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Deirdre, sensing Cole's discomfort rolls her eyes, but show no other mercy as she taps him with the wand. She gives his hat an additional tap, then sighs. Magic can only do so much.

Hearing steps headed in their direction, she shoos at both of them to enter the room.

Deirdre, seeing Ely hovering at the door comes up and scolds him, "What are you doing out here? You should be inside, waiting! What are you wearing?" She looks him over with a shrewd eye, tsking softly. Finally, she pulls a small wand from her sleeve and flicks at him, cleaning his clothing and adding a nice fresh scent. "Perhaps you could comb your beard? They will be here soon."

Turning to find Cole behind her, she cannot or will not keep from gasping, "Do none of you own a comb? Hold still!" Wand at the ready, she approaches Cole, eyeing his hat.

Eli looks down at Deirdre. "Do you ever take time off? Ever set down your board, and enjoy a good meal, with good company? I get the feeling you and Beagan would hit things right off. Time flies, and your work should take its place in your priorities, I understand, but you should find some time for yourself. I've never seen you not here. Are you married? Would you like to be?"

"Yes, we should be back before long, pretty gnome. Wouldn't want to keep shiny baubles from their place on dusty shelves."

"I d..." Deirdre begins to answer only to be inundated with more questions. A myriad of emotions fly over her gnomean features. Finally, her nose tips up into the air, though a little smile plays over her mouth.

"I take time off when the situation warrants it, though I always have my board. it is my board, you see. I am perfectly capable of enjoying a good meal, and good company with it." At this, she looks directly at the mentioned gnome, looking him over from beret to boots.

"as for the rest of the questions, Ser Beagan looks quite capable of asking them himself, if he is so inclined."

Her tiny brow arches as she regards Ragathiel's holy warrior. "and *that* question is one better answered later, and elsewhere other than tying up traffic at the gate, don't you think?." Her gaze flicks towards Eli as he calls her a "pretty gnome" her words continuing with nary a dropped beat.

"...And as you, said, hairy human, I am nearly always here, and not hard to find, if someone were looking." with a pat of her board and one last tiny smile, she motions for the guards to let them on their way and out the gate.

"Very well." Deirdre says, making a notation on her board. " I will let the captain know."

"I think you should be able to find most common things for purchase, gear and supplies. Weapons, alchemical items, armor."

She takes them into the Merchants Hall, and introduces them first to Kimroth Otai, the actual owner of Defender's Heart. "He still runs the mess and bar areas, but has turned over most other things to the Eagle's Watch. Irabeth is in charge of them, so I suppose that makes her in charge of the place."

"We divided the area up to provide the merchants with a semblance of normalcy. You'll find Amber Darkglove in the first shop, Rory Hegglestrong in the second, and Darian Ozyrm in the third. They will be more than fair with you, I'm sure. Word of your arrival is sure to have traveled much more quickly than we did."

The Hall, marked on the map, has been temporarily divided into several smaller areas. Shop 1 is the alchemicals and scrolls, Shop 2 is mundane gear. Shop 3 is weapons and armor.

Deirdre leads the group back to the Courtyard Hall where temporary housing has been set up. Again, she turns directly to Maurice to discuss his situation, though she does not discount Cole's concerns.

"Master Zeff, there is a cot and chest that you may use for now, if this will work for you? There are no stairs between here and the Merchants spaces, the Mess Hall, and the bar, so it will be somewhat easier to traverse. One of the triplets will check in with you daily, should you need their help."

Deirdre, in her high efficiency fashion, leads them across the current hall to a door beneath the stairs. It is only at the last that the reality of the "roof" of the hall of the hall becomes apparent. Though it looked like stone, a subtle ripple gives it away for the loomed material that it is.

They pass through a small antechamber and into the infirmary. Lined with cots, these appear to be the worst of the still living injured.

"Master Myoch, Byrne and/or Byrgit will meet with you momentarily. " She nodded at the two individuals at the end of the room, their heads close together in quiet conversation. Nearby, a man ravaged of his face and hands awaited their verdict, his breath coming from the gaping wound in his throat rather than from any nose or mouth he might once have had.

"Master Zeff," she says, turning to Cole's father, "While I am certain you need care, I do not think this level of care is necessary, do you?" At the shake of the old man's head, she grins. "Good. We can see to a space in the courthall for you, at least for now."

Finally, she turns to Grasker and his impatient friend. Her voice is gentle as she asks, "Do you see him? These are the worst of the current patients. Some have physical wounds, others mental. But none of these have we been able to get entered into the Inn's Book."

The square room full of beds at the upper left of the map. There are 10 beds around the outside with patients. Nine of these are human, six of those are male, four of those have dark hair like Grasker's, while one has none and the other is gray. The man with no face is one of these, while two of the others look little like Grasker in the face. The last sits on the side of his cot, muttering to the wall. His nose looks somewhat like Grasker's, though the rest of his face is hard to see beneath the unkempt and bushy beard that he wears. Still, it is possible.

Who do you approach first?

Irabeth makes the introductions and assures the group that she and Anevia will meet you again that evening. The vibrantly red haired gnome waits nearly patiently until the Captain retires before addressing the companions.

"Right then. Let me make sure I have your names down correctly. There is Grasker...Grask... I'm sorry, I don't seem to have your last name. Could you spell that,please? Thank you. And then there is Cole and Maurice Zeff. Oh that's nice. It's good to have family. Where was I? Oh yes... Serra...err, Ser Serra Phaer of Andoran, is it? A number of the Eagle Watch are from Andoran. Perhaps you know some of them? Yes? No? We'll have to see, won't we... and Ely Myoch. Are you from Andoran as well? No? Yes, No, there's not really any kindred features, are there? Maybe the chins. It's hard to say.

Wait. I've missed someone, who have I...oooo. Oh. Oh hello there! Yes, I see. All the tall folk were in front and I didn't quite catch your... and Who is your FRIEND?"

She taps her quill as she talks, first slowly as she getting the names down, the speeding up faster and faster at the sight of the battle bunny and its companion.