Ringel is about to open her mouth and take up Novalis on his offer (she feels like he's probably best not left unattended), but Tanna-Mai is quicker in seeing to having that covered, which is good; she enjoys her full trust. Too bad she'll miss out on the knight's poetry herself, though. He has a way with words. But the Eneko must likewise acknowledge that much as the scuffle on the road has shaken her, she still has her own duties. The twitchy Elf, Telrayel, gets a radiant smile for reminding her of that much. Work comes first! Good thinking! she tells him, almost too cheerily given what they'd just endured, grabbing his arm more gently than her hands seem capable of grabbing things, to start, essentially, dragging him along as she begins to stride straight for the barracks. It's not even far away or anything. she adds, lifting a few fingers of the haft of her spear to wave the others a clumsy goodbye. See the rest of you around! We won't be long. although this seems like a good evening for a good walk. She'll see. Ever been to the Ferry? she asks the Elf, half her mind already rifling through local sights and folks, and, a more businesslike third, places to sell the Goblins' salvaged junk. It's a quaint little place.

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Knowledge (local): (1d20+7)[19] Anyone buying weapons and the like? Any friendlies that might hang out hereabouts now that she could look up?