Ata~
The woman turns to Ata, she perhaps was once pretty, but now time has eroded her. She offers a weak smile, “Aren’t you a cute little Faithless. The bub around here is pretty much like the bub any other place, but I didn’t think your kind cared overly much for such things.”
The bartender cuts her a hard look, but says nothing.
All~
At Dimitri’s request for food, “Well, we have a fine stew a brewing and some bread. As far as rooms I have enough for all of you to have your own, but three of them would take a little time to make fit. One Mert should cover it all, for rooms and the meals and,” he looks over at Glangim, “the first round.”
"I can of course heat up some water for you and even launder your clothes if you wish, but it will take a little time as well."
The stew is actually quite good if oddly spice and the meat having a strange texture. The bread is burnt a little at the bottom and is not quite as good, but still passable. Except for some vivid dreams, probably caused by the odd spices, the night is otherwise uneventful.
Tares~
The tower and castle seem fine, though it seems a bit later than you thought it was as the servants begin their pre dawn routine. (Nothing to be alarmed about with no sun or movement of the moon and stars it is difficult to keep track of time.)