The Cold Shoulder

Miquella makes his way inside the tavern. Looking around the room at all the faces. He makes his way to the bar. “Can you please get me a water and some stew please.” He looks and sees Jade and Storm. He sees how Storm looks and walks to her. “Hello, are you injured in any way?”

Jade nods to the others entering.

"It's just some bandits trying to be opertunists. But what I want to know is HOW they got those cultist favors."

Jade notices the unfamiliar face walk in. She tries to get his attention so that he may sit with the group.

Storm shakes her head. "Nah. I'm fine. I had some potions. Though I suppose I should restock. But I haven't seen anyone selling them around here... Oh well. Guess I'll need to be more careful." She holds out a hand. "Name's Storm. And you are?"

He shakes her hand, “My name is Miquella. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gets his food and starts to eat and drink. “This has been very eventful and stressful. If you never need healing you can always come to the guild of light and we will assist.” He takes a moment and takes a deep breath and exhales has he continues to eat.

(OOC: Miquella is wearing both favors and is in ragged attire as if he just finished working.”

"It's a pleasure to meet you too. And thank you. Though I did try to avoid using your services because I know there were plenty of others who needed tending to." Storm turns and thanks the wait person who sets down a bowl of stew and a mug in front of her. "Thought I was done seeing Lilith's favors. That was certainly an unwelcome surprise." She takes her spoon and stirs the stew in front of her. "Hopefully we wiped them out, yeah?"