Stephen
*A specific EinEin could be found arm wrestling some men on in the bar... Winning all of them... I assume that traits like her's are pretty rare. She also has a few new goodies! A bow... A quiver... And bow food- i mean ARROWS! 

She is very strong...*
Candida
*Theron, having arrived in the inn, watched his ally arm wrestling some random men she probably just inadvertently challenged. He shrugged, deciding to just sit at the table and watch... He didn't have much to do at the moment, since it was a few hours to dusk last he had seen the sun.*

"So, what'd you been up to during the time I was away?"
Stephen
"Well... I've been drinking some... Bought a bow... And stuff"

*She's obviously a teensy bit drunk... She is, of course, flustered. That tends to be a running thing about drunk humans. But that doesn't take away from the fact that she is extraordinarily strong. A bit too strong for the small and delicate frame she has.*

"That and doing this strange hand shake with the strongmen in this inn... Is it normal for the man to let the woman do the hand shaking?"

*She very well knew that this wasn't a hand shake... And she also very well knew that she was insulting their strength. Her voice was easy to read.*
Candida
"... I suppose they just want you to feel important. They'd just go ahead and take over if they weren't considering what you'd like to do."

*Theron decided that if she was somehow having fun in this, he'd might as well play along and let her enjoy herself... Ensuring the men that had been getting throttled heard him.*
Stephen
"Oi oi...? I forgot what I was going to say... I need more beer. Maybe some sleep... Or both! Beer sleep... That sounds like death to me" 

*She's... Much more babbly when she's drunk... This is probably why she doesn't have many friends... There was a few moments of her finishing off the men... And they all went back to their places.. And she was all alone... With a few empty beer pints*
Candida
"If you feel that you've had enough, you should go rest up. We're going to New Salvainia right? It'll take quite the number of days to end back up there."

*Theron looked over the pints guessing she was somehow... Drunk? There wasn't much change in her personality that he could tell, but maybe the differences were hidden cause she knew how to hold her liquor?*
Stephen
*She was also... Making a few random noises and... Mumbling under her breath about something that has to do with... A Val being mean? Oh well. Nothing to note. Bit she was very obstinate about not drinking*

"Come onnnn! You're not me dad... I have beer... Beer helps with travels! Hehe unless you don't like beer then I will force you to drink some!"
Candida
"I've had beer before, I just don't like the aches you get the night after... It also messes with my senses."

*Theron sighed, sprawling out against the table and watching the embers of Ein's wit being snuffed out before him... It was almost tear jerking. She doesn't have much to her name, after all.*
Stephen
*Hey! Insulting! She has her swordsmanship to her name! She is a really good one for what she is*

"Fine. No more alcohol... But... Maybe a single pint for you? Great soother. It's a single pint! Nothing too bad right? Unless... You're a LIGHT weight!"
Candida
"Does that really matter?... I probably am one anyway, as I can't recall when I've last drank beer. Go to bed and don't use silver that you'll regret not having later."

*Theron was sliding his finger along the lip of one of the empty glasses, staring into his drunken friend's eyes.*
Stephen
*Drooopppyyyy. She looks like she's about to pull the cliché- oop she just did. How did she fall asleep while sitting? The power of being a human and drunk, whilst being somewhat of a lightweight but drinks anyways. She won't be having a good morning... *
Candida
*Theron stared at her for about a minute, till realizing she was most likely asleep... Of course this would happen. Now he had the choice to drag her into her bed or just leave her here for bringing this upon themselves...*

*After giving it some thought ~~and the owner of the inn refusing to give him a refund~~, he decided that he would not waste ten silver for an empty room. This woman will be put onto the bed in a uncomfortable position as payment for his effort.*
Stephen
*Oh well, she's never comfortable! The forest isn't the comfy place to sleep! Especially when things like to bite! But anyways... She was konked out and probably not able to do much...*
Candida
*Theron would begin the possibly discomforting process of dragging her into her assigned room for the night. It wasn't too far, but he didn't want to inconvenience himself and hurt his back somehow... So he wrapped his arms around her chest and begun to drag her away ~~while absolutely no one questioned what he was doing~~.*
Stephen
*Lucky for him, she was either extremely flat and bony, or she was still wearing a cuirass. Oh it's cold... That's her cuirass. Explains... That metalic feeling and... Metalic feeling. She wasn't exactly the lightest since... Her whole kit probably weighed over 40lbs... On top of her current weight. Oh well, at least she didn't smell too much of alcohol and more just berries. 

Snooze snooze snooze*
Candida
*Now that she was in her room, he just up and flopped her into bed. Deciding to be somewhat courteous, he would pull her legs up off the floor and tuck her into bed as well. Good enough.*

*He then went to his own room to sleep and enjoy the stay in a bed... It was nice to have these things every now and then. They would be heading back to New Salvainia as well, so at least he could see how Syele was doing... Although he would come back with little progress made on extra silver to be saved away.*
Stephen
*Meanwhile... She's be there slaving away to find another job... Maybe... A job that involves damaging thing's abilities to live! Hmmm but... Where would she find such a thing!? Probably some quest board out there... 

Off to sleep she goes... Probably going to wake up absolutely dead and tired and... Groggy and... Pathetic. There are pros and cons of the drunk!*
Billy
*While the two were upstairs in the dead of night, Morwé entered the tavern with several hooded men. The place fell quiet as they appeared, and as they did, no one moved. The gathering of mysterious hooded figures made their way to the far end of the tavern, and onto the basement dwelling. After giving an affirming nod to the Tavern keeper and the Tavern maids, Morwé saluted them in thanks. He then faded into the dark basement, fading into the faint whispering down below.*
Stephen
*A specific EinEin could have been seen... Walking, rather slipping, down the stairs. She looks very fatigued... And... Well, not good. Her eyes have the baggy bag bags and her posture isn't great. 
She just overall looks like she hasn't slept in years.

She made an order for something... Milky and... Oily. She feels that helps with her hangovers. She has those a lot so she has time to test different ways of doing it*