As Renlow wanders off into the night, Nevil offers a heartfelt well-wishing to the party before moving to put The Downpour to bed.
The Eels' Belly is a cozy, clean little inn. As the bell rings when they open the front door, the party watches as a bleary-eyed older female human makes her way to the front desk. She bounces cheerily enough, but it's clear she woke with a start, wherever it was she was napping.
"Oh, goodness, travelling late, I see?" she says. She pulls out her ledger and surveys the lot of you over her glasses, then gives a sweet grin. "We've plenty of rooms, and the stew from the evening meal reheats quite well if I do say so myself if you've not partaken on your own journey?"