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"Well if they are important to someone they can gladly have them back. I am merely trying to keep them safe!" he will smile at Mira.

The server smiles and nods at Mira’s response, then pops his head past the swinging door to the kitchen before returning to his station behind the bar.

Well, I could use some bandages and stuff to re-stock… maybe some herbs too. Elsa says, pouring herself a cup of steaming tea and setting the pot nearer to Mira. As for silver blades, you’re right, our order isn’t allowed to use them or stabbing weapons… something to do with shedding blood too easily. I’ve seen maces and stuff with silver studs on them, though, so I don’t think it would be a problem… I wonder if a sling bullet could be made of silver… that’d probably be pretty expensive if it was solid, but maybe there is some other way… Do you know any blacksmiths that do silver work?

The Halfling takes a sip, and lets out a little ooh! as the tea is still hot. Setting it aside to cool, she inspects the vial since Pyros didn’t say she couldn’t. Holding it gingerly, she unstoppers it pointing the opening away from everyone. When nothing untoward happens, she first sniffs it, then dabs a bit on her finger before touching it lightly to her tongue. A few moments in thought and she brightens up. It’s a healing potion! She declares, placing it back in front of the Kender. Where do you get all this stuff? I just…wait… She pads her pouches and the small pockets sewn into her robes, before her eyes narrow at the diminutive rogue. I don’t suppose you’d happen to know where my bag of magical components is, hmm? She asks, with a slight edge to her voice.

[OOC: The bottle the healing potion is in does not look familiar to anyone present]

"Hrm. Well uh one moment! Pyros will run up to the room. Poke Cal a couple times to see if he is breathing. Then come back downstairs with the pouches or herbs.

"These?" he will say with a sheepish grin.

"Lady Bard, would you be so kind to teach me how to say 'Thank you' to these fine folks? This fine establishment seems to be able to allow for quite an enjoyable stay!

Cal seems to be breathing, but makes no response to the pokings. He had a pretty rough time yesterday, so he may need to sleep in a bit to recover.

Once he is back downstairs, he lays out two pouches and the small cluster of purple flowers. The halfling woman moves the flowers away first, That’s Monk’s Hood… it’s pretty, but don’t eat it, they’re poisonous. You should probably put it away before the food comes. She then inspects both pouches. This one looks like similar stuff... she says, setting it aside, but it's not for a priest... A quick peek inside the other and she nods. This one is mine... I can heal you up now Yasir, if you like. She turns to the Kender coolly, Anything else of mine you have squirreled away, my little chipmunk? Her tone is flat, but there is the barest hint of a smirk to her mouth.

[Ooc: nobody present recognizes the other pouch as theirs]

Pyros will stuff the flowers and pouch away for now.

TristenC wrote:... speaking of 'save or die'... you might check the game recruitment forum later today once I get my post up...

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"Hold on Pyros. Let me check that pouch." Mira says with an open hand, "And yes I can teach you some words, that's not an issue." She waits to see what he does, her own pouch wasn't missing, well at least she hoped it wasn't...

"Elsa, I know a man who can make silver weapons, we'll drop by later and take a look. Let' hope the wind dies down, I've never seen the wind this strong.."

(Sorry for any delay)

He will willingly hand over the pouch.

[Ooc: no worries, Jen. You guys are actually pretty quickly-paced ]

The pouch seems to be a normal mage's components pouch. While it is made for someone about Mira;s skill level, she can tell that it is not hers.

"If its Ok, I'll hold on to this, so i can return it to its rightful owner." So there was a mage nearby? Hmmm..

"Owner schmowner. As long as these interesting items stay safe." he will cheerfully say.
"No yelling and pointing here... much nicer than most places."

"I like it here, they have been so kind to me.." Mira replies putting the pouch on her belt. "Guilliam is a kind host, he has been lovely to me."

"I could be happy here." She adds with a little grin.

A few minutes later, the server heads into the kitchen and returns soon after carrying two plates of food. Just behind him Guilliam carries another pair. Setting them before the party, the younger man smiles and heads back to the kitchens. Guilliam waits for them to taste and see if they are pleased. The plates each consist of two eggs, several small links of dark, smoked sausages, some sauteed spinach with little bits of onion and bacon in it. The server returns with another plate bearing four small squares of fried dough, coated in a honey glaze. Again the younger man returns to the back.

The innkeep begins chatting with Mira a bit, Please, let me know how they find the food. Erris will be here this afternoon, she asks about you. Mira recalls seeing the inkeeps wife a couple of times. Usually she came down from Skald on the weekends for the festival. She was friendlier than most Kartakans, at least than they were before they got to know you. She was of an age with the stout inkeep and somewhat plain looking, but her ready smile made her seem quite pretty. She had heard that Erris ran another inn in Skald, which was why she was hardly ever about. Perhaps she will get to hear you play tomorrow night? She and I will be attending the festival this evening. He looks at the others, There I go babbling again, holding you up from your food. Eat! Eat! Just let me know how they like it.

Pyros will unceremoniously dig into the plate set in front of him.

"I'm sure they will love it, as you can see by my friend here." She motions to the Kender who was eating with aabandon. "Your food is always good." Patting his shoulder she pulls a chair out for Guilliam to join her. "Don't rush off, please, sit a moment."

"Of course I'm playing tomorrow, unless you have found someone to replace me." She says with a friendly nudge, "I love playing here, in fact I was just telling my friends here.. Your inn feels like home, like I belong." She could stay, what was there to go back to? She knew, there was a reason... "And I'd love to play for her, perhaps you could find some of her favourites for me, so I could play them? I owe you both a great deal, seeing you both happy would make me feel like I am.." She blushes, hiding her head. "I guess I would feel like I'm paying my way."

"I might seek to play tonight at the festival, I can't quite describe the feeling of playing there, its almost magical." With a twinkle in her eye she starts to eat, taking a bite from a sausage. "Delicious as always." She beams, eating slowly.

As she talks she translates some of what she says, hoping Guilliam will pick up the language, she plans to teach the inn keeper simple words in common to help everyone.