The soup was brought up soon after, allowing the monk some peace. It seemed there was a heavy feeling in the inn, and people didn't ask questions. Marric could pass unbothered to the room, and once there, had the rest of the evening to himself.<br/><br/>After the night of dreams the monk found the inn's downstairs a bit loud in a morning. There was a rowdy crowd of at least a dozen adventurers from the looks of it, gathering up at the town. One familiar face at least was present as well, Lissu, sitting at one of the tables, next to a pair of bowls of steaming hot meat stew. Waving a hand for Marric to join her, she seemed to look around a bit unhappy with the crowd but eating nonetheless.