Easthaven

Ug eyes the blood warily and pulls and grips a hand ace at his waisted (his great axe would he much to cumbersome in the small cellar. Not exactly known for stealth, he looks at Father Tulfgyr on how to proceed.

Father Tulfgyr cautiously removes a mace hidden in his brown priestrobes before dropping them too to the ground revealing a dwarf with a stocky chest and wide shoulders and a thick coat of mail. at his wrist the coat of mail end just short revealing colourful runic tattoos snaking up and under the mail before emerging at his collar but stopping just short of the neck. Tulfgyr skin is old and weather beaten but is still filled with strength. Tulfgyr reaches for his shield on his back but realizes he left it upstairs at the table. Accounting for the loss of his shield he holds his mace in a defensive stance extended in front of him. Tulfgyr's mace is a small steel ball with eight flangs potruding from it in equal distances from each other. The flangs are dark steel that get progressivly more polished and white the closer to the ball they get till they merge with an unblemished ball of the whitest white a steel can take " probably just the cat eating a rat....or a rat eating the cat" Tulfgyr whispers to Ug

Father Tulfgyr motions for the goliath to cut off escape routes while tulfgyr flushes him out. Tulfgyr trusts that Ug will under stand his basic signals do to Ugs days in the underdark.

Al does her best not to scowl at the man but takes the letter a little too brusquely. She was halfway out the door before she remembered that she had not yet paid for the night. She walks back to Quimby and places the payment in his hand.
"The bed was very comfortable. I'll be staying at least another night, I reckon." She says sheepishly, and left the inn. She stops on the porch to read the letter, hyperaware that she was trying extra hard to look casual, though who should see her, and why she would care if they did, she hadn't a clue. She grumbles some more insults at herself and opens the envelope.

Maverick moves cautiously twards Jhonen as not to startle the man. clearing his throat before he speaks the gnome tries to casually begin a conversation "saw you at the tavern last night. Intriguing things you were asking me about last night thats for sure" he inspects what Jhonen is wearing, trying to look casual as he scans the man over for any weapons he may have. "i would be willing for further discussion somewhere a little more private if possible" he says before also turning to look into the great exspance of Lac Dinneshere

Maverick - As Maverick gets closer he can hear Jhonen humming softly to himself, as if trying to remember a forgotten song. "Hmmmm... eh? Oh! Sorry, friend... I didn't see you standing there. Just taking in the view of the lake for a bit. It's beautiful, isn't it? But I really need to get some fishing done, it's just been hard to concentrate. Join me on my fishing boat? Might as well get some work done while we chat, and it's as private a location as you could want in Easthaven." He gestures towards one of the rowboats.

raging against the swarm Tulfgyr slams his foot into the swarm