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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rae ArdGaoth" data-source="post: 2336552" data-attributes="member: 21064">As the party moves along the road back to the village, a man with a torch and pitchfork is seen travelling up from the other direction, from the village.  "Ah!  You must be the "bandits" and "thugs" that young John was speaking of.  I see you've got our boys there, they look alright.  Ol' Sal told me that you've all got rooms in her inn, I'll guide you there.  Boys, go on home now, it's damn late, and you bet your buttons your fathers'll be givin' you both a bit o' scoldin'.  Now git!"  The boys run off in opposite directions, one almost crying and the other, the one who was dangled, beaming and glancing back at the odd band every few strides.The man from the village guides everybody to the inn.  There are enough rooms for everybody, even an extra large bed for the dragonspawn.  The man offers to take Regalclaw to the stables, though he hesitates and chuckles as he admits, "I uh... don't really know what to do with such a magnificent creature, to be honest."  The rooms are clean and comfortable but simple, with only a bed and a night stand in each.  The night goes by uneventfully.In the morning, everybody wakes up to a sharp rap on their door and a shrill, woman's voice calling, "Breakfast!  Breakfast!  Get it while it's hot, mates!"  The tavern is almost empty now, except for a few women in a corner knitting and chatting together.  When the stranger members of the party enter the tavern from the rooms upstairs, their conversation stops for a moment but picks up fairly quickly.  The meal is good, any special needs are taken care of, to an extent.  The same woman who called everybody down also serves breakfast and makes small talk with a few people, pausing for long periods of time at the women's table in the back of the tavern.  When everyone has finished, she and a younger girl, perhaps 12 years old, clean up the eating ware and retreat to the kitchen.It is bright and early, about an hour after dawn.  Skies are partly cloudy with a low chance of rain.</blockquote>

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