stern manner, a disapproving expression on her face.

Zomith, upon entering and being nearly immediately greeted, looks at Yin and gives her a hard stare for a long moment, before realizing she recognized her from the shrine, and her tension released, as she set Shautha up against the wall. Kneeling herself nearby, still a bit buzzed but the rush of combat flushing most of that out. Mm. She fight good. Only lose because wind favored me. I was on last breath too.  she said, huffing a bit herself, bleeding from several gashes Shautha had inflicted. When any healing occurs, Shautha may wake up if she chooses, and while buzzed her drunkenness will also be removed due to adrenaline.

The other customers and shelterers from the winds have mixed feelings, some are cheering on the fight, others seem not to care, and the same table as before continue their mumblings about 'halfies' but they don't seem to have the spine to do anything much about it. The barkeeper talks to one of the still-working staff members telling them to send a few plates your guys' ways, takign a few minutes but some simple broken bread, and some cutlets of meat per plate with a mug of water for you all, on the house.

Shautha grumbles as she wakes up, snapped out of her drunken carelessness, so she has enough decency to at least pretend to be a little mortified in front of Ylnira. "Thanks for the healing. Won't drink again while on the job, I promise."

She turns to Zomith. "Good brawl. You are a strong one." Still staring at her, she mutters a word in Druidic, and some healing magic is casted on the other half-orc's wounds. "Just doing a favor to a fellow warrior. I am no healer, I don't waste pity on weaklings, but you are strong. Just a little something so you don't bleed out before we meet again, I want my rematch" She explains to her with a playful smirk and a defiant glare.

"Did anything important happened while I was... out?" She asks to Yilnira. If there's anything she's really mortified of is to have been drunk and 'slacking off' while the others were working, not the brawl.

Zomith grutned an affirmation, to allow herself to be healed by her former opponent, and a clear baseline of respect is felt, that a fight was so close meant it was A good fight. You strong too. We see each other again if you survive long enough!  she said in response to Shautha's own future challenge. Getting up then to take advantage of the now free food, as little as it was, and free drink to wet her throat, Zomith then got up, lest others view her as sappy or weak. Other plates were brought out for the rest of the party, for Shautha because of the entertainment she had provided, and the others for dealing with the cellar issue. 

As the food is brought to him, Ulric kind of picks through the meal, not really interested in the food. He eats some of the meat and pockets the bread for later. He stands and walks over to where Shuatha and Yrnila are in his calm manner. He asks the battered half-orc, "Are you ok?" Judging by his body language, he doesn't actually really seem to be interested in Shuatha's condition. His attention seems to be elsewhere, and the inquiry was more of a nicety than anything else.

Ulf is startled when the food arrives and thanks the server. He turns to Ulric and Ylnira, "Everyone's making friends, I see."

He takes a few mouth-fulls of food and, like Ulric, saves some bread for later. "So...where are we going? If we want to investigate the caravan, then maybe Ghileeda's friends. If it's the necromancer...then they can probably wait."

As the winds howl and the roof creaks, he grimaces, then looks up at the roof. "Did you say you found a basement? We may need it before this storm is over. Not sure I want to travel with a tornado nearby..."

The tornado is in 'roughly' the opposite direction of the caravan/organization stuff, and is directly north of the 'area' with the necromancer. Waiting on other actions to be taken. No planned events at the moment, and time hasn't moved 'far' enough for forced events since it's only been about an hour and a half since you all arrived.

Will wait a few more hours.

Ylnira calmly, yet sternly, ensures Shautha is in working order before joining the four at the table. She constantly keeps a trained eye on the surroundings - many factions were likely at play, and it would be foolish to drop guard now that they have found a singular one in Ghileeda. She politely refuses the food. 

"I do not mind investigating either first," she curtly responds, skipping over 'formalities'. "On one hand, the present conditions may make travel a nuisance. On the other, neither the necromancer nor the reason behind the caravan's disappearance are likely to be moving at this time. I recommend we assess the danger of the current storm and proceed with what fancies the party the most." She turns her head towards the billowing wind outside. "Frankly? I have had enough with staying indoors, even if the wind is quite fierce." 

Ulf nods and smiles in agreement at the idea of moving. A cautious person might stay indoors, but he is always more comfortable acting rather than waiting.

"We were hired to investigate the caravan. That hasn't changed. We should go that way."

Shautha will devour messily whatever food is on the plate before she speaks.

"The wind is fierce, but not by much. If I was able to fight in it while drunk, then we can travel through it. We must continue the mission."

Ulric watches each person as they speak. Afterwards, he says, "So, we leave now?" Cyrin hoots nervously as she sees the winds blowing last the window.

Will assume everyone is going in a few hours, but I still need a direction - Are you going after the organization from Ghileeda, are you going where you've heard about the caravan rumors? etc. Trying to make sure that I don't misunderstand your intents.

(( If Ulric thinks he can fake it well enough, then I guess Ghileeda's group, but Ulf would be in favour of getting to the site before the tracks are even more degraded ))

"Indeed. Spending time conversing will not aid in tracking the caravan when the winds are like this," Ylnira remarks, rising from the table with a polite thanks to whoever ordered the food to them. "I suggest we head there first."