Chapter 1: The Prophesy

Dara will go back to sleep and if there is breakfast he will eat.

Also meditating on nature in the area he is now in.

Yeah! Buckets of hot water!

Corelief smiles. More is Merry for sure. as he waits at his door for the towels and water. He isn't in a hurry to lay down.

When Frieda gets her hands on some hot water, she takes it to a secluded area and gives herself a thorough scrubbing, then heads off to one of the bedrooms. Keep it down out here!

Dara will eat in the morning and wait for the host to discuss what might be asked of them.

Baenroth, nose buried in books, is entirely oblivious to the fact that anyone else is even awake or that the sun has risen.

At the smell of food, Frieda's door bursts open. She's wearing a clean sheet that she's torn and tied to cover what's necessary, leaving room for easy movement in her arms and legs. She piles her plate high and, between mouthfuls, says, You didn't have anything my size, so I had to improvise. No way I was putting back on the filthy shit I was wearing. Could probably use some shoes, though.

Corelief smiles as he just got his food as he looks upon frieda. The haunted looks just isn't you. Stories will make you a killer for sure later. He appears to nibbling on a plate at his door.

He disappears into his room for a while and reappears looking cleaner and wet. He makes his way downstairs to see who is about and to get a drink.

Corelief asks, Daily agenda. If that includes some new clothing, then I'm game. Mind you I don't own a coin to my name.

Baenroth, hearing voices in the main room heads it to join the rest. "Well, any plan would welcome at this point." he looks at Frieda and raises an eyebrow. "Ah, the traditional garb of our people, I see. You wear it well," he says with a smirk.

I'm not "your people," Frieda growls. You don't know me. Don't act like you do.

"It's called a joke. If you can't handle being around other people, maybe you should try harder not to be," he responds with an icy glare.

"My apologies, Bimble, I overreacted." Baenroth bows apologetically to their host, but still gives an icy glance at Frieda. He then opens the bag and starts dealing out the coins like cards on the table, until each pile has 110. He then puts his share into the bag he took from the prison. "Well then, I shall be off to the inn to bathe and then to the market. Is there a specific time we should try to return?"

Frieda glares at the Elf. Her mouth begins to open with a retort when she is interrupted by Eldrina and Bimble. As Baenroth turns away, a brief smile flashes across Frieda's scarred face, amused that she was able to so quickly get under his skin. The smile vanishes in an instant, though her visage cracks much more noticeably as she cautiously touches the pile of gold in front of her, as if she doesn't know what she could possibly do with all that money.

Corelief face show some disappointment on Eldrina rapid departure and no chat time.

But as thing progress, he doesn't disturb Baenroth as he counts and his small spat with Frieda doesn't seem to bother Corelief even enough to react to it. He just waits.

Taking his dear pile of coins and depositing them into his procured belt pouch that has been rather empty, Well this will do nicely for the moment.

Looking to ghostly dressed Frieda, who is out of place everywhere around here, Would you like share a walk to the local bath and then someplace with clothing for sale. I mean that I got most of the epic mess from the imprisonment off, but I myself think a hot scented bath is more in order. Perhaps even a massage if availible.