-----Gimplefwick then says, "I wonder if there'll be any o' those walkin' skeletons. That'd be a sight. I wonder if we could capture one of 'em. Think about it, we get back to Hearthorn and open up a sort of adventurin museum. We could go get that mummifed ogre we saw a few days back. Maybe this dragon's head. And we could put the animated skeleton in a big glass tube, where it could prance about and scare folk. A nice display of our captured weaponry. Too bad that flyin skull got away. Anyway, we could charge a silver piece fer admittance. I'm sure we could come up with all sorts o' displays from our adventures. People'd come from near and far to see it. We'd be richer than Joren. And we can always go out and get more stuff fer displays. Maybe we could even get one o' those skin-eating Eastern Sawoojian Bugtussle apes that Kazel is always talkin about. O' course we'd have to take its flensing knives away from it."
-----The Dread Pirate leans back in his chair, fingers interlaced behind his head, obviously thinking entrepreneurial thoughts. Dragons, undead, SilverGard all apparently forgotten for the moment.
-----As Dread seems to have settled in for a bit of reverie Seth decides to liberate his harp, which has been sorely neglected over the last few days. He carefully buckles up his pack and then thinks again and withdraws a small pouch. From it he hands Kazel and Dread two vials of liquid each. "The priest gave me these if you remember after the exploding priestess dirtied all of those self righteous paladins." He indicates one vial with a pinkish liquid. "This is a healing potion!" He now indicates the second one. "This is a vial of Holy Water. I guess we can use these on whatever Undead don't fall under control of the potion Abbar has kindly given us."
-----Seth nods to the bar keep. "My dear fellow, my companions require your best refreshments. My Lady might like some Xiling tea, whilst my piratical friend might enjoy some Zanyrian Rum, whilst I, myself would enjoy your finest Altorian Wine."
-----He now indicates the four mercenaries and addresses them, "I am sorry my fine friends, even though we have been through so much together I cannot even begin to pretend to know your preference of beverage, except perhaps our Dear Runik!"
-----He now turns back to the bar keep and demands, "Please bring my four friends here whatever they desire, oh and I guess you can give this shabby carpetbagger whatever he wants as well!" indicating Abbar. He then places a gold piece on the bar to hurry things along.
-----Seth sits down with his harp and begins to play a popular tune about a young halfling reprobate that manages to trick a dragon and steal from its horde of treasure.
-----"Trust leads two ways, my friend," Abbar quietly says to the Dread Pirate as the music begins to play. "Of course I will accompany you. I do this for Alum, however, once we are free to leave the town I need some money to carry me over to the next town. If we enter the place where the dead dwell and you do not survive, it would be wished your money would go to your family. I am not one to take advantage of the dead. Thus I offer to you to take one potion from me for twenty-five gold. You may pay the rest to me once the dead have been put to rest and you see that my word has worth to you. If you do use the potion, I shall buy it back from you."
-----The barkeep, looking a bit frazzled and undernourished, snaps at Seth. "Ey!" he shouts, "'Ow much do ye t'ink we canna carry in supplies in t'is town w'en supplies been cut off fer the last weeks? We be down ta mead n' ale n' t'at's be runnin' short too!"
-----Runik frowns and a growl escapes him as if he is ready to throttle the barkeep. He keeps his wits about him though as he shouts out, "Ale fer me!"
-----"Ale for me and Krord," replies Brandel turning his attention back to the conversation at the table. Marast glares at the barkeep and simply spits on the floor. The barkeep seeing the wood elf's defiant action backs down and diverts his eyes from the demi-human. He hurriedly gathers the drinks for those who have ordered.
-----"MUSIC?" someone suddenly angrily shouts from one of the far tables. As everyone turns, they see a man stand up. The man wears the tunic of a laborer but the expression on his face brings a moment of silence from all in the tavern. His curly black hair is unkempt and matted to his head. His eyes are red-rimmed and puffy. Though he clenches his teeth in anger, his eyes reveal sorrow. "I HAVE SEEN MY SON TAKEN FROM ME THIS DAY," the man loudly speaks glaring at Seth, "THERE IS NO MERCY! THERE IS NO JUSTICE! THERE ARE NO GODS! I DID NOT COME HERE TO LISTEN TO MUSIC!"
-----At another table a strong looking man with long brownish hair stares firmly at the rogues' party. His long sword hisses as it leaves its sheath.