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How about as a reward the town boards us for the evening, pay our tab at the inn, allow us a good night's sleep, a good meal, plenty of good drink, some time to speak with Rose, and we'll be able to give you our answer in the morning?

"Ralavaz..." Iman keeps echoing that name in his head while completely phasing out everything the sheriff tells them on the way to the Inn. A meal and a good nights rest is definitely in need.

Kit appears morose as the bandits are led away, and the group is shown to the Inn. Perhaps there is something we can do to lift some of the spirits of these people. A temporary balm to their woes. He turns to the sheriff and says, Dear lady, perhaps you could spread the word to the townsfolk to attend the inn at dusk. A free performance of wit and whimsy to add color to their day. I think when the innkeeper sees the crowd drawn, you will not be asked to task the town's meager coin to lodge us.

The news that Whitesparrow was named after a Kenku general was quite a surprise. It made him wonder if there were any other Kenku among these lands. Should he be able to tell them that he has somehow made progress on breaking the curse and has a lead in Arkasia he may be able to score himself and his allies some help! If they believe him, that is. When you're cursed long enough that no one even remembers who cursed you it just becomes a fact of life.

Still, the knowledge that a Kenku lived in a castle all the way over here fills you with a sense of giddiness. In addition to the pride in one's race, there is also the realization that for Lord Whitesparrow to rise to the rank of general must have meant that he was a very smart bird. Being a Kenku, there was no way he would have been able to come up with any of his plans or maneuvers on his own. It was very likely that there was a plentiful library in that keep.

There is the problem of it possibly being haunted, though. May have to wait until morning because there's no way he's going in there at night. Should probably bring the holy man with him too. The thought of all the books makes Pageflap salivate, he had been thinking that all he had to look forward to in this town was looking into the voidwater!

Not only that, but there is also that big hand thing that's just screaming magic! That'll need some looking into, and he's got just the spell in his book to do so! Though he runs into the problem that he's noooot quite ready for it yet. Oh sure, he's got the verbal command and the gestures down, the orb he screwed to the top of his staff should substitute for the owl feather he'll need as well. However, he cannot substitute the pearl needed for the spell to work its magic. He hopes he can find one in the market that is of a high enough quality....

Still, it wouldn't hurt to go see the thing before nightfall. Get a good look at it, see if he gets a vision, see if he can detect any magic. Pageflap should still be good for one more higher level spell for the day.

Raishe felt suspicious of the sheriff and her brother, yet it could very well be that the whole town itself was on edge. However, a nice bath, hot food, and some rest at the inn was mostly all he could think about at the moment.

There was definitely a lot to look forward to given the time. The dam sounded like quite a site to behold, and that hand... was it truly older than the empire? Regardless, hearing about another Kenku made him glad for Pageflap. For such a renowned general to be a kenku, perhaps his story could provide further insight into the kenku's history, and the trouble they carried.

I thank you for your help Sheriff. My compatriots and I are weary from our travels, and my dwarven friend and I have a game to play requiring a copious amount of ale. I trust that by the morrow we will have decided what we plan to do during our time in your town. Aegar drank all of his ale in the very beginning of their trip, and thus is quite eager to get inside and make up for lost time. If any of you have a need to find me, Ill be wherever the ale is. Having said this to the party, Aegar turns and hurriedly heads into the Inn.

Ooh there's a man with his head on straight. Anyone of age is able to join us who would like to. We can play teams. If not I will drink Aegar under the table and his bed will remain unused tonight. Being careful not to show too much excitement, though genuinely wanting all of his companions to play, he even nods to the sheriff to indicate that she's invited as well and starts heading toward the inn as well. He then looks to Rose, My dear Rose, I realize you are a bit on the edge of being old enough, but seeing as we will be staying in your mother's inn, I would advise spectating and not trying to match the drinks we take.
Before he begins heading back to the inn he addresses the rest of the team. Any plans of a show that you would require Aegar and I for you may want to work quick or reconsider Kit. My tongue still may betray me, just as Aegar's sobriety might betray him, plus your general malaise seems like it will benefit from a drop or two. Pageflap, my favorite winged wizard, I know not if the Kenku enjoy imbibing, nor their tolerance, but you are quite learned and I trust your judgement as to whether you should or shouldn't participate. Iman you are the wildest among us, if you don't participate today then I hope that you will one day, because I can tell it will be quite fun. Raishe you are a man of faith, but I hear that there are many that devote themselves to a higher power that also enjoy being brought back down to earth by a sip now and again. Either way I have some questions for you at some point this evening.

