Despite Jill's loud whining and objections against leaving Tatters behind, the group sets off towards the City at Merry's invitation. A light rain starts drizzling as the three men and two girls make their way across the deserted dirt road, towards what seem to be farmhouses surrounding the stone walls of Angelatch.
Merry leads Peth, Kye and Thok towards what seems to be an average-sized farmhouse, made of thick logs and with a thatched roof and a stone chimney on the East end.
"Come in, please, I'll make you some tea and you can rest a bit. You are our saviours after all." Merry invites the men inside the main room, which seems adequately furnished, although not lavish by any means. There is a thin wool rug on the floor, a table and two chairs, and some wooden toys scattered about the floor, no doubt the property of Jill.
Merry winds her hair up and smiles with a radiant grin, as she brushes the water off from her little sister's forhead.
"I have to change my dress and shirt - I must go to the "Three Queens" inn soon - Mr. Hatley lets me help in the Tavern so i can earn enough coin for me and Jll to live normally. Please, feel at home."
After she says that, Merry puts a kettle over a big oil lamp and lights it, and then heads up the creaking staircase to the second floor. Jill on the other hand, has managed to scurry away under the table and is playing with something she got off the floor.
***
"Splendid! - Lazarus cheers and moves back towards the altar. -
Bran i trust the villagers will not be reeling in the harvest in the dusk and rain. Adelaide - the female Paladin straightens her back when she hears her name. -
Take these men to "The Silver Boar" and arrange for their lodgings, have them be counted towards our group. You will head out on your mission tomorrow morning after the dawnprayers."
Adelaide nods and urges on Alevyth and Sensalar to follow her outside. Bran is scratching his head for a moment, but then decides against arguing and follows them as well. He sulks for a moment, but then turns towards the Aasimar.
"'Es' name be Lobri. He's my friend - the big man slaps the ram's neck with a heavy palm. The creature eyes him with apathy and continues walking slowly besides the group. -
He's a special breed, live only in da high mountains they do, and only 'ere in Muirlane. Dire Rams - strong beasts they be fer sure. Where have ye seen one silver-haired boyo?"
The light rain outside was getting stronger, and the crowds were already dispersing, even if the group was a curiosity to watch.
***
"Head towards "The Lone Traveler", It's further down the Southern street." Latham hears in his ear. The man's voice seems annoyed, but the Wizard can see hiim packing some scrolls and books in a Bag of Holding and making his way south, conveniently using the farther edge of the street, far enough not to be in the range of the coachman's whip, who was now cursing at the peasantry blocking the path of his carriage.
Back at the Temple, Latham can see the Ranger and his pet, and the two men he had meat previously, exit and head down the Northern road.
The drizzle will soon turn in to a pouring rain, that much is apparent to the spellcaster as he looks up at the thickening gray clouds.