Into the Mist Vale

That seems for the best. Let's get it over with. , she says sadly.

You follow the direction you were given and find the graveyard. It looks peaceful surrounded by trees. You would mistake it as a meadow except for gravemarkers.

You collect wood enough to burn the bodies. Elyria takes special care to arrange her friend.

When all is set she says, stand back. I will light the pyre. she concentrates and fire forms around her hand. The she opens her eyes and a ball of fire flies firth and into the pyre causing it to burst into flame with tremendous heat.

Behind Elaria's back, as the orange flames rise and smoke starts billowing, Lothar yawns and looks to Krisanna and the others.

"I need a drink," the man mutters lowly.

Browyn looked at the burning pyre for sometime and then turned to Elaria, "I understand your loss, M'Lady but there is always a time for someone to leave this world. He might have said those things to you, but I am sure he never regretted defending you. Your life was probably his foremost priority. We can only honour him by praising his valour and his deeds rather than his choice and fate. He is probably at peace knowing that you are alright now."

"And that your mission and work continue," Krisanna adds. "The best way to honour the fallen, I think, is to complete the task they set out to do." She reaches up and gives Elaria's arm a compassionate squeeze, then heads back to join Lothar, her demeanor completely changing as she approaches him.

"You're buying the first round," she says with a wink and a crooked smile.

Felskrudd stands in silence at the funeral pyre, though he does perk up at the mention of drinks. "Yes, let's see what this place can offer."

Browyn came to clearing and eyed the statue for sometime before looking around all the shops. He had been hungry and parched for quite sometime and the smell of roasted boar renewed his hunger in many ways. Before entering the Three Stags he eyed the statue again. Wasn't Elaria saying something about a statue before the journey to Outskirt started?

Ooc: OMG! That's a Demon! My first critical failure, but I can mark that skill right?

Krisanna breathes deep the enticing smells coming from the tavern even as her eyes swing past the ruined statue. She seemed to recall a mention of something like that but the lure of food, drink and merriment is too great resist and her eyes and mind return to the tavern and its festive cacophony.

Paying not much mind to the statue of the other buildings surrounding the town square, Lothar makes straight for The Three Stags.

"Smell that? Hear that?" he asks his companions. "That's what we need. A warm hearth, good food and song!"

Felskrudd's stomach rumbles audibly as he can smell the food. He hardly pays attention to anything except the invititng sound of pleasant company and the smell of a decent meal.

You all head toward the inn and the promise of food and drink within. You notice that Elaria stops for a second and looks at the statue but quickly follows you into the tavern.

As you enter a large common room you look around ans see about 6 villagers sitting and eating by the large fireplace. As you enter a strong authoritarian looking woman greets you cheerfully. she has greying hair that is kept in bulky braids, she has a think leather apron on over her cloths and a warhammer hangs off her belt.

[b]Welcome to the three stags, I was told we had some newcomers in town, grab a seat. Give me a moment and I will treat you all to a mug of mead on the house.[/b]

and with that she head back towards the bar.

Also in the room are a few more patrons sitting opposite sides of the room. On one side you see a female knight, her shield sits at her side but her plate armor gleams in the light of the tavern. She eats her meal slowly casting suspicious glances to the other group in the inn. On the other side you see a rough looking mallard and a group of brutish looking humans. They are being slightly loud and seems to have more than a few drinks in them. they give you not so friendly glances as you make your way to a table.

Browyn dusted his cloak and garb before entering the inn. He smiled and nodded at the woman who seemed to be the tavern keeper, "Thank you for the offer. We are grateful." He then eyed the patrons and chose an empty table to sit at. He waited for the mead to arrive and his companions to take their seats.

Lothar is first in line for a free mug of mead. As they all quaff their drinks and take in the sights, he gestures with his head towards the knight, and the boisterous men

"Curious," he says about the armored woman, followed up by, "Well. They'll be trouble, eventually," regarding the mallard and the men.

"I've had enought trouble for a lifetime," Felskrudd sighs. "Let's hope that they'll be content staying out of our way if we offer them the same courtesy."

"Well hello," Lothar says to the barmaid with an unabashedly appraising look. "We're a weary and hungry lot. What's good from the kitchen, girl? What's the cook known for, and what meat's not stringy and gray?"

"Boar sounds just about right for me," Lothar says, salivating a bit, but he does remember the lightness of his purse. "How much for that? And for, say... just a piece of bread and a bowl of borth?"