At any rate the night isn't getting any younger and the ale will not drink itself. ¡Arriba!

Kit raises an eyebrow at Aegar's haste. It appears our friend's Human side has fallen prey to a possession that has little to do with his Elven side's reputation for temperance and control.
Kit raises another eyebrow, in amusement this time. Dear Barendd, still angling for a speaking part, I see. Do not let my malaise trouble you. Suffering is at the soul of all art. In any case, the show must go on. Perhaps you could do the townsfolk a worthy turn and show enough restraint to at least remain on your feet 'til their spirits have been lifted a trifle. Pageflap and I will provide the voices, you need but make a gesture here and there.
Kit raises both eyebrows, wondering how the wingless Pageflap, his kind cursed to gaze upon the sky from an earthbound perch, will react to Barendd's slip.
Kit's back stiffens at this. Dear lady, I am no mere skald, begging for drinks as I flit from town to town! I am a thespian! I turn life into art! History, pageantry, love, despair, hope, yearning! These are my paints! My voice is my brush, and the stage is my canvas! Surely these are worth the loss of a few moments' sleep to the good people of this benighted town!

Kit holds a scented handkerchief over his nose during the entire tour. When they finally arrive at the taproom, he mutters, This will not do. He uses Prestidigitation to clean off the table and chairs before sitting. As he sits, he becomes more and more agitated before finally standing with a huff, before declaring, loudly, No, this will not do at all! He hurriedly moves about the room, repeatedly casting the cantrip to clean every last surface of the room, one cubic foot at a time.

Iman pulls up a chair and sits along the back wall of the room.Marlowe, just don't make me do anything as ridiculous as last time. In fact, id rather you keep me out of it. Just as Iman kicks his feet on the clean table, he notices the bottles of wine behind the bar.

Ho ho! Looks like you and Aegar might have some little fun after all, huh Dankill?

In this case the drink is the road, and I'm personally more focused on the destination. Would you be able to switch from ale to wine this evening Aegar?

So long as it quenches my sober, I could care less what we drink! Dragging those blasted Night Blades all the way here has got me quite thirsty. And if it seems like we have enough, Id be glad to beat you in a game of knuckly dice Barendd. Aegar eyes the room as Kit diligently cleans the dust are dirt off chairs and tables. For an inn, this place seems eerily underused and dirty. Am I the only one who thinks something seems a little off?

Relax there Aegar, no need to worry! Lets just have a little fun and be merry 'til dinner. Now sit down before you become a prop yourself, Marlowe is scheming something for us, haha! Come on, Ill even join this game too.

The wing comment threw Pageflap for a loop for a few seconds before he decided to take it in stride. He was pretty sure that despite appearances Barennd was still somewhat injured. Feathered arms may look kinda like wings to non feathered species, he guessed. Still, a drinking game. He could probably down a few drinks, but he doubted he would be able to even get close to winning, he's seen how the three of them drink. He politely refuses with a shame of his head and a wave of his talon. Besides, he has an excuse to avoid the game this time.

Deciding that twenty minutes is enough time to go take a look at the hand and be back for lunch, Pageflap calls out to the party. In Aegar's voice, he says, "If any of you have a need to find me, I'll be-," he then switches to Willowmane's voice, "-in the shadow of The Hand." He also repeats Philcock's announcement of dinner to tell them all he'll be back soon then leaves the room.

Pageflap heads up to his room. Making sure he still has his dagger and gold on his person, he takes his spell book out of his pack. He pick up his staff and is about to leave when he remembers Aegar's suspicion and decides to investigate the room a bit. Especially the bed, who knows what has gone down on that thing.