The night slips by quietly, or as quietly as a night can be in Sharn.
Valhandra, Kasha, Kyna, Iohr, Tirlen:[sblock] Your sleep is plagued with images that you do not understand. Fields of battle and carnage assault your mind. Faint sounds of screams, angered and horrified, are let lose on your ears. Then a sound that can only be described as gibberish wraps itself around you, and then fades into silence. Each of you wake in the night to a cold sweat. [/sblock]
Morning comes and Sharn is alight with the hussle and bussle of another day. All those that were present at last night's battle meet outside The Broken Anvil before entering. As you go inside the dimly lit tavern, a halfling matron greets you with a jolly "Mornin, ladies and gents." Then she has a moment of realization, and waves her hands for you to follow her.
"Come this way, will ya? You aren't here for just a bite of breakfast, I know." She leads you back to a table near the back of the common room. She bows and waves her hand in a "have a seat" kind of manner.
"M'lady, your guests have arrived." the hafling matron says.
"Thank you, Molly. Oh, and get these fine folks something to eat will you? Oh, where are my manners? I'm Lady Elaydren d'Vown of House Cannith." the woman introduces. She wears a dark blue cloak that has delicate features. Her eyes are a dark blue and hair a sleek black adorned with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks in a soft but clear voice.
"Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please, sit down." She motions her hand pointing out three pitchers. One of wine, one of water, and one of ale.
Valhandra, Kasha, Kyna, Iohr, Tirlen:[sblock] Your sleep is plagued with images that you do not understand. Fields of battle and carnage assault your mind. Faint sounds of screams, angered and horrified, are let lose on your ears. Then a sound that can only be described as gibberish wraps itself around you, and then fades into silence. Each of you wake in the night to a cold sweat. [/sblock]
Morning comes and Sharn is alight with the hussle and bussle of another day. All those that were present at last night's battle meet outside The Broken Anvil before entering. As you go inside the dimly lit tavern, a halfling matron greets you with a jolly "Mornin, ladies and gents." Then she has a moment of realization, and waves her hands for you to follow her.
"Come this way, will ya? You aren't here for just a bite of breakfast, I know." She leads you back to a table near the back of the common room. She bows and waves her hand in a "have a seat" kind of manner.
"M'lady, your guests have arrived." the hafling matron says.
"Thank you, Molly. Oh, and get these fine folks something to eat will you? Oh, where are my manners? I'm Lady Elaydren d'Vown of House Cannith." the woman introduces. She wears a dark blue cloak that has delicate features. Her eyes are a dark blue and hair a sleek black adorned with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks in a soft but clear voice.
"Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please, sit down." She motions her hand pointing out three pitchers. One of wine, one of water, and one of ale.
