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Finding the conditions at the trading post even more distasteful with the influx of people, Mallory returned to the house she had been using as her own personal lodging. The owners of the house were hesitant, but after having been offered the option of lead, the silver she came with this time made them much more pliant and eager to please. The people were nice enough; not too old to be infirm, not too young to be impetuous or try anything they might regret. They even began teaching her how to cook, on Mallory's urging. She spent most of her time studying and honing her craft, eager to stay away from the smelly, uncouth other party.
On occasion she would go to the post, looking for Jaared and telling anyone who'd listen of her singular exploits, embellished for dramatic effect. During one of her storytelling sessions, she heard of the paladin's death, which confused her; she didn't remember there being a paladin in the first place. The closest thing she could think of was the padre; after a check-in session that was in no way panicked or near hysterical, she knew it wasn't his life that had been lost. Once that was cleared up, she found it hard to care. If she were with the other group, it may have been different; heavens know she nearly went to the brink when Jaared was merely knocked out. A thought comforted her, if mister Jaared were to fall, she would do her very best to ensure that who or whatever did the deed would be next.
Time passed with such drudgery to the point that when Jaared made plans for more exploring, she was chomping at the bit. In fact, that night she snuck into his room, eager to talk strategy.
injured and tired, but otherwise is fine, he keep silent for the most part. Noticing the small barbarian and his demeanor Missoi is just glad it wasn't him this time, but worries thinking how to get rid of this curse.
Magnolia is still passed out on one of the benches, Dog at his feet, Henry is nowhere to be seen but is likely getting ready for the expedition.
Itomo had a decent conversation with Oleg and Brunhilde regarding the need for expansion, Brunhilde took it upon her to plan such an expansion, Oleg wasn't sure why itomo wanted to sleep in the barn, as it was it was already packed with pack animals and the guest house had ample space for all of them, a bit more now that Vortek was not among you... but, if he was set on it he wouldn't deny him.
Zarina took a long bath at the Leveton house it was simple but it was bliss, Svetlana had some scented oil that made it seem like a grand experience. Svetlana took the opportunity to chat a bit with Zarina confiding that Oleg had been under a lot of stress lately
Willem is happy to see that not all of the green liquor was spent by the drunken duo, they seemed to prefer the regular stuff, the sweet taste of this type of alcohol didn't sit well with Skapti who preferred salty drinks.
It was really hard to read Jaared's face the next day, though Mallory's playful smile and good humor was strange indeed.
Both Denayth and Jarili approached the strange priest, three different faiths in the same place just begged for a debate, or at least friendly chatter.