Episode 1 Scene 1 : The Arrival

Amos allows a small grin onto his lips. "A comfortable bed it is, then. Are lodgings provided or are we responsible for finding our own rooms? I require a personal room on the account of my snoring. No one will get a wink of sleep with me around and a tired man is a dead man out here, I think." He holds his hands out in a "what can you do" kind of way. It's a half-truth. No one would be able to sleep in the same room as him on account of his night terrors, but either way the personal room was required.

"Well you are welcome to make use of the barracks and the mess hall while on assignment or during recovery if needed, however, there are no personal rooms. In order to get a personal room you will need to go to one of the Inns which we do not cover the expense of. Still that seems like a detrimental aspect for field operations perhaps you might consider checking with Kezzel our resident alchemist. He has been known to cure... oddities that folks have or have acquired."

The Dwarf looks a bit confused and replies, "Well unless you absolutely need privacy I would suggest the barracks they are on the first floor, the first set of doors just after you enter. For privacy, well the various Inns cater to different preferences so best to check them out yourself and make your own decision."

"I highly doubt this Kezzel can cure my condition, but perhaps I will seek him out. Thank you." Amos gives a shallow bow to Kustaa.

This was troubling. After paying for the broken pottery, he did not have much left in the way of funds. He would have to attempt to trade services for a room at an inn if he wanted to avoid questions about his condition.

Amos turns to his companions. "I will take Kustaa's advice and hunt down an inn. Will you lot be joining me or will you be staying at the barracks?"

"I think I'll stay in the barracks tonight. It is good that we do not leave immediately because I need to barefight with ootah soon."

Faedrith had stayed quiet, catching up with the group on their way through the town and sticking towards the back. She'd registered her weapons, worn the bracers, and taken her oath, same as them. "I'll be coming with," she says to Amos. "A tired man is a dead man, like you said, and I'd rather take every precaution I can."

"Well, have fun with that Karg." Amos gives Karg a wink. "We will meet at the gates in the morning."

He will join Belgar and Faedrith as they leave and search for an inn, looking out for something large enough that it might have a kitchen. He is hoping to find someplace he can perhaps help in the kitchen (cooking preferably but maybe washing dishes or whatever is needed) in exchange for a room or a discounted room. He has a single gold piece in his purse that he needs to stretch as far as he can.

Faedrith doesn't imagine a difference between the inns, and will just follow Amos and Belgar to whichever inn they may choose. She takes in the surroundings that she wasn't able to focus on in her hurry to the barracks, noting the marketplace of tents and the shoddy-seeming craftsmanship of the permanent constructions.

Amos leads his companions to the Book Inn and enters.

Walking up the short stone pathway that leads from the main dirt road the group gets a closer look at this semi-pyramidal shaped tower. It was still much taller than it was wide but it noticeably narrowed as it went up and like the other inns its top was flat. From a distance it had look pretty much like the other inns which are seemingly large wooden structures. However up close one can see this is much more than just a normal wooden structure as it almost seems to be made of a single piece of dark colored wood that has been polished to a near glass-like finish. The amount of effort to have done this by hand would have been phenomenal giving the impression that more than hands were at work here. This then gets doubly reinforced as the group steps up into an exterior porch like foyer and are greeted by a by a mouth appearing upon the actual door to the establishment. "Greetings and welcome to the Bookend, please state the nature of your business."

Amos is slightly startled by the mouth. "Ah...we are looking for lodgings for the night. I'm also looking for work for the evening myself. I just arrived in town and haven't the funds for a room but I am great in the kitchen if you will allow me to work for my bed"

"I see," the lips purse up a bit before it continues, "then you should perhaps try one of the other Inns. We cater to a selective clientele in order to assure those clientele are not disturbed by the unknowledgeable. However, if you can demonstrate that you possess significant knowledge then perhaps arrangements can be made."

Amos ponders the mouths words. His own thoughts go to the orbs used to determine his magical aptitude and the reading they gave of him. If this was a place of knowledge and academia, perhaps it was a place of answers about both the orbs and the unanswered questions he had carried with him since birth.

"I cannot speak for my companions, but I am more a seeker of specific knowledges than one who is knowledgeable. Though as they say, real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance, in which case I may be a genius. What demonstration do you require?"

"Can you manifest magic or miracle or can you share information on some obscure topic that may prove of interest to someone. The latter would require obtaining a sponsor which, based on the information provided, might preclude you from staying here tonight."

Faedrith approaches the door-mouth. "What exactly do you mean by 'obtaining a sponsor'? I am quite knowledgeable on certain topics, but you make it sound as though this process is a bit more trouble than just answering questions."

"A sponsor is simply a member of the Order that has interest in what it is you know but to ascertain that we have to communicate with a likely sponsor to see if they are willing to sponsor you and they will probably want to meet you first."