Landin woke with a start, sitting bolt upright. What was that noise? Were the others coming to pay him another of their nighttime visits? He thought he had cured them of that when he broke Anir's arm, but...
The train of thought was interrupted when the unfamiliar surroundings registered in Landin's disoriented mind. All at once realization came crashing back down on him, and he checked for Kaliska. The empty bedroll gave him a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yes, the strange girl was almost insufferably annoying, but now that Landin was gone from the monastery she was all he had left. Even her uncomfortable company was better than being alone against the road... if only just barely.
With a sigh Landin lugged himself to his feet, quickly dressed himself in his traveling clothes and strapped his ornate mace to his belt. Knowing her Kaliska was either in trouble, or she was about to cause trouble. Either way he thought he should try and find her and defuse the situation.
When he entered the common room, Landin immediately tensed. He had told Kaliska to keep a low profile, and here she was bouncing up and down in her chair in front of all sorts of sinister looking people. Landin's arm twitched unconsciously toward his mace when he caught sight of the huge woman that dwarfed a table just a few yards away. The woman seemed to be minding her own business, but Landin fixed her with a menacing glare just to be sure. Landin didn't want to fight, but experience taught him that showing weakness or deference in front of such a strong opponent was asking for trouble.
His eyes swept over the singer writing near the fire. Great, the man's tongue probably never stopped wagging. It was unlikely that he would find Landin and his traveling partner interesting enough to talk about, but they still weren't far enough away from the monastery for him to feel comfortable.
Lastly Landin took in the elf. She was sitting close to the singer, but the silver hair plastered to her forehead and slumped posture made it clear that she was seeking the fire's warmth rather than company.
Feeling satisfied that there were no immediate threats, Landin moved to sit next to Kaliska. The mischievous girl was sipping on a mug of spiced cider while looking over the common room. Her eyes were turned toward the fire, but her attention didn't seem to be focused on anything. Landin was relieved to see her keeping a low profile, but at the same time he could feel a sort of exhausted tension to the room, and this kept him on edge. No trouble yet, and hopefully it would stay that way. The cleric knew full well however that trouble seemed to be attracted to Kaliska like moths to a flame, and Pelor help him if the girl got bored.