The group settles in for the night, as the journey's exhaustion quickly takes it's toll on the body. The ambience of voices and tankards below does not unsettle your sleep, and it dies down quickly after midnight. It was a restful night, for the sheets were clean and comfortable, even in the common bunk room which was nearly empty.
Darf was the first up. As he passed down the hall, he caught the eye of the mysterious man who they saw downstairs but did not speak to. He closes the door quickly and retreats back inside his room.
Downstairs in the common room, a potboy is stoking the fire for the morning is a little cold. Serving wenches bring fried fish, gammon and fresh fruits to the Inn's patrons, apparently from all corners of the Flaeness.
There are 10 patrons in the room eating breakfast, sitting and eating and enjoying the added warmth of the low burning fire. Also, Turuko and Kobort are with someone you recognise.
Turuko speaks: "This local fellow says he knows the way to the moathouse. He may have had a bit to drink last night, but beyond his...simple disposition, he seems to have a strong axe-arm. He insisted..."
