STRANGERS AMONG US...
Aramil spoke up " What makes you think Rokasia has grown ominous? Has something happened recently that you would like to mention?" " All I daresay is that these strangers comin' through better not think to seek refuge or spread any of their evil here." Gresmo finished his sixth mug within the two hours and threw his sword onto the table with a curt grin
Gresmo stood up slowly and finalized " Well, take yer time and you have lodging at the 'St. Morvis Cross' down da street." He walked off until a coworker ran up to the foreman handing him his forgotten blade.
The workers broke up then; half followed Gresmo out the tavern door leaving the party to subdued conference.
Aramil immediately volunteered to go off to bed as the bard laborly choked down his ale. Torynth thought the option sound; less ears privy to their conversations, the better. MIDNIGHT ~ The squad found their way easily to their appointed domicile where they exchanged words with the innkeeper who proclaimed their lodgings. Four rooms held the following pairs:
The foreman flicked his eyes at the wizard and fixed his jaw as if to concentrate on his words " News out of 'dere bears reports of..." he paused and belched lightly "..witches."
A stillness hung in the air and hushed whisperings between the patrons grew sharper. Torynth and Oktavianus pressed for further explanation.
" Or I'll take'em out!" His eyes grew glassy and stared at the magicusers " And yer types with the hoods could be viewed as witches probably {hiccup}. Just better watch out yer steps in there that's all. They'll hang ya'!"
Glade stared stoically at the foreman as Leah scanned the barcrowd nervously.
Gailwind leaned towards the group at midtable " And there they have our horses too."
Hebron stated plainly " You may have noticed that we are under intense scrutiny, so never let your guard down." At this sound advice, the party rose from their chairs ready to leave.
The wizard led the party out of the somber tavern and onto the main street of Tolx. Gresmo's bunch were off in the distance apparently splitting off to their own homes.
A man was coughing up the night's ale in a shadowy portion of the entrance as they passed on by. The party's tired bodies filed off to seek the hotel for a pleasant slumber and could care less for an investigation about the dark strangers any more that night.
Torynth and Aramil exchanged personal pleasantries and took the first. The druid and bard claimed the second, desiring nothing but sleep. The dwarf and archer sought the third, welcoming the solitarity to collect their thoughts. The last, Splendor shared with Gailwind; both delving further into the maps of the Zegithir Region.