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After Alister had entered the village, he began his sermons in the morning teaching of Moradin to those who would listen. There were a few who would listen, but many were too busy with their daily work, they could not attend. After his first sermon his listeners gradually became smaller and smaller. Troubled by this Alister went around and inquired about why they were not interested. He had learned that this year's harvest had been small and many times the crops had been taken or the fields ruined for an unknown reason. For this reason, more and more people had been taking to the fields to plant more crops before the end of the growing season lest they not have enough for the winter.

Moved with pity, Alister offered his services to offer them aid and giving them strength to go through their daily lives. With his help, the people gradually took heart that with Moradin's blessing they would have enough for the final harvest.

As he was helping some of the farmers, he could hear his name being called from his make-shift hut which he was using as a place to heal those who needed it. Stepping out, two of the villagers explained that two travelers had come to the village and one was gravely ill. Alister nodded. "Very well. Take me to him." he said as he followed them back to where the young man was resting. Going inside the inn, he noticed a figure at the bar drinking. Not giving him much thought he was brought upstairs to where the wounded man was being kept.

He knocked on the door and saw one of the women tending to the young man's fever by placing a wet towel over his head to try to keep the fever down. He nodded to her and stepped toward the injured man. She nodded understanding that he would now take over. Alister looked over him and could see that this man had suffered terribly by the sight of his wounds. He examined some of the blood patched bandages and the dirt on his clothing. Clearly this man had traveled far to seek healing.

Wasting no more time he asked Moradin for guidance in helping this poor soul. Clasping his hands together in prayer he began to chant in an unknown language. As he did so the pendant around his neck began to glow and slowly spread around his body. Transferring the energies that bathed him to his hands he placed his hands over Leon allowing the energy to transfer and heal his wounds. The glow spread over Leon's body and bathed him in warm light. The ones at the door watch with amazement as the saw the young man's breathing slow to normal and the tension in his face slowly relax.

Alister knowing that the worst was now over, he bid one of the women to watch over Leon and to give him food and drink once he woke for he would be famished. A young boy who watched the entire event that transpired could not keep his eyes off of what Alister had done and kept glancing back and forth between Leon and the monk. Alister patted him on the head with a smile to return to his hut and continue his services for the village at his hut.

As he walked down the steps he once more glanced over at the man at the bar who looked over at him after taking a drink. He nodded, indicating that he had finished, and without a word walked back outside.

((Actually, before we sleep through the night...))

Ganner took note when the men he had sent off in search of a healer returned with a dwarf in a grey robe. He immediately noticed the holy symbol of Moradin resting on the dwarf's chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Given that he was not wearing any kind of armor Ganner assumed he was a cleric. That was good. A cleric was exactly what Halcyon needed right now.
Ganner continued to drink his ale for several minutes until the dwarf came back down the stairs and, after a glance and a nod in Ganner's direction, headed outside. Ganner tossed back the last of his ale and set a coin on the bar with a clack. The gold should be enough for the ale and the room that Halcyon was currently occupying. He then stood and exited the inn.
Ganner spotted the Dwarf immediately and rushed over to him.
"Hoy there. Cleric." Ganner said. "You saw to my friend? How is he?"

"Yeah. You could come and have a drink or three with me. My treat." Ganner said with an easy smile. His relief was palpable. "Name's Ganner. My friend inside is Halcyon. And you are?"

"Actually," Ganner said as they stepped into the inn. "I came across Halcyon by chance." He held up a hand and gestured for one of the serving girls to come to him as he led Alister over to a table near the hearth. "I was on my way back to Luskan after having just split up with some friends of mine. I happened to catch a glance of the elf lying on the ground all bloodied. I went to him and gave him my last healing potion. Then I bandaged up what the potion didn't take care of as best I could." Ganner turned to the serving girl who had appeared. "Two tall ales and two of whatever's for supper tonight." Ganner paused for a moment. "And two whiskeys." He clacked a coin down on her serving tray and turned back to Alister. "Anyways, when he came to he said he wouldn't go back to Luskan, so I decided to head up here. This village is where my friends were headed when we parted ways, I think. But they must have taken off again already, otherwise they'd probably be here now."

"Yeah, Halcyon got lucky on that one. But I can't just leave a person to die if I can do something about it." Ganner said and took a drought of his ale. "I've worked with all sorts. It's not tone of skin or shape of ears, height, beards, tusks, tails, scales, or anything that makes a person who they are. It's a matter of spirit to me. And heart. Anyways," Ganner took another long drought. "You're makin' me sound all sappy now. As for Moradin, I've heard his teachings. The basics at least. Seems like a right nice fellow. He's got my respect. But it's my lady luck, Tymora, that earns my scarce prayers. And as for those overachieving adventurers, well, I'll look into that in the morning. Tonight's for drinking. And praying to our various gods in thanks that we made it this far, and that there's many more tomorrows to come."

((Yeah, at this point I think we should.))

Ganner woke to the sun shining across his face, which sent a dull throb through is head. Ganner noticed then that he was lying in a soft bed. He glanced around and the room seemed very reminiscent of many inns he had stayed at before. His head pulsed again as he looked over and the sunlight spilled directly across his eyes. He must have had more than he intended if he had a headache from it, he was usually able to handle his alcohol quite admirably.
Ganner swept back the blanket and stood, finding that he had fallen into bed fully clothed, though his armor had been removed and sat on a table. Obviously somebody had helped him to bed. Deciding that breakfast was now his priority Ganner left the armor where it was, along with his crossbow, but strapped his sword back on. He took the key that sat on the table next to his belongings and dropped it into his pocket, then left the room, locking it behind him.
Ganner made his way to the common room and then to the bar where the innkeeper met him.
"Hey, hope I didn't cause too much trouble last night." Ganner said.
"Not terribly much. You and the dwarf alone drank as much as any other five men, but you kept it mostly civil even as you got more and more drunk." The innkeeper said. Ganner was sure they had exchanged names, but he could not remember what the other man's was.
"Did I pay for the room I was in last night yet?"
"Yeah. I had one of the girls get that from you when it looked like you might drink yourself out of coin."
Ganner's eyes widened a bit at that and he quick grabbed his coin purse. It was pretty light. Apparently he and Alister had indeed drank quite a bit, and Ganner had said that he was treating. Fortunately he had more in his pack and a single gold coin went a long ways out in the middle of nowhere.
"Well, how about breakfast. What's on the menu?" Ganner asked.
"I'll have one of the girls bring you out some eggs and sausage and toasted bread. We've got some coffee to go with it too." The man said.
"Sounds good." Ganner said and clacked down another coin, he was going to end up making this innkeeper rich at this rate. "Make it a big heaping plate."

"I hope so. Then we can figure out our next move." Ganner said between bites of eggs and sausage.
Ganner glanced at the dwarf as he chewed. He couldn't help but wonder what a cleric of Moradin was doing staying in a remote farming village like this. There had to be something going on. Those that worked at the whims of their gods almost never did anything that they weren't guided to, to some degree or another. That was one reason why Ganner loved Tymora. He felt that his Lady Luck preferred to leave things up to fate. She might have her moments where she helped her favorite gambler draw better cards, or roll better throws of dice. But for the most part Ganner imagined she just enjoyed the show, doling out a touch of luck or misfortune here or there just to mix things up.
"So, what's there to do out here for a passing adventurer? A few more nights like last night and I'm going to run out of coin pretty fast. Besides, a dashing swordsman like myself has a reputation to keep up. If I don't rescue a princess or slay a dragon at least once a month it makes me look lazy." Ganner said with a grin and not more than a little bit of sarcasm.