Lyn the Red's page

While 'Wedgewimple' dickers with the innkeep, 'Lyn' says little, but paces through the common areas of the inn, investigating its amenities and guests, if any are still about.

From the maps, it seems like the inn is a bed-and-breakfast kind of place for out-of-towners and also tavern for locals, and that there are a few hundred people living in town, and probably as many farm folks in the surrounding area. Is that more or less correct?

She returns to the innkeep, frowning. "This seems a respectable establishment. From the name, I feared it was a house of ill repute. Why do you call it 'The Lord's Dalliance'?"

One of 'Quentilius's' 'escorts' is a steely-eyed dwarf battle nun in clinking armor, a silver and emerald holy symbol of Mitra on her brow. She's young, just past her majority, but wears a dour and world-weary frown much of the time.

As they take their leave of the guard and head for the inn, she leans over to whisper in the 'wizard's' ear. "A fine performance, my fool. But use an alias with a last name that doesn't match the most wanted gnomish forsaken's. Let us not make the mistake of underestimating the Mitrans."

Before they entered town, Rendylyn had insisted that each member of the knot use their Circlet of Disguise to hide their brand and change their facial features at the least. She hasn't explained her decision to be a dwarf.

A steely-eyed dwarf battle nun climbs aboard the Frosthamar with the others, her armor clinking. A silver and sapphire amulet on her brow shows her devotion to Mitra. After a short inspection of the ship, she approaches its owner.

"Captain Odenkirk, yah? Sure, we'll see you safely north, be it by force of arms or by trickery. Gather your men round, there's something they need to see so they don't cause problems later. You can explain to the ones who don't speak my language."

Once the crew is assembled, she calls out, "We might need to talk our way past suspicious patrols or harbor-masters. We'll use disguises if we need them. Don't gawk like superstitious peasants if we use magic to make ourselves look..." She shifts her headpiece...