The other players weren't inclined to spend the evening in the tavern - for a moment Daria wondered if it was a poor choice, though they both had good reasons why their characters wouldn't do so.  Her own warrior, she figured, would probably gladly spend an evening drinking and playing games - that just seemed to fit with what she assumed a warrior was like.<br/><br/><strong>"We will..."</strong>she/Gwyn said to Master Kim.<strong>"Just make sure you leave us a nice room!"</strong>She grinned, winked at Lisa, then turned to Marc to find out what to do next.  She guessed their mercenaries were taking care of themselves - she was already catching on that they, as sort-of unimportant people, didn't have to be consulted or considered in every little thing.  The four players were the "real" people, and the story should naturally centre on them.  Good!<br/><br/>It turns out the game even had some sort of system for figuring out this sort of thing... unless Marc was just making it up, which was possible too.  Maybe just rolling high for good luck, low for bad?  Whatever he was doing, it turned out she did quite well by choosing to play cards.  There was interesting information to gather, and it gave her a little more understanding of who was whom, too.  Plus she didn't lose any money, which was important!<br/><br/>She cocked her head at "Youluf"'s explanation, noticing the other players' reaction, and listened carefully to the DM's explanation.  "Ohh..." she murmured, putting things together, while Marc was shifting his attention to Lisa.  So, if she got it right, the blacksmith's son had a gang, and was involved in some way with these Beggars... and he was someone they should be avoiding.  Well, no problem there.  She nodded, listening... and then grinning, a little shocked, as Marc revealed that Lisa had gotten up to much more than playing cards and learning about Beggars!<br/><br/>She glanced over at Paco as he poured the other pop... which looked mostly like the stuff they'd all been drinking, with its horrible, unnatural colour.  It was the same sort of bottle, but... a different flavour maybe?  Yes, apparently, from Lisa's reaction.  But it didn't matter, since there were much more momentous things going on!<br/><br/><strong>"Ha!  Well... congratulations, Lisa, on being so popular."</strong>Daria grinned.<strong>"Free drinks.  Umm... usually I'd probably watch out for her... for you.  But Gwyn was kind of busy with Yousuf and Hengist here, and didn't see you leave, I guess.  Sorry.  Or... if you're still in the tavern, I didn't see what you got up to, anyway."</strong>She turned to Marc.<strong>"About that... I'd thank Yousuf for his advice, and play a bit more once Hengist returns, before heading to the manor house.  If I hear that Lisa left with the acolyte... well, I guess I'd figure she was in good hands.  Otherwise... I think I'd look for her a bit, before going to bed."</strong><br/><br/>Then Lisa suddenly caught on, and seemed quite surprised... and while Daria was no expert in such things, she certainly caught Marc's hint.  She met Lisa's eyes.<strong>"Well Lisa... you're a bit undressed, I don't know how much."</strong>She glanced towards the DM.<strong>"I guess... either you and Norwald have been... you know... making out.  Umm, or I guess you were with someone else, and he is just waking you.  You were passed out drunk."</strong>Daria found it hard to picture an acolyte or priest or whatever being the sort to make out with the drunk sorceress - especially with what his head priest fellow thought about sorcery!  She just didn't think clerics did that sort of thing, generally.   So maybe he was the white knight here.  But obviously Lisa had gotten into bed with someone, too drunk to remember any details.<br/><br/><strong>"Umm... though I don't know what you have to do, now.  It sounds like you don't remember what you did, but... now, at least, you're a little nude.  Umm... sorry again, Gwyn didn't notice anything."</strong>