Gwendolyn
*As the man laughed and ate his fill, the devotee would softly smile. It was an improvement from seeing a man in critical condition to a laughing boy eating his oatmeal. Although, the devotee did take note of the young man's commanding tone as she'd assume that Noctis was a noble or something of authority, perhaps a wizard like she assumed before.*

```"Yes, I'll be sure to find some for him. You're quite clever for someone of your age, I'll give you that. Now, I'll be right back."```

*Her tone was soft and warm, as a smile had found its way upon her lips. The young woman opened the door, and made her way outside in order to find the scholar. Taking slow steps, her search would peek into the tavern dinner as to see if he had awakened from his nap yet. She began to wonder if she could find any chocolate around here, or if she could find traces of the theives.*

```"What an odd situation. Calisto bless me. I need your strength."```

*She spoke in a mumble, while looking at the smaller crowd. The tavern was filled with the leftovers of a large party and celebration with drunken people asleep on tables, bards counting their coin and barmaids whispering rumors amongst each other.*
Thomas
"Well someone of my age should be quite clever." Noctis muttered as she left and he turned to gaze out the window. Sister Almonde had a very pretty smile, it made him think of Esme. Nice people that were just... Nice. A very foreign thing. He tried to remind himself it was a very good thing. Yet all that really stayed concreted in his belly once the laughter was gone was bitterness. Somewhere out there his sword was being gawked at by some low life thug and being prepared to be sold off or worn like a trophy unearned. He slammed his fist against the desk in frustration. 

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"Pardon me, but did you ever get the food that gentleman ordered for you? He showed considerable concern, and dare I say, quite handsome." A barmaid said as she noticed Sister Almonde come in to the common room. The party had died down some as the sun began to get lower in the sky- the party had instead moved to the streets. The sound of the festivities seemed to crash into the window and seep through the unseen cracks. Lights, both flame and magical flickered, music thumped and people laughed. The world was alive beyond the walls of the sleepy logbringer tavern, which now mostly housed men and women tired from work, enjoying meals and drinks before finding rest and of course- the people who'd gotten too drunk to move and were now passed out in various places, entirely ignored for the time being. 

Ben was nowhere to be seen and there would be no sign of any of the thieves before, all dressed in loggers clothing or other assorted workers garb. 

The barmaid herself was a woman in her middle years with a plain face and a tightly pulled back bun. Her eyes however were very kind and had the shine of cleverness behind them.
Gwendolyn
*As the bardmaid approach her, she'd provide a soft smile as she'd notice a lack of Ben in the dinning room. When she spoke of the food, she wondered where it was. The chaos caused her to get distracted, she remembered that Ben probably had took it with him.*

```"Oh no, I think he took back to his room. Well, if you like handsome men than I have a little request for you. If you are able and willing, could you perhaps bring some food to my room? A young handsome man is recovering, needs some food."```

*She said with a soft tone as she'd make a simple request, the barmaid looked trusting enough and Almonde could kill two birds with one stone. Searching her pockets, she'd pull out a silver coin to be handed to the maiden if she'd agree to it.*

```"Speaking of that considerable and handsome man, have you seen him? I need to speak to him, have some studies to discuss. Also, you wouldn't have some chocolate around here? Suppose to help with magic and such."```

*Almonde said while looking around the tables, clearly looking for signs of where the thieves would have gone. If she was a theft, she'd immediately bolt for the exit and attempt to hide her treasure in a safe place or simply head home. The devotee wasn't too sure on how they will find it, as she was no investigator. Maybe the men can whip up a spell or something, she'd ponder to herself.*

```"Apologies for the many questions, but I believe my patient had his belongings stolen. Any idea on where I can them or perhaps where I should report to?"```