I sit at the table, slowly eating a warm meal, reminiscing on what happened today. Multiple deaths. Shocking discoveries. Betrayal. Monsters. If I was a bard - this would make a killer story to sell. Or make into a song.
I finish the meal, down the tea in my mug and release a quiet sigh. Touch the comb in my pocket and think about what sister Garaele asked me to do. Talking to banshees. That would be a first. But potions are needed. So what happened today wouldn't repeat. I resolutely stand up and approach the inn-keeper. Half-way there I stop and not looking at anyone specificaly speak up:
— Redbrands are no more.
After saying that I continue towards inn-keeper and ask him to pack up warm meal for three people.
OOC:
Tell me how much all this costed :) Leylin would ask for a best food that inn can provide.