”Nonsense, Miss Weathersmith. Our hospitality is extended to all." Trying her best to not ignore any one of her guests, Valeriya turns to respond to Pirvinia.
"The builders of our castle had the foresight to build over a hot spring. We have bathing and soaking rooms that I hope you will find acceptable.”
Valeriya leaves Pirvinia in the care of an older, female servant who leads her down a side hall then down a short flight stairs that grows progressively more humid, through a waiting room of some sort to a steamy chamber with private alcoves lining the walls.
”These are to wash alcove,” says the servant in broken Common.
”Beyond lay hot-soak pool and next cold plunge but snow is melt and only little cold.”
Valeriya and a handful of servants make sure the guests of Castle Danyll have everything they need. Food and ale is brought out and set on the table for those hungry and when all immediate needs are cared for the guests are shown to rooms off the great hall to sleep through the remainder of the night.
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The following morning echoes of the castle’s bustle slowly waken those still sleeping in the guest hall. Garadh wakens to the sound of voices murmuring quietly over his bed. When he opens his eyes he sees Quillian in conversation with a tiny human woman almost gnomish in size. She notices that Garadh has awakened and rubs her wrinkled hands together.
”Ah, he wakes.” Before Garadh can do much more than sit up the woman has reached over and put a wooden cup to Garadh’s lips.
”Drink it down. Now there’s a good boy.” The liquid is viscous and vile smelling but the little woman is relentless and doesn’t put the cup away until Garadh drinks it all down.
”I am Sofya Matinkovai but most call me Matta Sofya. Now, you are not contagious so if you hurry you can break fast with the others in the great hall.”
When the group of travelers, including Jyman Trout and Brother Goswald, enter the great hall they see a tall, rangy middle-aged man sitting at table in a large chair while all the other tables have benches. His face is stern and bears the wrinkles of much sun exposure and is framed by short, wavy hair and a square-cut beard going to grey. At his side is a woman of similar age, auburn hair in a thick braid that goes down to the mid-point of her back and with a maroon scarf wrapped around her head. Her features are fine with nose and chin prominent and with heavy-lidded eyes.
The man gets up from his chair and spreads his arms wide.
”Ah, my guests have arrived. I am Danyll, your host, and you are most welcome. Come, break your fast and tell me what brings such a mixed group of men and women here. This is my wife, the Lady Raisa, and you met my daughter Valeriya last night, I hear. Come, join me at table and let us share bread.”
Jyman Trout and Brother Goswald greet King Danyll but make excuses and join the king’s small warband at a table farther down so that the group can make the acquaintance of the royal family.
[sblock=OOC]Garadh will need to make Fort saves (one per game day), until he succeeds twice in a row, to shake off the disease. The DC is 18 but Matta Sofya’s attentions will give him a +4 bonus to the roll.
Meanwhile, characters can rest and recover in the castle, take care of outstanding business, do shopping in town and with Jyman Trout, and anything else that you might need/want to do. Technically, the base limit of the town is 1,000 gp but with Jyman Trout’s goods and King Danyll willing to take unwanted items into his treasury/armory (particularly the slain knight’s gear) and give fair value of things from his treasury the base value will have a temporary bump to 9,000 gp. The amount each character has at their disposal is listed in the first post under Adventure Tracking. Add 1,000 gp to that number for the time since that calculation.
Feel free to keep up the RP until the shopping chores are cleared away. Any questions, ask. As I’m writing this late, I’m sure I’ve forgotten something.[/sblock]
. . . . Jyman Trout . . . . . . . Brother Goswald . . . . . . . . . . Valeriya . . . . . .
. . . . . King Danyll . . . . . . . . .
Queen Raisa . . . .
. . . . Matta Sofya . . . . .
