<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing black robe and sandals), High Priest Yahir, Beatrix, Joceln &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Banquet Hall and Inn of the Hero and the Mug<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs <br/></strong><hr/><hr/>Yahir took the Champions and said, "Very well. Let me take you to your inn."<br/><br/>He escorted the party outside of the town hall and across the "square" to the right hand side. There was a two story building there made mostly of wood. Outside of it hung a sign that proclaimed, "The Hero and the Mug." Yahir walked them through a heavy gilded wooden door and were greeted immediately by an upper middle aged woman with short grey hair that thinned towards the nape of her neck. Her light brown eyes hinted at a youthful personality. She was slightly portly but curves were still readily evident on her body frame.<br/><br/>Her slightly started voice brightly rang out, "High Priest! Here so soon? Usually you're another hour or so with the Feast."<br/><br/>Shrugging, Yahir answered, "True. However, there has been an incident. We already are short two Champions. These nine wished to rest early to begin training early tomorrow. Quite a wise decision, I think. In any case, Jocelyn...."<br/><br/>Before another word could be said, an attractive, young adult buxom blonde came out. In a high pitched shrill voice, she creid out, "Awwwwooowww! How wonderful! New Champions!" She looked all of them over and licked her lips with anticipation. "Let's see, what do we have 'ere," she continued, inspecting the equipment. "By the looks of ya, I'd say a fighter, four wizards, a warlock, a rogue - delicious, a ranger, and a, a, a...." She scrutinized Charlotte carefully, deciding, "druid."<br/><br/>The older woman scolded the blonde, "Beatrix, our guests need rest, not interrogation. Off with you. See to their rooms."<br/><br/>Yahir explained, "I believe that some of them wish to have group rooms. Whatever the case, they are in your capable hands now. I must return to the temple. I have much to consider." With that, Yahir left.<br/><br/>The older woman watched him go and confirmed, "I am Jocelyn, Champions. Please excuse Beatrix. She has a great deal of exuberance. My husband, Gerard and I run this establishment. We will be happy to assist you in any way we can, as will Beatrix. Now, how may we be of service?"