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Tavana:
The night passes uneventfully, besides a lingering bad smell coming from a certain small bundle. The sun pokes briefly over a slightly charred rooftop, awakening a town that really didn't sleep very well.

A fresh pile of salted meat sits inside the door of both rooms, apparently Aldus got up a lot earlier than you. A scribbled note is folded underneath the meat inside the room he directed the males into. Unfolding it reveals the following text:

Friends, I'm going to try to keep these guards out of your way until you're ready to meet them. They're mighty upset about being put off though. Apparently the damage was worse than we thought last night. Those Goblins you picked off weren't all of them. The council wants to speak to you, and I'd better let them explain. Gather the lass as quick as you can and come downstairs.

S.K. Ren:
 Adis woke up in a cold sweat. Morning's were never good for him, they never had been. Expressionless, he clothed himself, grabbed a slice of meat and walked down stairs. The main room of the wasn't completely deserted. The glass from the broken window had already been cleaned up and it was evident work had been done to replace several damaged sections of the bar already. Too bad all the drink caught fire...
 Looking around, Adis saw the owner in the back running around supplies like a madman. He made a quick glance at his feet. He could feel the presence of the barmaid laying there, though her body was long gone. With a silent approach, he asked directions to a washroom or someplace where he might have privacy to clean up. The owner directed him to a small storage room that was nearly empty. Moving the supplies aside to avoid damaging them, Adis locked the door and began to cleanse himself.
 Ray of cold was a rather useful spell. Cast repeatedly, it caused condensation and collected water. It also made the room very cold. A fitting treatment to sober him from his nightly horrors.

Gargulec:
Soon after Adis went to the washroom, Karan came down to the main room of the inn as well. She changed her outfit, from the drab brown traveller's drab she wore for the most of her journey, into some sort of armor, made of several pieces of thick hide sewn together. It appeared to be finely crafted, but also bore marks of years of usage. Many of the pieces were also engraved, showing various scenes from life of the warriors- battles, mostly. Most of those engravings were simple, made by someone certainly not familiar with arts. Still, some of them- newer ones, as far as you could tell, were way more detailed and artful, certainly coming from some one else than the earlier ones. Also, the suit appeared to be made for a person of bigger frame and different gender than Karan, and was only adjusted with numerous straps to fit on her.

'Oh... hey' she muttered, upon seeing Adis getting back from the washroom.  'I guess I did not have to opportunity to answer you the question you asked yesterday, right?'

S.K. Ren:
 The cold air of the room breathed new life into his body, with the sweat and blood gone from the prior day, Adis felt better. Cleaning up any excess water, he did his best to figure out what message he had received this time. So many voices, images, suggestions; all from a place beyond the mortal realms. Detached, Adis left the washroom.
 Suddenly Karan's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hmm?" Adis raised his head. "Ah, yes. I was indeed wondering about the source of your wound. It looked rather nasty to be treated only with bandages."
 Regaining his sense of awareness, Adis led Karan and himself to a table to continue their discussion.

Gargulec:
'Nasty?' said Karan with a shrug, reaching towards a jug of wine. 'I just happen to bleed black, just don't get fooled by it.'

She sighed, and loosened one of the many straps on her armor.

'I just forgot how uncomfortable this thing is... she muttered spitefully. 'And the wound itself? I got it from one man, before I killed him properly. Though, I must say that before his demise, that I hope was very painful one, he gave me the information I was looking for quite a few years.'

She took a long draught of wine directly from the jug.

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