Episode 1 Scene 1c : The Arrival

"Still depends how much I can afford." Feliani clarified to Egret, then turned back to Zinwyn, "Thank you for your generous offer, but there's not that much coin in my purse left. I figure I can buy 3 Dragons worth. Still need to get the rest of the supplies." She turned back to Egret, "We just have to make do with what we get." She had one more solution, to see if Jarret had been successful in what she had instructed it to do.

"I can pitch in, but I'm not sure how much we should save for other supplies on the list," Egret turns to Zinwyn. "Miss Zinwyn, would you happen to know the approximate price of vinegar from the Book Inn by any chance? We haven't had the chance to visit it yet, but I've been planning to head there next." He looks towards the door thoughtfully. "If you wait here, Feliani, I can probably quickly check on the prices myself. I'm afraid I don't remember the last thing we had to get, though..."

"We might as well finish our drink and go together once the bread is done." Then, to Zinwyn, "When shall we get those oysters from you?"

"As I said child, I can 'ave em by about tomorrow midday if you wan'em that quickly and they be best fresh as day dunna keep well."

Brytselle returns with a pair of large tankards, "Well we still have some of this and that will be 2 Dirks since you be sharin' it with village folk and if want more let me know as the bread does take a bit of time to cook."

"Thank you." She paid Brystelle, "And thank you too Zinwyn, looking forward to it." Then she sat back, happy to have contributed a little to the hospitality of the place, by sharing what she ordered. She raised a tankard and nodded at those sitting around, before quaffing a big gulp.

Feliani listened in as well; it was good to keep an ear out on the goings-on in this place. Who knows when the information might come in handy.

Egret sips the drink more out of politeness than actual interest in alcohol, notes the taste as an afterthought and almost immediately tries to pass it on to Feliani with an apologetic look, feeling a bit guilty about making her pay for it. He listens to the chatter of the locals for a while after that, but none of the gossip catches his attention, and the druid decides to change the company, making good on his promise to talk with the dwarves after he chatted with Feliani.

With an excuse and a promise that he is going to stay in the vicinity, Egret stands up and extracts himself from the gathering around the hearth, heading towards the other side of the room, where the company of dwarves are sharing their drinks. He quickly finds the one who initially greeted him, and approaches him. "Greetings again, master dwarf. Is invitation to be taught how the village defending goes still in power?"

Egret follows the first dwarf with his gaze, beaming when he spots Brindel and Lex at the doorstep. The druid waves enthusiastically at his companions, clearly elated to see them, before actually turning back to the other dwarves and taking a seat as offered. He wants to go chat with Lex, but he already commited to talking with these folks, and maybe he can find out useful information before returning to the group.

The druid listens attentively to the words about the sigil, watching the speaker's hand glow and filing in information for the future, while also musing about the law system of the village at large. It's a peculiar way to keep order, this vow - as Feliani and Kendra both already noted, power of words can be twisted and misinterpreted, and stretching the nuances is not out of the realm of possibily. And protecting many at the cost of one, how would that work with the vow?

He shrugs these thoughts off, leaving them for the future deliberation, when the dwarfs stops talking, and then attempts to imitate the action. Repeating the gesture of putting his hand on his chest like he did before, the tiefling attempts to think about the village - the one he doesn't know much about yet, but the one his companions think is worth protecting. It's not a bad settlement from what he's seen so far - accepting different folks, not being overly suspicious. Can use a bit more friendliness - and less inns, - but that probably is too high expectation for this kind of settlement. Still, Egret tries to think about protecting it when he says: "For the Village," as instructed, and glances with curiosity at his hand to see if it worked.

Upon entering the Rock Inn, Brindel nods at his surroundings and subconsciously approves with a simple "Hmmm" until greeted by the dwarf. He responds politely with the common gesture of a bow and says, "Greetings. My name is Brindel Truehand of Citadel Adbar, Paladin of Gorm Gulthun, from the family of Thearden the Shining. Thank you for welcoming us into your establishment."

"This is my companion, Lex. We are seeking two other companions and I am happy to see them here." Brindel waves back at Egret then tries to catch Feliani's attention with the same wave.

Lex can tell Brindel looks relaxed here, as opposed to appearing uncomfortable the entire time at Mamz Inn.

Momentarily distracted by a street vendor, Kendra enters the Rock Inn, behind Brindel. "Oh, and my name is Kendra Morningchild. Acrobat, story-teller, and -kronickler"

Egret watches with curiosity as the glow slowly fades, and then looks up back at the dwarf. "Thank you for explaining this, master dwarf," he smiles. "And I'm not an entertainer, but a lot of people appear to mistake me for one. What I am is a druid of the Circle of the Land. Egret, at your service," he hesitantly offers a handshake, unsure if it would be a customary greeting here, but thinking that the dwarves might count it weird if he stands up for his usual bow just to sit back down after.

Lex just nods and follows Brindel's lead. He takes the opportunity to look around the inn and tries fo gage the mood. Is it safe? Do the patrons look happy? Does it look dodgy?

Brindel raises his left hand. "Yes, I took the oath. My hand still tingles sometimes."

Feliani had struck up an easy conversation with the villagers seated near her, on account of her sharing her ale. Egret had gone over to talk to others, and the bread was still baking, but she then saw the rest of the adventurers enter the inn as well, and waved them over once they had gone through the oath ritual of welcome.

"Done with the briefing at the garrison? Got some mission we can't talk about here?" She winked slyly but jokingly, in case there was a big do-to about who's allowed and who's not allowed to undertake missions from the garrison. "Well, let me know if I'm needed, otherwise I'm just going to carry on with my own shopping quest."

Yes Balkohm, son of Bhalmiir, I do entertain from time to time, and I took the oath yesterday Kendra is short for her kind, but she is still aware of the low ceiling. She finds somewhere to sit for the rest of the conversation.