Chapter 1, Day 1 Afternoon: Drellen's Ferry

"We are traveling and simply are looking for a place to rest and heal our wounds. We were attacked by Hobgoblins not far from here." the wizard states flatly. He's too tired and famished to show much emotion other than weariness.

"A lively place with fine ale would do wonders right about now. We've had a rough day." I stand a little straighter, grimacing through the pain of my wounds, but managing to maintain eye contact with the townsfolk. "The name's Xara, by the way. Perhaps you have heard of me?"

Pleased with the welcome we are given, I smile and nod slightly to the guards after double checking that my holy symbol is still hung around my neck, displayed on my chest. As we pass the guards, I voice my vote, "If the town guards speak highly of the place, I think we should try that one."
On our way to the inn, I survey our surroundings, particularly the "town square" across the street from the inn

The "Jarret's Sundries" sign piques my interest as I wonder if there are supplies we will be needing. I make a mental note to bring that Noticing the stone tower marked "Armory", I wonder out loud, "A public armory?" before continuing into the bustling inn with the rest of the group.

"Given our run in on the road, keeping a public armory seems like a smart idea," Zaris says to Kaiakas. "I wonder if there is a library around here?" he says aloud, mostly to himself. Zaris is still interested in reading up more on the silver concoction used on the were beast back weeks ago. And besides, one can learn a lot about an area by seeing what books they have collected.

"You all go ahead into the Inn. I'm going to find the library and see what I can learn about silvering weapons and perhaps a bit more about this Tiamat fellow in these parts." Zaris wanders off back towards the guards to have them point him in the right direction.

I take a look around, breathing in the hustle and bustle of the town. I can't help but wonder- if I were to, say, practice my craft... who would the best targets be? As I enter the inn, I nonchalantly look around in earnest.

"A library sounds like a good idea Zaris, I think I'll join you and see if I can't find out anything more on Tiamat." I wearily gather up my supplies and join the Mage in the search for knowledge

I give the halfling a nod and a smile. I am fully capable of playing nice. I should probably save my skills for a more difficult task anyway. Parting drunk half-elves from their gold is child's play.

I immediately head towards the back right corner of the room to where the card games are being played. My goal is to listen in on the latest gossip. I'm especially curious as to whether anyone else is aware of the sort of dangers that await us in the woods.

"Sentiern the Wise I presume?" Zaris says with the utmost respect. "We were directed to you by the town's guard. We've come from a rather respectable distance and were attacked by hobgoblins during our travels. One of them carried an artifact we believe to associated with the dragon god Tiamat and we were hoping to ask for your insight."

Not understanding the exchange between the thieves, I watch Xara walk toward the card games and find a table nearby where I can watch her. Should someone come by for my order, I will get a simple meal with a small glass of wine.

I toss him the symbol of Tiamat with an easy underhand. "I s'pose its a good thing we were the ones on the road, else they'd have succeeded in their ambush." I look around at the books, idly wondering if there's a forgotten tome that could aid me in getting rid of my demonic obligation

"The hobgoblins had no provocation from us and Tiamat is a god; could there be a following of that multiple headed beast? Zaris asks smiling at the cup of tea that flew into the room.

Zaris turns to Rurik as the symbol floats gently towards him. "Then it would seem we have stumbled into something most sinister here my friends," he says with a frown. He leans back in his seat and motions to Sentiern to look at the book further.