"Aye, the professor was there, just as your book told you," Qorin says, with a sigh. This need to be right is a dangerous weakness. "So was Adivion. So were the centipedes. Why didn't you warn us?"
Rather than waiting for an answer, he turns to stand by the fire and begins to loosen the straps on his armor.
"How about we all just go and get some rest for the night? It is quite late now and I know that I am quite tired. How about we save this discussion for tomorrow?"
Ebon gleefully picks up the different bundles of arrows and places them on his person. "I don't suppose anyone will object to me taking these. I have so few pleasures in life, it's nice when happenstance brings you the things you enjoy."
As Ebon is shifting through the pile of loot, his eyes glance upon the glass vials set next to the box with a scarab on it and the board.
"That's strange. The symbol on that box is the same as one of the books the professor left behind"
He picks up one of the vials and presses it close to his beak so he can get a better view of its contents.
"Yes, sleep may very well be a good thing, certainly, but... what do you all think this could be?"
Dantrian narrows his eyes at Qorin but bites his tongue in light of Lysa's attempt at peace-making. Shaking his head slightly,
simple-minded religious brute!
he crosses his arms, his right index finger tapping against his pursed lips as he regards the vials, the box, and Ebon's question. His eyes shine appreciatively toward the tengu for but a moment before being drawn back to the objects in question.
Ah, an important question at last! Hmmm... what are they indeed?
"I've not a clue. It could be that they are in some way connected to what Gabriela identified as a spirit board. They could also be entirely unrelated." He yawns then, covering his mouth with a balled fist, "Whatever the answer to this riddle, I doubt it will mind waiting until morning to be found out."
"I traveled far to get here today and it has been a long evening, complete with mysteries, superstitious mobs, a strange man and giant bugs attacking us. I find myself too weary to even guess about anything right now. I am going upstairs to find a room to sleep in and will see all of you in the morning."
Lysa heads upstairs and looks for a room to sleep in. Kendra said there was enough room here for all of us. I hope that meant enough actual beds to go around. I really do hate sleeping on the floor. Once she finds one, she removes her armor and boots and then strips down to her shift, slides under the blanket of a bed and goes to sleep.
Qorin holds Dantrian's eye until Lysa speaks, and then bows his head to her. She is right, of course. It has been a long day, and full of strangeness and danger.
"We have accomplished much in a short time, working together" he says, turning to Dantrian and extending a calloused hand. "It is foolish to turn against one another, now that we have reached a place of safety."
Dantrian glances down at Qorin's proferred hand, then back up to meet his eyes.
If this zealot knew what grows within me, would he extend his hand so freely? I think not.
A hint of sadness and perhaps even loneliness flashes across Dantrian's face. It's gone faster than a blink though, and all that remains in his expression is weariness from the day's stresses.
With a nod, he weakly shakes Qorin's hand, "A place of safety?" He glances to the books that had been locked within the professor's chest, "Perhaps."