All:
[Sblock]OOC: I am sensing that people are done here, so I'll push the game forward. Unleashed, I'll have Keryth stay back at the Rusty Anchor for a bit to accomplish your purposes. Everyone else can assume that their characters got safely back to the Inn without anything gone missing.[/Sblock]
Byntrou, Bahruul, Pwent:
Arriving back at the inn, it is now relatively late in the evening and the sun has been down for some time now. Each of the party is greeted by Karen, who smiles upon their entrance. "Thank mighty Pelor that you all survived the day and are back in one piece! I get so worried on the days after a robbery occurs. Some people get so wrapped up in getting even they do something astupid and bite off more than they can chew. But you all seem to have made it just fine. I'm quite relieved, my prayers to Pelor have been answered indeed!" She pauses for a bit and replies, "I figured that you would be abck, I've changed the sheets and turned them down for you if you'd like the same room. You can rest easy tonight - a robbery never happens twice in the same night. Nothin' left to steal, at least ..."
After speaking, her face wears an expression as though her last thought didn't come out nearly as encouraging as she had hoped it might. Only then does her eyes count bodies.
"Wait a minute ... wasn't there five of you this morn? Oh, please tell me I 'ain't gone and put me ole foot in me mouth now ..."
Keryth:
As Keryth waits for Dahlia to finish her shift, mop the floors, etc ... etc ... the final patrons of the night begin to shuffle off. Before too long, Keryth is alone in the building with Dahlia, the cook and his assistant (who are in the kitchen), the barkeep who managed to catch Gav for a second or two, and one other waiter. While Dahlia seems to be in charge of cleaning the dining room, the other waiter seems to be responsible for making sure the staples (sugar, honey, oils, peppers, and salts) are prepared for the next day's business. As a result, the other waiter is spending most of his time in the kitchen and only infrequently does this waiter bring items out to the tables that Dahlia has already swept and mopped underneath.
Dahlia rubs her eyes and wipes her forehead with the back of her forearm. Her tired eyes turn to Keryth and she smiles. "You are a very sweet and noble man to be hangin' around waiting for my 'food and ale' smelly self. Are you this nice to everyone - or just waitresses who keep a small dagger tucked away in a very dangerous place?" She smiles once more and hefts the handle of the mop up into the air and then brings it down, turning the mophead over for a new pass along the floor.