"Good, looks like we’re settled then," Myrtha said. The scouting mission, under these conditions, had less risk of turning into a further skirmish with the locals.
"There are a few things I’d like to know, now that we are safe here, at least to a degree: first," she enumerated, pointing at one of her fingers,
"whether our belongings are still in there, and where." She added a second finger, and pointed at that one in succession,
"second, whether Bertram is still there, and what strength they might have in reserve in that place." She stretched a third digit,
"and third, whether they’ve been drugging and taking all travellers coming this way, or only certain types, like us adventurers.".
Folding her fingers, and lowering her hand, she added
"If all travellers are taken to her no wonder all the trade has died down in these parts and farmland is being left untended. But I find it hard to believe that all the village folk are part of this weird cult. Maybe there are people out there that could help us, if we knew who to approach. The folks hiding when we first entered town, for instance…".
"Once you’ve investigated the Inn, we might have to figure out how to scout the temple, staying unseen. Maybe observe who comes in and out of the place, if we can keep hidden somewhere near the entrance to the compound," she suddenly realized she’d been carried away by a torrent of ideas, and felt she had overstepped some social bounds. She stopped talking and observed the others, hoping they’d share their own ideas. If for nothing else, it would stop her feeling so awkward.
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