Prologue: Troubles at Red Larch.

Yohna considers both buildings with a neutral expression, before noticing their diminutive travel companion examining the board. She is about to walk over to her, just as Breezy passes through the doors. As the entrance swings on its hinges, she manages a glance inside, picking up the commotion inside. 'Packed...' She sighs, wondering if it's even worth the wait she'll probably have to stick to find out if they have rooms left, compared to seeking sanctuary in the shrine.

Instead, she takes a few steps across to read the board with Midnight. "Anything worth knowing?" She asks, a little abruptly, though it isn't as if she'd made her presence at all unknown. "Failing that, did you happen to find anything around here suitable for killing time?" She peers a little closer at the board, flicking past the assistance requests - She'd get back to them - and looking for any local business advertisements.

Vardo breezes through the doors of the Swinging Sword and is immediately impressed at the bustle. Spying an open table amid the chaos, he dances between rowdy patrons and scurrying wait staff until he's able to twist himself into a seat. He motions for a barmaid once he manages to catch her attention from across the floor. After she nods indicating likely that she'll get to him when she can, he settles in.

Intrigued by the few snippets he overheard on the way to the tavern, he decides to gather any more tidbits that might be on offer. He takes a small piece of paper from his pocket and begins slowly folding and creasing it, giving the impression to anyone glancing in his direction of someone intent on a hobby. In reality, he stealthily tries to overhear the conversations around him and surreptitiously sneaking peeks at the patrons out of ear shot in order to better get a sense of the type of people in attendance.

Rich, poor, farmers, adventurers, the crowd can tell him a great deal about town even if he isn't lucky with the conversations at hand.

Midnight stands in front of the board with a finger on her chin reading through all the postings, trying to find something quick and easy to do so that she has enough money to pay for a room for the night. She thinks that maybe she could put on a little magic show during the Midsummer festivities to raise a few coins.

She's intrigued by Breezy—this is her first time seeing or meeting a genasi of any flavor. When he stops by her to read the postings, she gets distracted and stares at him without saying anything. After he goes inside the inn, she finishes browsing the postings and then heads inside to what he does and work up the courage to say hello.

Keavan heads to the inn to attempt to secure lodgings and meet up with any of the others who have made it there.

Yohna raises a finger, about to begin an objection, but Midnight has already scampered off before she can say anything, and the cleric simply shakes her head and sighs. She takes a closer look at the old bounty, taking it from the board and examining the remains, then elects to fold them neatly and slide them into her bag.

That done, Yohna decides that the shrine is probably, by duty if nothing else, the best place to go next. Stepping across the path to the doors, she takes a moment to regard the symbols on the door, carefully tracing the craftsmanship of each one with a hand. The woman then balls the same hand and raps firmly on the doors, waiting for a response.

"You can bet on Vergadain's arse we're going to the pub!" Falka cheers with excitement. She doesn't stop to ask how the elf had got her name, and two strides into town and she's already on her way to the nearest drinking establishment. When she throws open the doors to the Helm at Highsun, she finds it to be the perfect sort of place where people like Falka go to have a fistfight and spin a good yarn or two. Her eyes light up in childish delight and she rubs her palms together in joyous anticipation. She sets about scouring the establishment for any strong looking warrior types, dwarves or both posthaste.