"Ha? Ameiko? I was talking about her sister. I don't know her that well but from all I could tell from my all too short visits at the inn
Ameiko is not the type that would play damsel in distress. Let's get some sleep now and regroup in the evening so we can search for the Kaijitsu sisters."
"I guess sleeping would be a good idea," Chammady yawns. "I am awfully tired," she continues.
You all have a dreamless sleep born of fatigue. You awaken in the evening well rested. Many have left the village of Sandpoint, only those with deep roots remain.
The Sheriff and Mayor have walled a small section in the center of town around the town hall and fortified the area. Local merchants and performers of Cyrdak's performance company man the walls.
Waking up from a dream of swimming in luxurious silk sheets, Idril stretches and smiles. She's in a good mood today.
She performs her morning ablutions and dresses for the search today.
Inwardly, she squeals Yesssssssssssssss!
Outwardly she whips her hair back and leans against the doorsill in an artful pose.
"Master Cirdak! My word you flatter me sir!"
She leans forward and pecks him on the cheek.
"But thank you for your concern. Believe me when I say that I have no intention of dying anytime soon, except maybe on stage in one of your plays."
Isorion waits impatiently at the door of the tavern his face showing concern about the state of the town and he wasn't pleased either at the prospect of the Red Dragon Inn closing. Where are they? I'm not going to do a breaking at the Glassworks all by myself