2. New day to start

With conflicted feelings Davros sits behind one of the tables in the inn slowly eating some porridge with apples and a piece of bread. From moment to moment his brow nervously twitches, giving away that he's lost in thought. On one hand, the half elf is concerned about the lack of interest in herbs, on another, he's glad that he didn't have anything to sell in the first place. Trying not to concentrate on it his eyes begin to scan the room. Stopping for a fleeting moment on a group of unknown sleepy patrons, the equally sleepy barman, and the joyfully running children behind the widely open door, that lets the morning air inside of the hall. Davros has always been lucky in this case, he sleeps way less than the rest, it often gives him the time to think, analyze and contemplate within himself, resulting in his calm attitude.

The situation got him thinking about his health and the more than likely probability that this village does not house a doctor... Not to mention an Alchemist. They usually have a ready list with needed herbs... On the other hand, he can probably earn some income if he gathers the herbs and remembers the recipes himself ...I guess that the nun at the orphanage was right... I really should have practiced more diligently. he sigh's as he looks at his packed bags, ready for the outing. Hmm... What should I bring as the offering to the forest mother...

Selbi had an uneventful night yesterday and a quickly finished breakfast this morning. The gnome now has her nose buried in a book, elbows propped on the table.

She mumbles to herself as she reads, oblivious to the rest of the room. "...forty feet away... with the right side... a loud shout..."

Having spent the rest of yesterday walking around town and getting his bearings, Spraint enjoys his first "civilized" breakfast in quite a while. He eats quickly (as is his habit) and alone, as he doesn't know, and therefore trust, the others. Not yet, anyway. Thank the gods they appear capable, not like the last group.

With all his gear ready and prepped for battle, Garrosh enjoys a hearty breakfast that will give him the energy for a nice day full of killing and plundering raiders.

When the party assembles after breakfast, Spraint says "Let’s follow the caravan route. May Arvoreen watch over us."

Davros happy that someone is up to taking charge in the situation nods Alright, ill try to keep a lookout. in case we wander across an ambush, or worse - boars. he visibly shudders before he begins to looks around. Picking up some greens along the way as he walks.

Garrosh just grunts and nods, still chewing on a piece of jerky.

Selbi keeps to the center of the group as they move, wand in hand as she swivels her head around to watch the surroundings. The wand is intricately carved, made from some sort of long-dead hardwood and a small chip of amber embedded in the bottom end.

"Boars, worse than an ambushing from those bandits?"

The ranger nods while putting a plant in his pocket, it looks like a purple three leaf clover. Yes, Bandits, for one fear for their own lives and only really want our belongings.... the boar... well.. they lack the concept of money and see you as a threat, especially if they're with piglets. Usually boar are pretty headstrong about protecting their territory and young. Its almost as bad as meeting a moose up close.

Nora walks over and says as she sees the party is nearly done with breakfast, "Will that be all."

"Thanks, but I think we're good. Say, do you know of any caravans headed out this morning? We don't want to be in their way, or worse yet, stuck behind a bunch of slow-moving wagons."

rpgventurer. Never considered the point. But any such tipping per say is covered under your life style as long as it doesn't have other purposes.

Nora says as she walks away, "I really have no idea. Guess you need to head out there to find out.

Takes a big stretch at the table after eating her fill

"Sounds good to me! Can't wait to see what these raiders are like! Gonna get changed before we go."

She hops up excitedly before jogging off, lightly shadow boxing as she heads back to her room. She makes it an point and effort to rejoin the group as quickly as she can.

"Following the trail seems to be the best way to find the bandits. I wish I had more information about those cultists. Knowing your enemy is important to defeating them."

Well it will rob you of the ability to get the jump, and I don't want to be the first one to be stabbed... I am a forester not a road patrol or a guardsman, I don't know how to fight in an open field or road, especially when the enemy I aware of my intentions... The half-elf laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"We gotta take the road though or we risk missing the spot of the last attack, don't we? Or ye think we'd able to find it even if we take a path near the road instead of on it instead?" Asks Garrosh

"Getting stabbed aint the worst thing! You can hide behind me if ya want, would love to get a good look at'em before we run them down"

"Do the bandits and cultists know someone's going after them? Could pose as regular travellers, ripe targets for robbery. Comply for a few seconds to get up close before surprising them." The gnome frowns. "Then again, with how people have gone missing..."