As Logan enters the stable, he sees his horse, he notes he appears to have been waiting for his return. As he walks towards the stable where he rest, he walks up to him and looks him and rubs him between the ears as he says, "Midnight my friend, we have quite the gathering for this adventure. 1 Elf, 1 Dwarf and 2 extradenary beutiful women with us so far. The others have not arrived yet, maybe we'll meet them on the road as something has obviously held them up. What do you think? We got a chance on this one?" he asks the horse in a low voice.

The horse just stares at him, simply responding without making a sound to him rubbing between his ears.

Logan gives him an apple and some carrots he picked up ealrier in the day at the market in town then proceeds to make a bed like area for him to lay down on. It is a about an hour before he finially falls to sleep, a light sleep at that.

Nothing more seems to be going on but drinking so Brianna soon heads upstairs and to bed

The second round of drinks is finished and since any conversation has stopped long before the last tankard is finished. Brianna finally heads off to bed and the Dwarf is left to make his arragements for the night.

Depending on the waking habits of the various customers and workers about the inn, morning begins very early for the cook who makes the daily bread so it is fresh and hot in the morning. Fried bacon and ham scents the air strongly and the smell of hot yeasty bread. Those that need to be on their way early are up before dawn ready themselves eat and get on their way. Those with a more leisurly schedule or riding wake up when they will. Our adventures wake up according to their habit or the amount of drink they consumed the night before.

Xour as usual had been up before the sun rose, he had not stayed up all night with the other two drinking. Retiring after one additional drink, he and his wolf has slept on the floor. Hw inspected the bundle he had left on the bed in case the night had brought unexpected visitors. He was downstairs early and finished breakfast and out into the stables to care for his horse. He was always ready to move because he tended to travel light.

Having woken up before the moon had set and well before the sun had rose. Logan prepared his horse for he knew today the adventure would begin. After doing his morning routine of excerise, he walked his horse out of the stable to the front of the Inn where he secured him to the horse rail. He walked into the inn, ordered up some breakfast, greated Xuor when he came downstairs. The quietly went outside, saddled up and rode to the outskirts of town where he awaited the others and also to keep watch.

Brianna is up as the first rays of sun fill her room. Since Lorae and she had been planning on moving on today she packs up all her belongings and carries down with her. SHe picks up a tankard from the innkeeper and walks outside. There she pours a short stream of the brew onto the soil evoking Amaterrana's name and making her prayers to her Goddess. Then she takes one good swallow beofre her practice

She watches Logan ride out and away from the inn but says nothing.

Brianna draws her twin swords she carries on her back and warms up--slowly with control at first then increasing the pace of her movements. The blades begin to whirl as Brianna dances with her swords. Her skins shines with her effort before she is done. Brianna cleans herself off at the pump and returns into the inn.

A quick glance shows her where Lorae is sitting and she strides over to her. she swings her legs over the bench and sits down tankard in hand "The one called Logan has ridden off. I have not seen the other two. Perhaps it will be just you and I for now and these are not the ones."

"Sarai will be joining us later Elminster is not yet done with her bow."

Lorae turned and looks off out of the inn's door. "I would have thought tha he of all of them would have joined us."

She turns to look back to Brianns, "Bearing the burden of The Phophecy, has never been easy."

Lorae pauses looking at Brianna and Flame who is busy helping himself to the breakfast she had ordered for them. A good porridge, bread, fruit, a rasher of bacon, and some hard boiled eggs.

"He is here." her voice is flat and low.

Brianna looks up from her mealto Lorae, "if you say so."
and she continues eating, regadless of the unwelcome news. She had worked up a good appitite. Not that it was anything new. Only now she ate when she could because she had learn about going without. Her time in the Forbidden Isles still effect her habits greatly. She might never be free of effects on her life.

Once reaching the edge of town, Logan dismounts and walks his horse back to the closet building with a horse rail in view of the front of the inn. He then walks back out to the edge of town and finds a nice shaded spot to sit out of sight so to speak. He positions himself in sucha way that he can see the front of the Inn and the road leading out of town in the direction he has chosen to watch over. "I hate surprises," Logan mutters to himself, "but I hate not seeing what is coming even more." It is always the same for me he thinks to himself, I'm coursed no matter I do, so I always chose to act instead of react. Hope they are ready to leave soon, evil is near and I feel it in my soul.

Lorae goes to the kitchen as Brianna finishes eating. She returns to the table with a bulging sack which she s slips into her bag of holding.

"Fresh bread, butter, and some honey, apples and carrots." she tells the Amazon. "Our horses are all saddled."

"He is?" asks Brianna with a lifting of her left brow. "Now how did you accomplish that? or did you saddle the mare."

Brianna finishes quickly not time to waste. Unless the others they had spoken to last night were ready to go then they would be left behind. Not that it bother Brianna one way of the other. The Great Goddess had said the Prophecy would be fulfilled not when or by who, but it would.

She finishes the last of her tankard and gets up and heads out the door. Her vocation is evident amored and carrying weapons of a fighter--the twin swords crossed over her back her bow in its case and her saddlebags packed and tied shut. a long dagger and a knife visable.

"Both," replies Lorae, dressed in her gray leathers with the sage green embroidery of vines and leaves. She then walks to the door.

Outside stands Lorae's heavily dappled, silver-gray stallion with white mane and tail. He wears only a Elven riding pad and a neck strap. Next to him stands a magnificent giant black stallion, and next to him a beautiful sorrel mare.

from where logan sits, he sees the two women preparing to ride off so he makes his way to his horse. unties him from the rail and starts to walk back to the inn, leading his and glancing over his should every so often.

Arriving in front of the inn, he greets the two women, "Morning ladies, how are you this morning? Sleep well I trust? I fear it may well be awhile before we get a good night sleep again."

He stops about 5 feet away commands his horse to stay and walks over to the horses they will be riding. "What fine animals you have. The stallion you have look like they could run forever without ever getting tired. And this third, also just as fine but I'm guessing he isn't used for riding, am I right?"

There are two stallions One big silver and one giant black, then a big red mare. The mare and the black both wear saddles, though the black wears a halter like bridle with no bit in his mouth and the mare wears a regular bridle. The silver stallion has nothing on his head, a strap about 1-1.5 inches wide around his neck and a molded riding pad held in place by a breast collar and a cinch.

Xour stands quietly by and watches the others. His light warhorse is ready and all is packed for the trip.