Sturion makes arrangements to refill the keg Tom carries, and arranges for stabling for him...sees to feeding him, himself. If there was all those vegetables...Tom's eating good!
Thorn simply takes a drink and sits by the window, waiting for the rest to arrive. A simple nod to Kale and some of the others but nothing else said.
He does take up a meal and partakes of it by himself, wolfing down his portion and savouring it.
Rikael nods at Yuln before speaking again.
You have lost no honor Yuln. Your enemy was capricious and deceptive. Anyone caught unawares by their foul magics would have met the same fate. That you survived speaks only of your strength. Focus on recovering. A man of the north like you won't be down for long, I've learned.
He smiles at the man, and straps Feybane back into his hip. He then makes his way out with Sildur and heads to the Stoat. When he arrives, he takes a seat at the table and nods to Agatha and Sturion.
Well, once Thorn arrives, we should eat and celebrate. Later, we should probably sell all of the stuff we brought back, and discuss our next move. I am glad we all made it back safely. A toast, to our safety and the gods who watch over us!
Sturion points out Thorn, sitting by himself..
'Es here, but he kinda seemed ta wanna be alone...Thorn? Join us if ya like...
Sturion looks over, concerned.
Sildur joins Rikael's toast gladly, taking a large swallow of brandy followed by a shrug in Sturions's direction, "Nothing wrong with taking a moment with one's thoughts master dwarf. We've all been through hell, give him a moment."
Thorn waves his current weapon against his foe, a loaf of bread against hot chicken stew in a 'I'm busy' moment towards Sturion. Busy talking and sharing his adventures with the spirits may not seem like a good idea if he were to do it in front of his companions......
Rikael opens his mouth to call out to Thorn, and then shuts it when Thorn makes his motion.
I wonder what that meant... Did we anger him in some way? Could it have been something that Ionnia person said to him? I hope he's not meaning to leave our group...
Rikael shakes his thoughts away and pulls on his mug.
So... We have some tough decisions to make... We know there are more Fey, and bigger enemies of this good place. Cayden demands I do what I can to stop them. I'm sure you all feel the same, so what do you all think our next move should be? Did those maps we found hold the secret of where this Izoze person is?
He looks around at the people in the Stoat, and down at Feybane.
If their plans come about, all these people will be in grave danger. Cayden would celebrate a successful adventure, but I only feel worries for what's next...
Urga nods at Agatha, "We should equip ourselves at once and be ready to return to the forest as soon as possible. The threat to Helgren will only grow worse the longer we delay."
Ugra will finish his meal and will then depart to sell the weapons that he has been carrying.
Once Urga gets up to leave, Rikael down his mug, and waves for a refill.
Urga, good friend, why don't you sit for a moment and enjoy a small break? There's time aplenty for that once we've finished our meal!
As he speaks, a noticeable twinkle appears in his eye, a mirth you haven't seen since the last time he got drunk, sang, and knocked himself out.
Sildur knocks back the last of his brandy, "Plenty of time for merriment once the sun begins to dip my friend. For now lets finish out meal and get our business out of the way."
Sildur turns to Kale, "If I was looking for someone to make some clothing alterations who would you suggest I talk to Kale?"
I reckon there'd be a forge in town...
Sturion looks thoughtful...
Urga nods at Sturion, "I need to talk to the blacksmith about purchasing or forging a new falchion. Let's go speak to him."
Rikael looks forlornly at the keg of ale behind the bar, then downs his mug and stands with the rest, albeit a little shakily.
Ahh, you're all right. We'll save the praying for later. Let's get prepared for whatever comes next.
He looks over to Thorn, and speaks loud enough for the man to hear.
Thorn, we're headed to the blacksmith, are you coming? Or do you just want us to pick up whatever you need?
Thorn having spoken to the spirits in this area and updating them on his well being, jerks up as his name is called.
Barely registering what Rikael had said, he nods blankly.