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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TwistedMindInc" data-source="post: 3733246" data-attributes="member: 39574">Vesta listens intently to Erik, her brow furrowed as he speaks. Slowly the confusion clears and recognition takes its place. "OH! You must be one of the men that were summoned. Right?" With Olster being sick he had made the proper arrangements, just in case this situation presented itself. The man had full trust in his daughter and had informed her that Burne and Rufus were expecting a slew of adventurers to complete a 'small' task. He hadn't gone into detail as he was basically sworn to secrecy, even if that recipient of the news was his daughter... you could never trust who may over hear. It took a few more minutes and she then turned to Jayla; the look upon her face was as if she was just hit with a sack of brick. "Of course! You must be Brin's niece. My father spoke of you as well. Burne and Rufus were expecting you also." Apparently her aunt had gotten in touch with her former comrades to let them know that things were going as planned and that she had sent her niece to aid them in whatever ways they needed. "Maridosen! Bring these folks whatever they wish to eat.." She was grabbing another tankard for Erik and filling it with the house brew; the process was repeated for Jayla as well. "Both of you will have rooms on the house." She looked puzzled, her eyes quickly scanning the crowd as more new comers entered. "There should be more of you. I was told a total of six. Mm.. " Her father hadn't really given her a description of what to be on the lookout for, just brief ideas. Setting down the mugs before Erik and Jayla, it is now that the rest of the party begins to wander in. Yun and Vendan make it easy for her as they simply resemble their fathers' looks. She smiles to each in turn, and before answering their questions she addresses them with her own inquiry. "You are looking for Olster Gundigoot, yes?" Maridosen returns from behind the curtain, the same sour expression painted out on her features as she carries with her two bowls of steaming stew and a hunk of bread for each Jayla and Erik. "Here." The food is slapped down in front of the duo and she quickly busies herself in tending to a few regulars that have made their way to the bar. ****Nairb moves through the crowded Inn with little difficultly; the patrons moving out of the determined man's way. The town may have, once upon a time, rose up to fight a great evil.. but now the townfolk were content with the lack of confrontation. For the most part. Besides he looked like a man on a mission and nobody wished to interfere with that. He too gathers at the bar along with a handful of others, oddly it being the place of interest. As he approaches the bar 'wench' is addressing a few of the clientele that are gathered there: an obvious cleric of St. Cuthbert, a curious looking woman of the wild, a blond haired male that if he had to guess was a monk of some sort, and a man in wizarding robes. His first thought is that the group could make quite the group of brave souls - were they here for the same reason as he? "You Gundigoot?" Vesta doesn't even bother to look appalled at the ogling that Nairb has provided her with, and his question is answered with a bob of her head. "Aye! I'm sure I'm not the Gundigoot you seek, though. You too are in search of my father, Olster?" This was coming together excellently, the maid was figuring finding those that her father spoke of a difficult task, but all good things come to those that wait. More ale is poured and pushed before the men that had now gathered with Erik and Jayla. "One, two...we're missing one. I could've sworn my father said there would be six of you." ****Meanwhile, outside. Serin is having quite the hard time picking up any particular conversation. Nothing he hears seems to be more important bit of news than another, and the noise of someone singing horribly off-key makes it even more difficult to over hear anything. He does however hear Erik's demand crystal clear. "Ostler Gundigoot!" Were they seeking this Olster for the same reason? Had he found the man Rufus and Burne spoke of? Peering in a nearby window, the rogue can make out the cleric he had seen in the streets standing at the bar conversing with the bar maiden.</blockquote>

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