Vivian
Ves woke late and alone. She had slept quite soundly and upon waking, wondered if Björn had even made it to bed. He hadn't woken her, but she could smell his scent and the spot beside her in the bed had obviously been slept in. Sitting up, Ves looked around the spacious room. Her dress was folded neatly in the chair - another sign of Björn's presence. She smiled warmly. It was amazing to her that such simple things could mean so much to her lover. It had never occurred to Ves to teach Björn the simple act of folding clothes and yet the Goliath seemed to find pleasure in the act.

Spotting the parchment, Ves slid from bed to retrieve it. She grinned a little at the illustration, understanding what was meant by the crude drawing. She took the time to slowly sound out Björn's name as it was written, proud of herself for identifying the word. It was thoughtful of Björn to leave her a note. He hadn't wanted her to worry. 

Moving to her pack, Ves dug around for a moment before pulling out another bundle of new clothes. These were sensible for traveling and were even dyed a rich forest green. Perhaps the color would help her blend into the foliage better. No matter what, the trousers and tunic were better suited for the day's adventure than the pretty dress.

The Kobold quickly got dressed and with a stretch and a hop, collected her belongings and headed downstairs. Already the tavern was alive with activity. Breakfast at the Frogleg was apparently good enough to draw a crowd. Some patrons were even drinking despite the early hour. Ves chuckled to herself as she finished descending the stairs, looking around for Björn. He would be easy enough to spot if he was around, although Ves remembered he had wanted to spend some time alone this morning. Perhaps he had already left to sort through his memories. 

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Thomas
*Björn was sat at a table with two plates at either side of him - one demolished and in one untouched, seemingly set out for Ves. Björn was amongst the patrons having a morning drink too. He found that somehow, mead goes well with eggs! The Goliath had bits of food all over his beard but upon seeing Ves, immediately began to wipe his beard with his sleeve and waved her over.*

"Good Morning sleepy-head. I thought I'd let you rest up. I got you breakfast!" *He slid a plate over to her with some eggs and meat on it. There was seemingly a side of beans, but the Barbarian had taken it upon himself to relieve her plate of the extra protein and he had a guilty smile on his face about it.* "How did you sleep?" *The Goliath looked up at her, resisting the urge to lick his plate clean and bouncing his leg under the table; which sometimes bumped the table a little as he sat.*
"I thought we'd start the day with food before you go out to find some gear or some hunting expert. I need to do my exercises. I was going to do them in the room but... Well, you deserved your rest."

*The Goliath had taken note of how drained Ves looked yesterday, not knowing fully why due to his lack of emotional maturity or intelligence. He summerised in his head that all warriors deserve a good sleep and a hot meal.* "The proteins will help fire you up for the day ahead. It'll be a day of hard work and grit! My fucking favourite kind of day!" *While others would see labor as a chore, to the Goliath's idle hands it was a blessing. All this bathing and socialising and boring people stuff was dulling his senses. He needed work, he craved work, he had a thirst for blood that no amount of black pudding could solve... Although he did eat plenty of that with his second portion of food.*

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Vivian
It was easy enough to spot Björn in the crowd. Ves smiled and waved before hurrying down the rest of the stairs and making her way over to her partner. She ducked and weaved through the crowds with expert ease, barely noticed by anyone. She was small and lithe and knew how to use her size to her advantage. She could have probably taken a few coin purses too if she had wanted.

Ves smiled warmly as she popped up out of the crowd beside Björn's table. She quickly climbed into the chair beside the Goliath, letting her feet dangle in the air as she turned her attention towards the plate of food. It smelled delicious and Ves' stomach grumbled eagerly. "Food is a good start," She agreed happily as she began to eat. Björn had gotten a head start and she needed to catch up.

"I slept well. Very well. I haven't slept so soundly in ages. I guess the mead really got to me," She chuckled. She knew that it wasn't *Just* The mead, but didn't want to dwell on the emotional outburst of the day before. Björn certainly seemed full of restless energy this morning. It was probably because he hadn't had a chance to exercise or work lately. On the boat there had always been something to do. On land they had had the chance to relax. It seemed Björn didn't like it as much as she did.

Chuckling, Ves worked on finishing her eggs and sausage. "Any sign of Varnis this morning?" She asked her companion curiously. She took another bite and chewed thoughtfully as she looked around the room once again to see if she could spot their newfound friend. 
 
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Thomas
"Da. I saw Varnis through the window an hour ago. Couldn't miss him if I tried. He said he was going to practice some Transmutation spells. Like when I gave myself gills. Apparently it's a hobby of his." *He shrugged, thinking to himself how he should probably try to learn from him too.* "He said he may drop in on you later to see how your getting on. Something about enjoying a chat between ladies? I can't understand the guy sometimes. Half the time I wonder if he is speaking some other language." *He shrugged once again as he finished his mead.*

"So I was thinking. While you go and find us some bows and arrows at the very least, following Varnis' suggestions, maybe I can go and do some exercise, maybe chop some firewood for Daggar as thanks. I need an excuse to swing an axe at something and tree sap is more or less like a tree's blood anyway... Not the best substitute but it'll do!" *The Goliath flexed his bicep idly, frowning at the lack of effort before trying properly. The veins in his arm slightly bulged as he did so.* "The one thing I miss about... Before was there was always exercise to do. Be it hauling in fish, fixing a leak in the boat, pushing the hull off a rock or practicing my punches on the mast. I can't exactly let loose in a place as nice as this. Definitely can't start a tavern brawl, I'll probably kill someone on accident!"

*The Barbarian laughed, but inside he was anxious. He felt like this whole town was one big trap; a cage keeping him relaxed and tame... Weakened. He felt that at any minute an Orc may come in here with a warrant for his return, or that he will be taken in the night. He feared it. Feared it more than anything. In truth, chopping down a tree or two would help alleviate his worries and let out some of his pent up rage. He can't exactly use it in town for any good reason and he especially cannot let it out on his companion.*

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