Whazzup?

OK, all who wish to take an inn room do so, and pay one gold crown. Will this
include Greenbolt and Aardvarkin?

Regardless what happens, you find yourselves assembled at the common room,
where you sit down and take the time to discuss the situation over supper. All
of you eat heartily, whether it be from the innkeeper's much-improved stew, or
your own supply of iron rations. All of you, except Malcolm, that is, who is
only strong enough to drink some water and swallow a few spoonfuls of broth.

While you're eating, Borack takes a few minutes to memorize a spell. Carideth
and Ivan busy themselves with the cat. Unfortunately, it seems that whenever
the gladiator attempts to touch Chester, he disappears. So far Carideth seems
to be the only one who can touch the cat. Perhaps the rest of you would care
to try sometime? 
There doesn't seem to be anything of major importance in the tavern tonight. A
couple of villagers approach you now and then asking if you found anything,
but you don't have much to say, and soon, they abandon you as a source of news
or entertainment. A couple of people are able to direct you to the alchemist's
house, which, they say, is just behind her shop. Eager to find a cure for
Malcolm with this new-found information, you quickly finish up your supper and
rush over to her home.

A few moments later, the six of you arrive at her house, and knock politely at
her door. There is no response, so next time you knock a little louder. Soon,
the door swings open and a middle-aged lady with black hair and a tight-drawn
face opens the door and peers out at you. "Yes? What would you like?" she
asks, more than a little annoyed when she sees an entire troupe of adventurers
at her doorstep.

"Forgive the intrusion, milady, but we were wondering if you could perhaps
give us your services.. you see," begins Carideth.

"Sorry, the shop's closed. I don't sell after hours," she snaps, and begins to
close the door.

"Wait! It's an emergency!" protests Ivan. "Our priest has been poisoned, and
he desperately needs a cure! We have no idea how long he will last."

The woman's eyes suddenly narrow, and a thin smile grows on her gaunt face.
"Certainly. But I'm afraid I'll have to charge you, uh, twenty silver pieces
for this inconvenience. Otherwise, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

A few of you make an attempt to protest and bargain with her, but she
steadfastly refuses to lower this cover charge. "I'm sure the life of your
comrade is worth at least the meager sum of twenty silvers that I ask of you,"
she reasons.

Will you pay? And also, how much of the weapons did you sell? And more
importantly, what was the signature on the note that Carideth left with the
slavers? (I really need to know this.. let's decide on a name NOW, please..)

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