>>> Apologies to all -- IRL has been really busy, and will be for the foreseeable future, so the game might move more slowly the next week or two.
As you follow Sildar Hallwinter south into town, you pass several homes, their windows glowing with the light of dinners being cooked over fires, and smoke coming out of the chimneys. As you enter the center of the town, you recognize the name hanging off a post on a building to your left -- Barthen's Provisions. However, the building is dark inside. Directly opposite of Barthen's Provisions is a building with 'Smithy' written on the sign hanging above the door.
When Sildar paused to look behind him, then enters a building, you see that it is the Stonehill Inn, which is right next door to Barthen's Provisions. Before you enter the inn, you note that there is a shrine -- the Shrine of Luck -- situated directly opposite the inn, next to the smithy.
You overhear Sildar as he speaks to someone inside; "Hello sir, we need lodgings for the evening," Sildar says. "Ah! Welcome! ... my gods --" the speaker seems to catch himself. "Ahem! Welcome! Yes, yes, lodgings, of course, we have six rooms available!"
"I will take one. And those five outside -- they shall take two rooms. I shall pay the costs of their lodgings this evening."
"Of course, of course, how generous of you. I shall have the rooms ready momentarily!"
"Before you go, I have provisions that needs to be stored for the night -- is there any possibility that --"
"Of course, of course, I will be happy to accommodate -- the provisions, how large --"
"A pull cart. Nothing a horse stall cannot handle."
"Excellent, sir. That will be a little bit extra, you understand. And will you be paying --?"
"Unfortunately, I do not have coin right now. I promise that I shall secure a loan tomorrow, and make payments."
"I cannot do --" the voice pauses. "You're Lords' Alliance? Of course, that is just fine with me, I am honored to have you as a guest! Shall I prepare the rooms?"
"Thank you sir, I deeply appreciate it."
Sildar steps outside. "As my gratitude for your bravery and generosity, your lodgings are secure for the evening. The innkeeper will take care of the pull cart. You can do your business tomorrow morning. But for now, you more than deserve a well-rested evening."
Sildar turns to Bartholomeus, "I deeply apologize, but I cannot be much help here. I have come in search of Iarno Albrek, a member of the Lords' Alliance and a wizard. I will be even further indebted to you if you find any information on him. As for the supplies, there will surely be buyers in town. You shall have plenty of time tomorrow to, ah, liquidate those before continuing on your journey, wherever that may lead."
Sildar re-enters the inn, "As for me, I need to get some sleep and contemplate the loss of a certain limb of mine." You couldn't be sure, but you sense a slight degree of irony in his voice, though his face did not betray anything.
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