Fréa glanced back at Archim as he heard his brother carrying on to the others about the joys of ale and a soft bed. He grudgingly sat down at the table and raised up the pint that the serving maid had set down there. As far as he was concerned, an evening spent on quaffing ale and eyeballing wenches was just a few hours lost from the need to find Brytta as quickly as they could.
Still, they had to find somewhere to sleep for the night and, more importantly, he could do some talking with the locals to see if they could provide any clue as to the whereabouts of the missing travelers. He shot a friendly glance at Archim and grinned, "Alright, for tonight you call the shots. Just make sure you don't drink yourself under the table! We have to be leaving right after sunrise, and I don't want anyone lying in bed and groaning about how their head hurts. So enjoy yourself, but take it easy."
With that, Fréa turned away to go talk to some of the villagers who were just wandering in after their day's work, while Archim and the others began scavanging the Inn in search of gaming and entertainment.
[ August 17, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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