The paladin retired for the night, just like the others.  He was not sure what he was expecting; probably not so much of a warm welcome.  He was not used to that anywhere, even from his home.  Granted, they knew little about him, so that certainly helped.<br/><br/>Morning came, and Eldran'tyr woke from his place by the fire, now long since dead.  He was stiff and sore, still in pain, but at least he was dry, and that was certianly something.  Depending on how the day went, he would beseech Tyr for some of the same healing magic that he gave out freely yesterday.  His own well-being came later, after all, so he could not risk wasting it, yet.<br/><br/>He was careful to make sure his cowl was in place before stepping outside, and then came to observe the ceremonies for both threats that were disposed of.  A strange tradition, that the ... things were kept away from fire, but it was not his place.<br/><br/>Finally, the discussion turns to visiting the witch outside of town.  The orcish woman was there, and the newcomer that showed up at the end of the fight, the one with the bow.  The paladin offered both of them a half-bow, hands at his chest to offer a triangle with his fingers; a very basic representation of Tyr's scale.  "I am called Eldran'Tyr.  Thank you both for the assistance yesterday."<br/>