
Ferrin scans the surrounding area but he doesn't detect the faintest trace of magic. The thin raindrops scorch your skin like needles, sharpened by the cold wind blowing from the south. The Cat is barely visible in the sky: the darkness and the damp terrain transform any step in an hazard. The woods are now almost invisible in the distance. Out of Character: You can estimate that you walked for around an hour to the north-west (at least, in the beginning. The current conditions make any convintion a guess. But you should have not strayed too much from the path since the groove seems to be more or less in the same position). From the point in which you lost the tracks to the Southern Road is less than 30 minutes.
Anntreen pulls her coin bag from one of her belt bags.
The little coin bag looks old and rather home made looking for a purse, the scrap fabric patch worked and childlike sowing job on the little rag of cloth made to be a draw sting bag looks far below the quality of any of her other belongings and almost beyond repair and unfit for proper use. It also appears to have been mended many times whether by sowing or magic, its raged state appears to be its original and proper condition.
From the bag Anntreen pulls 2 silver and her 5 copper. She places the 2 on the table and pushes one of Krusten's silvers back at her along with the 5 copper.
"There 50- 50 and we can get the small room."
Anntreen looks over at Mina "Want to take up floor in are room? The room likely has a small hearth of its own."
The figures stopped moving towards his position. Faruq noticed the short figure fan its fingers out in front of it with an adroitness which belied the movements of child. Faruq, of course, couldn't make out what was being said in this wind and rain, but he noticed the lack of coddling and comforting he assumed a caretaker would probably give their little one in these awful conditions. No, he didn't know what sort of creature this was, but it was no child. His interest in these three increased, but not in a positive way. He began to feel threatened.
Rising off the log into a squat, Faruq slung his backpack on, readied his shield, and gripped his scimitar in his right hand. He was outnumbered, but they could no longer catch him off his guard. And if their path did veer from his cold campsite, Faruq decided he would follow them at a safe distance until he could better determine their motives. A chase on this cold night would help keep his body warm.
After a few seconds of swinging about left and right, Ferrin drops his hands. A bit disappointed that he could not be a bigger help, he sighs, "No magicks heres. Not even some little ones."
Krusten shakes her head in disapproval but picks up no coins.
"Give it to charity. Look, I'm tired already let's just go to sleep all this bartering is making the cider quezzy in my stomach."
She turns to old woman using her unethical charm,
"Well?" Giving the hint that she will like her room now.
Mina looks to the now larger amount of people in the Tavern and sighs. "I guess fate is leading me towards your way of the room. I would not be able to get a moments rest with this many people down here now. I will go with you and pray there is warmth in the room."