Hanzo looked around at the going-ons as he continued to eat. Sana brought the child she rescued down to eat, looking for all the world like a parent with their daughter. It was a bit heartwarming to see, even if Hanzo didn't try to think too deeply of it due to his own experiences. Mortosh was off in one corner, seeming to be asleep, but probably more accurately meditating - he actually didn't even notice the skeleton until Zam came up and pointed him out to the newcomer. 

Speaking of, that knight from yesterday was making himself known to the party, introducing himself as Derrix; he apparently heard of the recent blight of Cinder Sickness and wished to help Sister Agnes, and by proxy this band of adventurers. Soon thereafter, he wound up in a conversation with the elf, Vaeri. So it would seem that they had yet another ally in this quest... what a group!

Hanzo finished eating shortly after Fiona went upstairs. He returned the dishes politely and, following Fiona's instance, returned to his room to pack up whatever he had. Luckily, it wasn't much to begin with - just his wallet, clothes, and that one magical scroll he found. The monk had been slightly out of it last night, so he's probably go an offer this to the rest of the group properly before they all set out. Or, possibly, Hanzo could use it on himself. The scarring from the battle with the mage still ached on his chest, showing a scar with a minor seal of deep red around it...

Again acting on some indeterminate impulse, Hanzo pulled open the scroll- and then realezed he had no idea how to read magic properly. What a foolish gesture. Still, it knocked him back into sense, to at least offer the others before taking up the offer for himself.

He returned back downstairs quickly, seeing how most everyone had left to prepare for their departure (or was already mostly so). In that case, the monk decided to lounge outside for a bit, to take in the morning air still fresh with the dew of the deciduous climate. He would simply stand outside of the inn, occasionally leaning on the wall of inn. Out of curiosity, he glanced south. The fire was long gone, the pillar of smoke that hailed it before being no more. He sighed. So many lives still taken unjustly- though perhaps he could say the same about those whom were killed, those slavers.

Hanzo turned back, and noted Fiona taking out five horses and a cart from the slavers. His memory was foggy from last night, but he seemed to recall the cart, and some of those horses looked like the mounts from the slavers. Of course, the best way to find out was to ask. The monk walked up near to where Fiona was setting up everything; she was currently studying some sort of map. "Are these the same things procured from the slavers?"