Jennifer
*After finishing the business with the shroommen, Sivne went back to the room and dropped into bed, immidiately undoing her armour and tossing it onto the usual pile.* "Mkf. I don't like charity."
Steve
Ildi followed Sivne and presumably the others up until they were entering rooms, at that point realizing she ought to buy her own room. "Well, it's not necessarily charity. There will be loot, I presume... I'll need to get a room for the night, but I'll also have a drink. Would any of you like to join me?"
Norma
"We have a house we've been staying at, if you want to stay there with us. Also, Ildi, do you speak Hasaapian? That's the tongue we usually speak, especially when we're in town."
Jennifer
"Just stay in one of our rooms." *Sivne said with a grunt, stretching as she got out of her armour. She scratched the back of her neck.* "I'll go for a drink in a bit."
Philip
*The Beastkin woman arrived back at their inn, and soon found her way back to her room. There, she quickly took off her own armor and set aside the crossbow.* "Hmm... We'll need to get some supplies at some point." *She idly commented.*
Steve
"Oh, share a room? I'd be very glad to save some money, so yes, if any of you are willing... No, I don't speak Hasaapian though. Merely Common and Menti." 

Ildi was quite ready to drink, and rested her lance down in Sivne's room for now.
Jennifer
"You can share with me if you want, I don't care. Or cuddle Sonja at night, she'd like that." *Sivne said with a grin as she looked at Sonja. She stood up and pat herself down, grabbing a bar of soap from her backpack.* "I'm going to clean up then join you for drinks. Mmh.."
Philip
*Sonja looked like she had been about to say something else when Sivne make their playful remark. The brawny bear woman shot her comrade a icy glare, though didn't protest or object. Her eventual reply was one of indifference.* "...Double up with whomever you like. Money saved on rooms means more supplies for the future."
Steve
"I see... I think my best chance of getting sleep might be with you, Sivne, but it seems as if it would be cramped between the two of us. Either way, I'll be in the tavern, and we can sort this later, no?" Ildi went towards the door, looking between the two before heading down to the inn.
Jennifer
*Sivne shrugged, it didn't bother her anyway, though wasn't entirely sure why she'd sleep better with her in perticular. As they went for the inn Sivne went off to the river to go and clean herself off, joining them later.*
Philip
It seemed things were settled then. Sonja went about more properly stowing her weapons, notably leaning off the blades used by the mushroom people, before eventually venturing down to perhaps get a drink with the others.*
Jennifer
*Sivne would eventually head into the inn, grab a beer and move to sit down at the table she's practically claimed for the group.*
Steve
By the time the two were down, Ildi had already gotten herself two mugs, one of which was empty. The other was in her hand, and she sipped as she watched them come down and gave a small wave.
Philip
The bear woman gave Ildi a nod in return and, after acquiring a beer of her own, went to sit at the table Sivne had claimed for them. She motioned for Ildi to follow, figuring there was no point in anyone sitting alone. They were a team now, after all.
Jennifer
*She was sat down on the sturdiest chair in the room and took a big swig right away, wiping her mouth with her sleeve after.* "Mmh. That frog seemed dumber than normal. Can't wait to kill goblins again."
Philip
Sonja nodded in agreement as she took a far swig of her own drink. "It... Appeared oblivious to the fact we were attacking it..." The Ursinoid shook her head. Perhaps it had brain damage or something. "At any rate, it seems spiders are next."
Steve
Ildi walked over to the two and sat down, sipping away at her beer as if without stopping. "The frog... That was embarrassing. I'll do better with the spiders, though."
Jennifer
"You're new. Mmh. You just need training. I wasn't watching you to see how skilled you are, what I care about is your willingness to fight." *She drank more beer.* "Gear needs an upgrade.. Mmpfh. Do you even have any potions?" *She asked with a grunt.*
Philip
At the remarks from Sivne, she nodded in agreement. Frankly, Sonja wasn't sure she would have been able to take the giant frog down solo either. "We should definitely pick some but before we venture against those spiders... The Mushroom men want us to clear out an entire nest alongside them."
