Gameplay

Casually interrupting the silence who started to settle between them, Eir advanced toward Olaus and spoke in an annoyed tone.

-Yeah, yeah, we're Thursday Kids, you know it, we know that you know, whatever. You can call me Kikkert, by the way. May we enter ? We're soaking wet, and it's getting quite cold outside.

Anders gives a big facepalm, shaking his head.

As much as my friend lacks some subtlety, he is right. It is cold in here, is there a dry place we can continue this discussion. We are curious to what is happening here.

The garden is overgrown. The conservatory has collapsed. The root cellar is a mound with a room dug into it. In the stable are two horses and a wagon. There is room for three more horses and another wagon. The storage room contains boxes of food supplies and equipment for the inn.

Olaus says, "Of course, of course, but before we're overheard, let me explain, it should only take a moment."

He shrugs his shoulders inside his jacket as if to secure it tighter and warmer.

"I visited this inn a couple days ago. I felt a ... a power that frightened me. I want you to help me figure out what is going on. Keep an eye out, and try not to draw too much suspicion."

We will do our best.

Before we go in there, what kinda power you talking about? Ya know, so we know what to be looking for. I don't like surprises.

Dagmar doesn't take his eyes off the man, not sure he trusts him, he looks for any sign of him being less than honest.

Oh and I'd like my dog to come in with me. He is a god judge of character.

Dagmar can tell that Olaus is afraid, and is hiding something, although it isn't clear of what.

Go on Olaus, please tell us more about this power, let us know how we may be able to help

He whispers, "It is difficult to talk about what I have been through," before heading inside the inn, gesturing to follow him.

Dagmar follows Olaus inside. Sketch will keep him honest, he thinks, but he is still wary and ready for what might be inside.

Trond has to admit that he is intrigued and follows along.

The ground floor of the Witch Cat Inn comprises a large lounge with double fireplaces, a kitchen with a bar, a storage room, and a bedroom for the staff.

The man behind the bar greets you Abe waves you over to the bar.

The dining room is warm and lively. Three guests all sit at separate tables, served by a waiter (extremely tall and thin) and tall and plump woman, with brown hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. The ceiling leaks, with rain dripping down into pots and bowls. A short, stout man in his forties is behind the bar passing on orders to the cook.

Gregor walks in with the others. Once inside he'll follow the others over to the bar.

The man greets you friendily in the way of innkeepers everywhere. "Welcome, welcome, to the Witch Cat Inn. I'm Sami, Sami Harjula. We're just in the process of setting out supper, so your timing couldn't be perfect. You'll be staying the night, as well, I presume? Terrible weather out there for traveling."

Dagmar does as Olaus does, not taking his eyes off him. Sketch lies down at his feet, watching the activity around him.

As Anders walks in, he looks at Sami and smiles

Unfortunately, no we will not be staying. We are just hear for the play, but supper sounds like an amazing idea.

"I'm sorry, what play is that?"

He looks up at Anders baffled but escorts you to a table, and gives you all a run down of dinner choices.

Anders looks puzzled as he takes a seat at the table and isn't quite sure what to say. He looks at Olaus,

Care to explain?

Klint pulls out the flyer and hands it to Sami. "These are all over Upsala."

The innkeeper reads it and then says, "May I borrow this for a minute?" After Klint agrees, he signals the female waiter. The two of them go into the kitchen, and there is a crack as Sami hits her and gives her a violent scolding. The woman escapes up the stairs. Sami comes out and returns the flyer. He and the other guests pretend like nothing has happened.

Hmmm seems like those invites might be a call for help from the waiter lady. The question is if I will do anything about it. No one is lifting a finger.

What was that all about? Dagmar asks Sami. Sami is after-all outnumbered. Seems a little improper to be hitting a woman.

He wages an internal war. He says gently, "She's my daughter. She should not have sent out those fliers."

It's not unusual for parents to use corporal punishment, despite an obvious distaste when it goes too far.