Dusting Off (( 12:30 am, Aug/18 ))

[Sigurd Vask]

In the middle of the night two demons toss an Ajaunti into the tavern, the man landing with a loud and highly annoyed sound as a leather bag and polearm fall beside him. The demons turn as he gets to his feet, brushing off the dirt from a red and white coat Milosh sighs angrily.

"Jou know, I vould hev just gone villingly! I em a man of... Not fightink," The Ajaunti yelling into the horde as he turns and looks around at those in the tavern slowly.

"Zo... Vhich vone did zis?"

[Dr. Moran]

*Startled by the noise, Ursel stirs from the chair she had passed out in, her blanket slipping to the floor as she gets stiffly to her feet. She pauses to collect it, stifling a yawn as she does so.*
"Wasn't one of us, cultists I hear. I wasn't there, though, you'd have to ask one of the others for the gritty details."

[Sigurd Vask]

He nods and chuckles as he opens his bag and pulls out a small stick of incense, lighting it and setting it by the door, "Vell, time to rest zen."