As Vargon engaged the scoundrel, Irian took note of the surrounding landscape, then shrugged off her pack and dug out some of her bread rolls. "We have no coin among us, otherwise why would we be walking instead of riding on this road?" [bluff check, please] "However, I do have some f...

Releasing the mental exercises that relaxes her during trance, Irian glanced towards Vargon as he kept watch. Her turn to stand watch was soon, but she would wait for him to signal her, rather than insist he return to his rest before he was ready.

Smiling inwardly, Irian quietly left Vargon's side, went over to her own bedroll and stared up at the moon and stars. The pale illumination of starlight beyond the fire on the plains beckoned her to come dance and play, but she wished not to make Xavier's watch more difficult. Looking over towards t...

Accepting the rogue's dismissal with as much grace as she could muster, Irian offered the last scraps of streudel to Brother Charn. He's barely more than a boy himself. Let him indulge if he wants... Settling down next to Vargon, she turned and spoke quietly to him. "Promise me you will take yo...

[Am assuming we stop from dusk to an hour or so after dawn. Irian will plan on entering trance from about 10:00 pm until 2:00 am, and will take watch from there for however long we set watch so the humans may have a more complete rest.] Irian hummed happily to herself as she scavanged about for dryw...

[agreed]

[I don't know if Charn or Caamora have joined us yet, otherwise I would ask Charn to go with me to the mayor, as he is the one who saw the end of the battle]

"He needs to be warned about the second weretiger/large being, at least. He may believe all is safe, with the body of the sheriff found, if Roger told him the sheriff was a weretiger. Roger may not have spoken to him since hearing Brother Charn's description of what happened. "I, for one, ...

"Before we leave...

"Who informed the mayor about what happened with the weretigers?"

My assumption is I am to stay right behind Vargon, per usual.
But, in this I am uncertain. So, let the rest of the party decide.

[ooc] Vargon. I knew what you were implying. [/ooc]

Putting away her silver, Irian thanks the baker and carefully stores the rolls, meat pies, and the streudel. Returning to her friends, she signaled she was ready to depart when they were.

Irian takes out 2 gold pieces to pay for her purchases, and offers 1 silver more.

"Do you have a way to wrap them especially for travel? I know not to eat them after three days. But, sometimes different wrapping can keep the flavor fresher for the length of time the food lasts."

"Do you have different kinds? Perhaps some with different fruits baked in? Or made from a variety of wheat? I would like to offer some to my fellow travelers, as well for a treat. "Also, do you have any meat pies I could pack for tonight's meal for the group? Something fresh and tasty that...

Irian enters the shop, and is bombarded with the aromas of freshly baked goods. The shelves overflow with enticing treats. But she needs something easily transportable and hearty. Walking to the counter she scans the loaves and rolls while waiting for a clerk, or the proprietor, to notice her.

The smell of a new day's baking drifting over towards them, Irian shakes her head. I must be a little more disoriented from being knocked out than I thought. Gerald's is not here in Tethil, she thinks to herself. But whatever is making that aroma smells incredibly good! "I think I may check out...

[oops...

Is there an adventuring shop in Tethil?]

Irian drew her hand back, seeing the fighter's embarrassment and wondering at his discomfort. While Vargon refused to be released from his agreement with her father, she saw the difference in his attitude regarding his duties. He didn't respond as she had hoped, but... Turning back towards the path,...

Irian stopped. Her instinct was to lash out. "Make worse what is already hard???" What the hell does that mean? Then she gazed into the fighter's eyes, and saw he was not belittling her. She saw...concern. She saw...dedication to an agreement. She saw...determination. ...and maybe, just ma...

[ooc]do Healers customarily offer their services for free? are we indebted in anyway to the apothecary for his treatment of us?[/ooc] Breathing deeply in the fresh air, and dancing a little in the sunlight, Irian heads to the smith's to follow up on her longbow and finalize her transaction of sellin...

"I shall then only speak for me, and Vargon may speak for himself. I choose to travel the road to the capital, and beyond if need be, with you."