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DM

The rooms in the lower level of Calling Horns Inn are mercifully sheltered from the cacophony of cocks crowing about the new day, which rouse most of the townspeople.

The party is more likely to be awakened by the smell of hot breakfasts being served in the common room upstairs. After last night's events, it might not be a good idea to inquire how the sausages were made.

Everyone's had at least 4 hours of sleep at this point, and have a decision to make. Stay in bed and rest... perhaps continuing travels later in the day? Get up and travel now and hope to get better sleep on the road in a tiny hut?

Or maybe spend another day in town to gather information. There's shopping, of course, and thankful townspeople are likely to offer deep discounts or free items. There's also the chance to investigate the blacksmith's skills with magic. They still have those mysterious rune stones to investigate. Could the witch outside the walls have had anything to do with this and is it still raining on her hut? And the inn owner and de-facto ruler of the town did imply some sort of favor to be traded. So many things to do in this town.

OOC:
- Everyone has had a short rest and the injured can use hit dice to heal. Or buy a healing potion in town or be gifted one by a townsperson.
- Those who have the Trance ability have had 4 hours of rest and have the benefit of a long rest.
- Others can choose to sleep 'till noon for a long rest, or just get up and do stuff and catch some Zzz's tomorrow.

There are lots of things to do and absolutely no need to do them all together. Go forth and do great things!

Sindar

He rises early as is his want. After performing morning ablutions, he came upstairs with his clothing, which had just been cleaned. He follows his nose first to breakfast. The saying goes that an army traveled on its stomach. That is certainly true of a bard who has known some lean times.

[OOC: Don't forget the bonus from the Song of Rest for those that need it.
Song of Rest - Unless DnD Beyond adjusts something
Beginning at 2nd level, you can use soothing music or oration to help revitalize your wounded allies during a short rest. If you or any friendly creatures who can hear your performance regain hit points at the end of the short rest by spending one or more Hit Dice, each of those creatures regains an extra 1d6 hit points.]

Zhu

Having spent 4 hours in Reverie (Trance), she rises, washes, and dresses then heads down to the common room to see if there is anything light to eat to begin the day. She would like to look into this Blacksmith who is reputed to be making magical items and also go and visit the Witch's hut outside the walls today.

DM

The inn's owner, Tamalin Zoar, is present in the common room, making the rounds of the tables. She's speaking with various groups of patrons about the events of last night, listening to their concerns.

One table can be heard gossiping about one of the deals made, accompanied by laughter. "I'd let my horse get eaten by a troll for that much gold."

Another table is discussing what brought the attack. "Didn't happen until those giant-fighters arrived. They're bringing trouble," offers one patron before noticing a few of said giant-fighters entering the room, his companion across the table trying to draw his attention to that fact. Another one at the table corrects them. "Not true, we had two trolls attacking the north gate just last week." The first shrugs. "Yeah, but they didn't get in." The conversation moves on to the safety, or lack thereof, of requiring everyone to carry a lit torch around, even when drunk.

Jaliera

She stretches, feeling warm and cosy, not sure if she wants to move at all. Without even opening her eyes she murmurs to Davroar.

"What do you want to do today?"

Zindra
The scent of breakfast stirred Zindra out of bed and after a battle like the night before, she was hungry. Trolls were known to come out of the Evermoors. In fact, the vast wasteland was called by many called the Trollmoors. The scout sees some of her companions and joins them at a table.

"Good morning friends. Did the smell of breakfast wake you too?" she said to the group to initiate the conversation.

As the conversation evolved, she added "The innkeeper said she wants to trade favors last night. I wonder what she meant by that?"

Zhu

Nibbling on some fruit, she says, "We should take some of the Troll remains, blood and skin, when we go to the Blacksmith and the Witch. They can be used as ingredients in magical concoctions so there might be an opportunity for trade there as well."

Sindar

"Yes, the mayor offered appreciation for our efforts, though we should approach her to see exactly what those offerings are. Would you like me to inquire with any specific goals in mind? Or do we wish to all meet with her?"

Pavel

After the events from the night he wasn't expecting them to venture on to the trail. Coming to the common room he notices some of the party had already broken their fast. Joining them he tries to catch up with the conversation just catching what Zhu said about troll parts possibly being of interest to the blacksmith.

" I can ask the Smith if he is interested when I see him later. Anyone else interested in going there?"

It may have been a long night with minimal rest but he hadn't forgotten about what he learned the night before.

Rory

The door opens and the young magician wanna-be from last night comes running in, a few seconds ahead of his mother, arriving for work. She smiles and shakes her head with amusement as the boy beelines to the party's table.

"I heard you killed four trolls last night!" he says excitedly. "With fireballs and blue and green energy bolts and good 'ol swords!" He looks around at those present. "And Lily said you healed her, too!"

