Fritz
Few of the tavern patrons leave before the lights go out, meaning that most of them were staying there for the night. The common room floor is often a cheap place to sleep. Fritz watches those who leave but decides they are a few locals, brave or stupid enough to chance the plague for a cup of ale.
In the morning, you wake, uncomfortable and dirty, with a smell that you are certain may never leave. The tavern comes to life early on, with the smell of baking bread coming from within.
The Others
Helge and Old Man Sydell come down from the upstairs, and prepare a breakfast for all of you. Oatmeal with dried fruits and cream, unspiced sausages, pan biscuits, and tea. You notice that Owen disappeared during his watch with his bedroll and gear, and did not wake the next in order. You have all slept better than you have in some time.
Helge follows your questioning eyes and says, "Last night, I sent your friend Owen on a mission of import. He won't be back for several days." She shoulders her own bag, saying, "I'm off to face the dracolich. Syd will protect the tower, but I would feel better if you can assist him when you can. After you root out the cult in town, that will take precedence."
She draws a sigil on the floor with chalk, steps onto it, eyes each of you in turn, nods her head once, and vanishes with a small 'pop'.