"The inn, I don't know: I'm a foreigner myself", answers the voice. The figure of a well built man comes out of the darkness and approaches a weary and alert MaryJaen. "But if you trust me enough to follow me for a few yards, I will bring you to a big establishment where you might find an accommodation for the night".
Marijaen, knowing she doesn't have many options being tired, cold, and soaked nods her agreement. "May I have your name sir? You said you are a foreigner yourself where are you from may I ask?" She follows the seemingly nice man as she tries make small talk inquiring about him and where exactly she might be. Still not letting her guard down too much she relaxes a little, with thoughts of dry cloths and possibly a dry place to rest.
Edited: Canabusis on 21st Jun, 2013 - 6:30am
Krusten cannot sleep yet, she needs to check a few things: Where is the captain, where that spoiled Abigail and what is more to this house than meets the eye. She leaves her temporary bed and starts moving around searching, listening, etc.
"Oh ohs, Krusten! I will goes with youse." Ferrin scurries about along with Krusten, looking for Captain Tomlin. However, his searching techniques are a bit haphazard as he lifts up corners of tapestries hanging on the walls or looks under and around tables and chairs that obviously couldn't hide a person. All the while, he speaks to himself, "Where coulds that wily captain haves gones? He cannots get fars. Noes. I tieds his wrists, myselfs."
Out of Character: Using his Search skill, but I don't expect a very good outcome, as usual
"Um...thank you. " Jeaal responds to Ceza, in a slightly awkward manner, "I'll let you know if I need any help."
He turns to the commoners, "A game of darts wouldn't go entirely amiss. I'm game."
He stands and joins their game.