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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Shina shudders.
"Damn it....I should've kept an eye on your tent."

[Nakéen]

Taros is enjoying the crude and interesting meal in the inn. As a cook, he is taking notes on the taste, savor, smell and consistence of the food.

He looks around in the inn, searching curiously for people from the caravan.

((Who is in the inn ?))

[Projeck37]

"It is quite alright, Shira. Do not blame yourself, or feel unnecessary things such as that."

[Twinwolf]

((Who is in the inn ?))

((Lillian, Niamh, Browfen, maybe others))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"...I know, but.....dammit. I should watch out for you kids. Especially you."

[Projeck37]

"When it comes to combat, I am capable of handling myself."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"You can handle yourself just fine, kid, but you're still going to be a kid in my eyes. I don't look it, but I'm old enough to be your mother. You'll have to excuse an old lady for that, I suppose.

Besides, I have to watch your backs anyway, no? Just what you do for people."

[Nakéen]

((Lillian, Niamh, Browfen, maybe others))

((I see, thanks))
Taros notices three familiar faces, though he doesn't know their names, they are Lillian, Niamh and Browfen.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

((Geliebte is there))

[Sanure]

Syrgan, having left some time ago, finally arrives to his assigned quarters at the church, where another man is waiting, covered in dark shadows despite the room being well lit, "Good to see you arrive safely, Tarm Guard Captain Frostborn." "As if I woudn't. Did you bring the items I requested?" The shadow man pulls out a satchel and places it on the nearby desk,
"Thirty four Cirns and a replacement Malachite for the good Father. And how did my candidate fair?" "Dead. Seems they weren't qualified for the line of work I teach." "How unfortunate. Perhaps another in your group will be worthy for the training of the Royal Assassin?" Syrgan scoffs, "One, potentially." "I look forward to the report." The figure laughs and vanishes. Syrgan sighs and grabs the satchel, removing thirteen of the Cirns from it and exits the room.

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn is also at the inn. He's pretty much just sitting around bored.

[Twinwolf]

((Sanure, care to describe the inn?))

[Nakéen]

Caderyn is also at the inn. He's pretty much just sitting around bored.

Taros waves at Caderyn.

[Sanure]

The inn, which also serves as the tavern, is built in the typical design of the location, high peaked roofs, two fire places in the main room, many sleeping quarters, a full kitchen and pantry, and several side sections for local merchants. the main area of the Inn houses the innkeepers seat and many tables for patrons of the tavern. Two of the merchants from the caravan have set up their stalls here, but are not selling anything as of yet.

[SOLDIER First]

And of the smithy?