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(Angel and Liri are ready I believe)

[OOC] Okay, folks, consider this a roll call. We got bogged down while the party split up into three different locations and while I was without electricity. Tomorrow (game time) is a new day with a new (brief) mission. Everybody sound off, please, so I know we're all here. [/OOC]

(Ummm the above doesnt qualify?)

((Oy! I'm here!))

((Me too. Busy, but calling in for a moment every day.))

As you awake in your various lodgings the next morning, the day is overcast and misty, with an occasional drop of rain, but it doesn’t feel like a storm is coming.

The day’s first order of business would seem to be gathering the group together again. Angel and Liri are at one inn. Eldon is at another. Elias is at the temple with Bastian. Papa is at the guild hostel. Fraso, Hiric and Salia are at the commander’s home. Maughus is off somewhere.

Breakfast being prominent in everyone’s mind and, drawn by the smell of bacon and onions, the group meanders separately to the tent restaurant from last night’s dinner, where the cooks are preparing breakfast on large metal slabs fitted over the same firepits they had used to cook meat last night.


[OOC] Whoever post first can decide who arrived first. Fraso and his people are not at the restaurant, nor is Maughus. [/OOC]

(Well...)

Angel arrives alone, having left Liri resting she opted instead for a walk around the settlement and a short exercise with her blade, working out the stiffness from the short rest.

Entering the restaurant finds a table suitably big enough for the whole group, and sits alone, dressed in her armor she lays her sword across her lap and ties back her hair away from her face.

Bleary-eyed, Bastian staggers to the tent, following his nose quickly to the griddle of bacon and onions. "Those smell divine!" he murmurs to the cooks. "What is the meal for the day?"

The cook grunts and gestures to the griddle.
There is bacon frying, and eggs, and a mixture of peppers and onions. Nearby, another cook tends a large pot of yellpw porrige, which bubbles over an open fire.
The area is set up legion-style, with a table on one end of the cookline with large plates, small bowls, and spoons, and one at the other end with bread, cheese, and dried fruit. The only addition to the legion setup is a chest-high table at the end, where a young woman sits on a stool with a tray of coins, taking payment.

Liri had woken up surprised that Angel had left her asleep. She got up quickly and went through her morning routine which include a round of gymnastics and a visit to Casta, her horse. If she is well taken care of and she sees a stable boy or girl, they will get a few coppers. The she too follows her nose to the cooking tent. Seeing Angel sitting there, she approaches her. Laying a hand on the other woman's shoulder as she sits down next to her, she asks quietly "Was your night alright?"

"My night was quite perfect." She says glancing up quickly, the look of deep worry that had fallen across her face melting away for a moment. "I needed to focus on preparing myself mentally, both for the task ahead and Daos's funeral."

Standing slowly she looks to the Griddle, "Would you like some food?" She asks, changing the subject.

Liri nods, a smile on her face that might be one of relief. "Yes, let us have breakfast. I think I'd like porridge."

Eldon strides inside the tent, his black cape around his body, hiding his bandaged hands he slides alongside Bastian.

"Well that didn't really go to plan last night." He says breaking the silence, "Good job I have you guys, that job was getting a little stale anyway."

Glancing over to Liri and Angel he adds, "Well, looks like someone had a good night." He grins.

Bastian nods to the man's bandaged hands and says, "Let me check on those tonight. If they're not healing I'll do what I can to ease the pain." He's not sure how much of that actually came out as real words though his mouthful of bacon and eggs.

Liri looks up at Eldon and returns his grin. "Yes, it was very relaxing" she answers, stretching sensually.