1:3:1: Laryiem, Jhya, Wynn
At the House of Joy...
“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”
-Nikopal Endozah, Philosopher, Khenzil keep
It had been a long night, and rest was welcome for the weary travellers. Some turned with frightening visions of grisly reminders, others slack jawed and drooling, completely unreachable in their exhaustion.
Laryiem was stirred first as the kitchen seemed to come to life in the early afternoon. The girls wandered around cleaning up, washing themselves and cooking some breakfast. It seemed the night's clientele had vanished while she was asleep.
Dice Roll: 3d6
d6 Results: 2, 2, 1 (Total = 5)
The girls seemed to avoid Laryiem, their reaction to her seemed to be as if she was some new cat on the premises, potentially more competition, none of them offered her any assistance or food, a couple seemingly made catty comments about her that were just beyond her ears. As Laryiem rose to her feet and got her bearings she noticed firstly that Kef was gone, and secondly that the gray haired man from before was now passed out in the pantry were Kimly had been sleeping previously. He didn't seem to notice the noise of the house enough to let it interrupt his sleep and the girls politely stepped around him and kept hushed in the kitchen. Laryiem noted her side hurt terribly, her back was sore and she wasn't particularly rested.
Jhya and Wynn had found a room upstairs. Wynn had taken the bed and Jhya tried to sleep, or meditate but found that he couldn't at first... as the sun crept up higher though, he found himself drawn to it, and much to Wynn's dismay Jhya opened the shutters and was finally able to get to rest while meditating cross legged in the light of the sun. Wynn put the other pillow over his head and hoped the filthy room didn't have rats.
Jhya awoke first, completely refreshed and revitalized, feeling the sun's warm glow inside of him, easing his mood considerably in spite of the horrors of the night before. As he rose, he even noticed a bit of spring in his step.
ooc: It is 4pm roughly and the air is cold, with a biting draft. A light snow is on the ground.