Chapter 1: Making Introductions

Milaki with a smile and a joyful pitch voice says "I am Milaki, nice meeting you!.... so you do not bet? I like to gamble and winning some coins! Can we play? I bet you a silver! " then she giggles and takes out a silver coin.

Radiza fished her coin pouch from under her armor. She kept it on a string around her neck, a trick her comrades had taught her early to prevent someone running off with your pay while you were sleeping. It was still fat enough from her last haul and she had no trouble finding a triangular silver coin to hand to the lad, a leftover from her campaign in Sembia. Then she resumed her slow chair rocking while she waited and took a lazy look around. It was easy enough to pick out the folk who weren't from this backwater. A fair number wore armor or arms that told her they were either here for the job or maybe on the way to Triboar. That was good. She'd hate the idea of having to do the job by herself. She'd rather bugger back to Triboar if that happened.

By now the gawping had mostly stopped too, except for the folk who wandered into the inn and noticed her. She pulled out her string and wove it between her fingers to create patterns to kill the time while she kept up her rhythmic chair rocking. All the while she did her best to ignore the gnome. He wasn't particularly good and it was far to easy in the day for drinking songs. The company could use improvement too but who knew what things would be like after sundown? Probably very rural and boring, but one could hope.

At last blushing boy came back with her food and she could dig in. She put her string away and took a long, contentious gulp of ale to wash away the dirt of the road. Then she skewered a sausage with her thumb claw and index finger and took a bite. Unfortunately for the onlookers who were still fascinated by her, Tabaxi lacked lips to seal their mouth while eating, giving them a very public display of the chewing process as she happily worked away the fatty treats while grease ran down her chin.

Life was good..

Milaki frowns a little bit about the no betting game, but in a second she forgets about it and smiles, as the boy waiter passes, stops him and throws her silver coin to him yelling "Bring a round of ale to all of us here!", then she turns to her new friends and says: "Ok, let's play!"

Atticus sits at the bar and enjoys his drink. Looking over at Alan, Atticus checks on his friend. You okay? Any luck with the notice board? I'm sure we'll find out enough when we speak to who's in charge.

Turns to Atticus and explains.
There is none. The man talking I was talking to is in charge.

For him it is strange that the knight couldn't tell that the man is most likely the owner of the tavern, maybe he's really hungry? Remembering the last time he pushed himself to his limits he failed most of his assignments and angry pork-chop looking superiors weren't exactly helping with the whole situation. Throughout that period of time he was using all of his remaining strength to keep himself from attacking the fat captain and his colleagues.

What do you think about renting the room, Atticus?
Asks, not mentioning anything more in detail, since the conversation took place by his side.

Auras thinks a moment before saying "throw in some bread and I'll take it." She fish's out a silver and two copper. Before saying "I'll need a room too. But if you guys are willing to split the cost we can share?" Auras suggested to the two comrades with her by the bar. "I'm Auras at your service. And you are?" Indicating for Alan and Atticus to introduce themselves to her.

Glancing over at his friend, Atticus nods his head. Given that we don't quite know how long we'll be here...the room would be a safe bet I'll inquire about it and pay if it's still open.

Taking a solid drink from his tankard, Atticus gets the barkeeps attention. My friend here says you have an open room. How much is it a night?

As thunder announced the coming of bad weather Radiza glanced outside. She hoped it would pass quickly. She had not put up her tent yet and doing it in the middle of bad weather wasn't her favorite past-time. She was no stranger to being exposed to the climate however. In war a roof over one's bedroll was often a luxury. Still, there was most of the day ahead. Plenty of time to plan something else if it came to it..

Milaki growls and says " it's not my lucky day" and throws the cards on the table and drinks some beer

Atticus looks over at Alan and shrugs his shoulders. It's up to you. I'm fine with the room or the floor out here. If you want, I'll pay for the room..for a couple days. There's no telling how long we'll be here.

Not liking the sound of thunder and not wanting to risk a cold or worse, due to the holes in the tavern/barn walls and non-existent flooring, that may flood if the storm lasts for a couple of days. Worst case, he looses a couple of silver, best case, he's got a dry lodging and escapes an illness or two, now that he's no longer a quartermaster but a mercenary he should keep track of health. He puts down 3 silver on the table saying.
The room please, for 3 days, pass on the meals, if the storm keeps on I will prolong the stay.

Then he looks at both Atticus and Auras If any of you wish to share you owe me the equivalent part of the total sum.

Milaki tries to make another bet "I am hungry .... let's play another! And whoever loose, buy us a plate with cheese, sausages and bread! What do you think? "

Milaki smiles and says : " Great!" Then she takes one card and throws the 5 of Crowns