Rumors of the Friendly Arm Inn

[RavenCredale]

At the Inn by the old Campfire down the road, the Kossuthan Tiefling known as Na'Karia sets up a relief spot for those Afflicted by the Abyssal Black Grass at the inn. She would, of course, follow the treatment provided by the Ilmatar faith and have plenty of Buckets and Holy Water on hand.

[Sundown]

A very intimidated elven woman took place at the bar of Bentley.
She told the Innkeeper about two very realistic stone statues, right outside of the Friendly Arm.
One of them seemed to be very horrible to her. Like a huge ball with outgrowing tentacles or similar.
She asked for a strong tea...to ease her nerves.

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[JustAnotherGirl]

Ashling stood next to the lampost for quite a while before realizing the thing was broken. She frowned and walked into the inn to speak with Bentley. After letting him know about the damaged lamp post, she was heard inquiring about any messages she might have. She then ordered and drank a tankard of dark ale before leaving to head back into the woods.

[mrm3ntalist]

By the quiet pond beside the walls of the Friendly Arms Inn, four rangers and a druidess lingered as the evening settled in. The road had brought them there by different paths, but the still water and the easy calm of the place made it natural to pause. They spoke in turn, sharing small tales of forests crossed, storms endured, and strange moments beneath the open sky. Nothing was said with urgency or purpose beyond the telling, yet with each story they all grew closer. By the time the light faded and the frogs began their chorus, they found they knew one another better simply for having sat together by the water and listened.

[mrm3ntalist]

A carving at the broken lamp post outside the FAI. Who or Why, is anyone's guess

[JustAnotherGirl]

The rains came and a group of people made their way inside the the Friendly Arm Inn. A dice game was eventually started, and many people came and went throughout the evening. It was pretty tame as far as dice games go. The loudest thing to happen all night may have been a certain green haired druid wearing some very, very pink pants.

[Whitenoisy]

What started as a short chat in the late night between the elven twins and a local Silverstar, extended in a series of conversations and pic-nick into the early morning, that drew several other passing adventurers to join in. A long series of subjects was covered during the exchange, starting from semantics over theology, building past discussions over Eastern cultures, and then arriving at the subject of the customs of the Gate and its nearby settlements.

Notably, a break on the conversation took place around the midpoint, when the draconic familiar of a scholar who had just joined the group, decided to capitalize on the interest of the two elves in him to make himself the center of attention for a while.

As the sun rose to the later hours of the morning and the primary topics were exhausted, people began to trickle away, and a bit more quiet returned to the entrance of the Inn.