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Vinoh closes his mind, satisfied that the group might now have a more concrete objective, yet slightly disturbed by seemingly heavy odds stacked against them. Hopefully, if they dealt with the evil force coming from the hills, the villagers would finally know peace.
"Darghon, I don't think your elemental helper will be of much help now. I sense great evil to the north, but I feel our group needs to recuperate before we can even contemplate a trip to the hills. If the woman of the inn tells us that the villagers will be safe for now, then I believe her. We should get back inside and get some rest and something to eat. What do you think?"
Sensing Attrah's eagerness to fight, Vinoh turns to him...
"Even fighters like you surely appreciate the value of R&R. Our best bet now is to regroup and plan our next move. Besides, I think you might want to collect on your bet with Tower... I believe it was four pints of beer, right?"
With a smirk on his face, the mind mage enters the inn. The very act of entering a warm and friendly place amidst the darkness surrounding them immediately puts him at ease. Noticing that Thantos had regained most of his wits, Vinoh lets out a sigh of relief. The group has pushed back the Dark for the night and remains relatively unscathed. Good.
Suddenly, a thought springs in his mind...
"What happened to our guides, the two birds?"
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