[b][i](in response to Robert)[/i][/b]

Disinterestedly, the Captain nodded at Robert's request with a placating wave.

"Yes, yes, do as you deem necessary. Sir Hollister can fill you in on the details of the supplies." The Captain gestured toward a shrewd-looking man in the corner, with tufts of whitening hair and beard jutting from his face in a way that dared to suggest fashion. Sir Hollister's lips parted with the gleam of a smile that was perhaps one touch too gleeful.

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[b][i](in response to Sonia / Jean)[/i][/b]

Captain Greystone was about to address Sonia's latest inquiry, when Jean answered for him, saving him a few precious breaths.

"Indeed, the local tavern would be my recommendation for staying overnight." He commented.

Surveying the room, the Captain did a quick tally of the attendance.

"...I suppose there are also a few vacant spaces here in the village hall, which one could squat in for a night. Just don't expect any comforts here. And [i]don't[/i] go snooping around in official areas." He gave the group a severe look.

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[b][i](in response to Kaelara)[/i][/b]

At the tavern's bar, Kaelara was greeted by the bartender - a scrawny young man of light complexion and modest height behind the counter. He had wavy brown hair and wide brown eyes that watched Kaelara approach with equal parts caution and curiosity.

"Uh, h-hello!…" He uttered, momentarily forgetting how to give a proper welcome. Most of the usual patrons were locals whom he knew by name, and it had been a long while since a stranger had shown up at the bar.

"Uh, w-welcome to the– the uh, th-the Whistling Reed! H-how may I help you?" He managed a smile, struggling to get a grip on his nervousness.