Jack took a step back and looked at the group. They seemed tired, not physically but mentally and emotionally they were strained. He clapped his hands to get their attention before he spoke.
"Good adventurers of the Dale. The night is late and we all need a good nights rest before our journey begins in ernest. You are all welcome to stay for free in the rooms upstairs and I suggest that we set off at the dwan of the new day."
Rosfin yawned and streched his small arms as the others began to realise that it was getting late.
"Thank you Jack," Jadae said, "it is much appriciated by all of us." As Jack led them up the stairs he fingered the thin braclet on his right wrist. He owed it to her to wear it.
"May these beds give you a good nights sleep ladies and gentlemen," he said opening the individual doors to the rooms.
Jack returned to his old room to spend the night. He took out the small elvish knife. It was a work of great craftmanship, or elfmaidenship. Jack sighed heavily as he sheathed it and blew out his candle.
[ February 17, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ]
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