He lowers his voice to a whisper. "She didn't tell mum how bad she was hurt, don't say anything or she won't get to work in the stables again. She was tryin' to protect the horses instead of runnin'."

Davroar

Waking up to Jaliera's pleasant voice, he catches the last part of her question and pauses for a moment before quietly answering, "Want to get some supplies from that woman offered me a deal since I healed her horse." Will all the fighting happening in the stable he suggests, "Should also check on the other horses too."

He lets out a yawn, wishing for a bit more sleep but the smell of food brings him fully awake. Turning to look Jaliera deep into her beautiful green eyes, he gives her a long kiss, and whispers, "Could also just have some fun before we eat..."

Arus
(In bed)

A cockrel crowing? Arus raises his head from the pillow, still sore from the battle and then alarmed when he feels pinned.

Glancing down he sees the dishevelled crown of some maiden, her head resting snugly on his chest. The triton arches an eyebrow and looks around his room. Actually... maybe it isn't his room. Another guests perhaps? It was very late when they finally retired.

Arus shrugs and lying back down he falls asleep until noon.

Kriv

The Dragonborn had earned his keep last night, both in the battle and the subsequent vigil. Ten heavily armed humans seemed about right as a relief force, and thus he had relinquished his post. To the Dragonborn, nothing was truly free, and now an extra four hours in bed were suitable reimbursement in part. He'd passed on the details of where the troll's trail had led, but that was a problem for the afternoon, when people were properly replenished.

Aubric

The elf makes his way up to break his fast, having rested long enough to fully recover his casting abilities. While he'd had the knowledge and skill to extract components of value from the trolls, he'd prefer to leave that to others and pay them for the trouble.

Speaking of paying, he offers a coin to one of the barmaids as he arrives, and his juice arrives with a bit of extra liquor fetched from behind the bar. It's too early in the day for the bartender to take his post, but not too early for those in the know to begin imbibing. He finds his way to the table where Sindar and Zindra are conversing, remaing quiet for the moment as he tries to catch up on the conversation.

Pavel

He looks over at the few that had come down already noticing that there group was diminished since the night before. A few of them apparently wanting more rest. Whichj was wise. A part of him was wishing he'd stayed in bed.

When Rory came over to the table he smiled slightly at the boy's excitement. Pavel remembered the little girl in the hallway that Davroar had helped when he was running to the stable. He felt a little guilty for not stopping but considering there was a troll at the doorway he figured that could be overlooked. He was just glad she was alright. He leans over conspiratorially to the young boy.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." he says with a wink.

"By the time I got there, I saw Lily running out of the stable just like you mother expected her to." Then he whispers to Rory. "But your sister was extremely brave."

Pavel's mind was stuck on the trolls from the night before. He broke pieces of the roll he was eating and chewed thoughtfully. "So anyone eles thinking we should track down where those trolls came from?"

Jaliera

More than happy to spend more time with Davroar, she snuggles up close.

"I should have checked the others, I was just so relieved that Meadow was OK."

Horses are then banished from her thoughts for a while..

Later

"I'm hungry now!" She grins at him.

<Bern>

He woke at first light ... sort of. He stretched a bit, enjoying the warm, softness of the bed. He could get used to sleeping in a bed ... for a few days anyway, he thought with a smile on his face. He rolled over and settled in for a bit more sleep.

Eventually hunger wins out over lazy and he gets up and heads down to the common room for something to eat.

Rory

The boy giggles at Pavel going along with his joke, but otherwise remains lingering at the table, listening in to the conversation about trolls, eyes wide with interest and excitement.

Tamalin Zoar

The inn owner / de-facto mayor, judge, sheriff, and a host of other titles, smiles at the troll-killers, offering a respectful nod, but does not approach them. She's given them the opening offer of a meeting and lets them talk amongst themselves before pushing that conversation any further.

She heads toward the south end of the room where there are private curtained-off areas, where Sindar met with her the previous night.

Sindar

"It would seem an audience is available if we wish to approach the mayor." He notes her passage and indicates with his eyes to his companions.

<Bern>

He pauses a moment to watch Tmalin wander through the room and offer her 'invitation' to the group.

Once she had 'left the room', he continued over to the table and offered them a "Good morning" and then added "Hope you all slept as well as I did", with a grin before grabbing a seat.

DM

Rory's mother comes by the table, shooing him away to spy on someone else. "Anything I can do for you heroes?" she asks.

She cants her head in the direction of the south end of the room. "Invitations as you have received are rare, and Tamalin has a lot to do. You don't have to go talk to her of course, but she may be harder to locate if you stall much. I think she's waiting for you now and won't wait forever."

Zhu

Finishing the piece of fruit she was nibbling on, she nods and rises, moving to go to where Tamalin is waiting.

<Bern>

He rises and follows.

Pavel

Pavel seeing the others leave joins them.