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Bastian stomps down the stairs with a huge smile on his face, dressed in his armor and tabard, and carrying his staff capped in a bronze sheaf of wheat. He strides by the bards table and gives them a nod and wave while walking directly to the bar. "Matron! I smell some of the best food this side of the Dale! May I bother you for some hot bacon and some warm bread?" He says, winking at the bartender.

Elias comes down from upstairs, dressed, each bit of his equipment in its place. His armor is hardly noticeable beneath his vest and cloak.

He sets his backpack down next to Angel's table and goes to the bar to order some breakfast.

Papa appears in full armor as usual. The symbol of Cronus glints on his metal-clad chest. He has his usual serious and otherwise blank expression on.

He nods at what Bastian said, "And another for me. I, too, would eat."

Daos returns that morning looking still fairly tired. He apparently did not sleep very well. There are dark circles under his eyes. Running a hand through his hair and yawning, he sits down at the bar. "I require some tea," he says simply to the bartender. "Breakfast, as well. Whatever you have available will suffice, I'm sure."

Realising nothing will be said Angel rises to her feet, places her pack next to Elias's.
She steps to the bar discretely...

"Don't look", part of her screams she almost glances and the Bard, instead she takes a look out of the corner of her eye.

Reaching the bar she approaches the barlady "I would like some breakfast please, something light if you can." rather sheepishly she stays standing, her eyes fixed on her pack. She would have to Check on Praesul soon.

As the group gathers around him at the bar, Bastian decides to cause some trouble. "Hey there warrior woman! Still dreaming of the bard's songs from last night?" He says a little too loudly, albeit with a HUGE grin on his face.

Elias, as discretely as possible, elbows Bastian from behind, and gives him a sharp look.

Be nice, his eyes seem to say.

Angel frowns, her face starts to flush crimson but she fights it. No I will not let him see me like this

She swings herself around sharply, the hilt of her sword accidently striking Bastian..

"My behavior last night was.... unlike me. If I offended anyone i apologise"

She turns to the Bar Lady "I will have some bacon, between some bread, if that acceptable, and some water" With that she returns to the table, once again nudging into the Cleric. Saying nothing she walks away.

Breakfast is served. Fraso sleeps in, unfortunately, putting you behind schedule yet again.

About midway through your meal, the bard and her companions pick up and leave the place.

Fraso shows up, yawning and stretching, shortly after the rest of you have finished your breakfast and orders a meal of his own. Hiric, looking grumpy, heads out to see to the horses and to get them hitched to the wagon, with Salia in tow.

After Fraso has finished his meal, he rises saying: "Shall we?" and heads for the door.

Having long since finished his breakfast and tea, and feeling a bit better, Daos merely nods his consent to Fraso and follows him out the door. He glances at the necromancer's various bodyguards, wondering if any of them will give him any trouble like the female had the night before.

Angel finishes her bacon in silence, she rises as Fraso exits the inn.

Catching Daos before he leaves she raises a hand to him, "Are you coming with us? If so, we meet at the wagon in five minutes, if you have anything to collect, do it now. That goes for the rest of you too."

Saying nothing else she heads to the Stables and collects Praesul.

"I am. Master Fraso invited me," he explains. "I have all that I need. I travel light," the wizard said.

Assuming nobody else stops him, he heads to the wagon to await their departure.

As she heads outside Angel will nod to Fraso and the others, collect her horse, and saddle him up as she makes the journey back to the wagon.
Once there she will spend a short time grooming the horse before preparing to leave.

Papa eats quickly, pays for his meal, then goes outside following the emaciated elf.

He sits beside him on the wagon and says. "Greetings. I didn't get to talk to you yesterday evening. My name is Quadratus. Mercs call me Papa. You can use either name."

"You are, I take it, an associate and colleague of Luvitius Fraso?" Papa's own profession is clear; the symbol of Cronus glints on his chest, though it is not as clear what a cleric of Cronus is doing being a mercenary.

Elias joins the others outside after breakfast, and gets his things ready to go.