Steve
"I'll continue to fight, of course. This is a living, after all." She put down her mug, and then doing some accounting in her head, she shook her head. "No, I have no potions, so I'll have to get some too. I can cast healing magic, so that shouldn't be too urgent, but what else..."
Jennifer
"Melee training first thing tomorrow morning. I'll show you how to parry and counter attack properly." *She stated, and wasn't going to take no for an answer.* "I don't know whats special about these spiders, luckily dumb insects won't try to pick my shield up and run off."
Steve
"Training, mmm... Where did you two learn to fight? And any magic, if you know it."
Philip
"Melee will be important, especially in the close quarters of a tunnel." Sonja idly remarked. "...I was trained how to hunt and fight by my tribe. I don't use magic—bar that little trick I used to communicate with the Shroomen." She explained with a small nod.
Jennifer
*She let out a grunt.* "Are you asking for a location or for war stories? Bah. I'm from the federation, used to run with a warband from my tribe. We lived on the border, mostly fought off local raids, did some light banditry, trafficked slaves, mmh, the usual. Was a freelance mercenary before I met Sonja and Carlyn."
Steve
"I see, so both of you just from experience. Now you're a group. That works well. I once had a sparring teacher but was taught magic as a child. There was a point where I... Couldn't, so I started adventuring."
Jennifer
"We all start somewhere." *Sivne was a little surprised that her casually stating her part in the slave trade was glossed over, funny that.* "I can't help you with magic, but I can whip you into shape for hand to hand combat. Mmh. You'll get there."
Steve
"Hand to hand seems quite intimidating. You do mean with a weapon, yes?" She tilted her head at Sivne, as there was no way someone of her posture could reach Sivne's level.
Jennifer
"You don't need to know how to wrestle. But mmhm, with a weapon." *She nodded.*
Philip
Sonja seemed to go quiet. She took another drink from her mug of beer, pondering over the information she had obtained. "...You ought to have some recourse if an enemy gets too close for your liking."
Steve
"Regardless, Sivne, thank you." Ildi looked to Sonja, giving a shrug. "True as that may be, a small knife is still sharp enough for me to have confidence in it."
Jennifer
*She nodded and raised her mug, taking a swig.* "Need a good hammer too, something to break skulls open."
Philip
The Beastkin nodded and shrugged at Ildi's comment. She understood where they were coming from. But even so. "It doesn't hurt to get a little extra practice. Could mean the difference between life and death if it comes to that."
Steve
"What could you want in someone else's skull? Their brain?" She finished off the remainder of her drink, waving the bartender for a refill. "I suppose your right. Although, anyone would be above me in fists."
Jennifer
"Crack it open, drink from it." *She finished off her drink and called over one for herself.* "Mmh.. So, Silnarian, where are you from?"
Philip
Sonja continued so sip her beer idly, somewhat amused at the rapid rate at which the new gal seemed to consuming drink. "...And do you have a name?" Sonja added, now realizing she didn't know if.
Norma
Somewhere in the meantime, Carlyn had head back to the house. She was practicing, as per usual, but strangely it wasn't her flute. She was reviewing some new defensive ordinations she'd been working on. It was ways to protect herself, sure, but more importantly her allies. Frontrunner fighters who battled on the foreground of any situation, charging headlong into combat with a will to protect and the nerve to die trying. The ``Vanguard``, who'd so bravely risk life and limb to protect their allies - provided an enemy could even break one's defense enough to do such a thing. It inspired her, like a dog protecting its master, to perfect such techniques with ruthless studying and practice. 

She hadn't accompanied her party because she wasn't fond of drinking, despite being a Brewer. It wasn't the taste, or even the buzz. Like most people, she was quite fond of both. It was the after-effects the following morning that she disdained. Thus, she avoided drinking when she could.
Steve
"Ah... That's an acquired taste." Ildi had nothing else to say, she felt, that wouldn't offend Sivne. She was ready for the slave trade, not for brain drinking. "Where I'm from?" She hesitated for a moment, before responding: "Iluot. And my apologies, I thought I introduced myself earlier. I'm Ildilnytra. And what was your name?"