Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Béke will try to remain hidden, watching to see what the dwarf does next.

Without an apparent threat, Izen relaxes. Damn woods are fer elf folk. The stocky dwarf hobbles over to the other tent and thumps the base of his hammer against the ground to wake his companion. C'mon lad, we best be headed ta town with tha boy.

Tol wakes with squinted eyes as the noon days sun shines brightly into the tent. He pushes himself off the ground and then pokes his head out between the flaps of his green tent. When he sees the body of the boy wrapped in cloth Tol sighs, "So it wasn't all a dream then?"

Methodically the young dwarf begins to strap on his equipment and armor. Ten minutes later he's ready to go. "I suppose we head to the tavern first? I'm surprised our comrades haven't returned yet. It's lucky that we weren't accosted at all as we slept. Tol's eyes sweep the forest, keeping an eye out for trouble. Out of habit really, but he still wonders if there are more half-orcs wandering these woods.

Aye, they probably be waitin' for us in town. Let's pack up, I'll grab the boy. Izen pauses, looking his comrade with concern. It's a mess lad, but he killed tha boy. I can't let that go. I'm sorry.

Izen surveys the area around camp, making sure they haven't left anything.

Killed the boy? Béke repeats in her head a few times, trying to convince herself that is not what she had actually heard.

Izen, still weary from the events of the previous day, is in little mood to deal with eleven shenanigans right now. Ya can stap skulkin' about elf. Ya bin spotted.

Rising slowly to her feet Béke throws back the hood of her cloak revealing her long white hair. She gives a slight bow to the dwarf before moving out from her hiding space and approaching. "I appear to have found myself in quite an interesting situation. A camp that had yet to be struck by mid-day, freshly turned earth, and an apparent dead body. I couldn't help but to investigate a bit."

Tol startles when the she-elf comes from out of her hiding place and instinctively reaches for his dagger. But when there seems to be no threat, he sighs, "Your investigation is noted missus elf." The young dwarf tries to sound as cordial as possible. "A pair of misguided bandits and a sad loss are the only facts you'll find here though." Tol thumbs towards the inn, "My friend and I are headed into town now, if you mean no harm, you're welcome to travel beside us."

Aye, walkn' company suits me jus' fine.

Generally not one to travel with others Béke considers turning down the offer, but quickly realizes that she is out of her element. "No, I mean no harm to anyone. Just the curious type, I suppose" she responds, instinctively tucking her hair back into her cloak and pulling up her hood.

"Do you have business to attend to in town?"

Tol nods as he begins tearing down his tent and stowing away the supplies. "Our other half of this little adventuring party went to town ahead of us. I suspect they'd be heading back this way, so we might meet at least one of them on the road."

He glances over at Izen, "Although, when we get to town we've some bad news to deliver to someone that they won't like."

Her interest clearly piqued Béke asks "Adventuring party, you say? What sort of adventure are you hoping to find in town?" Realizing that she has yet to properly introduce herself she quickly apologizes for all of the questions.

"I am call Béke, Béke Isten, servant to the goddess Eldath" she gives a slight curtsy as she continues. "A pleasure to make both of your acquaintances."

Izen Stonehardt. Owner an' proprietor ov Tha Torn Banner Tavern and Blackhills Brewery... which burned down recently. Lookin' to get some work so me an' my partner can rebuild. Used ta be a soldier. Tol 'ere an' a few others in tha party were loyal patrons and friends with some skills ta offer ta help.