[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Salarn
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Wandering around[/center]

Ntaj returned to the table with Maggie and Nor. They seem to have been having some conversation but Ntaj didn't pay too much attention to it. He sat quietly with a mug before more food was brought over; another pot of the same stew and bread, but these were fresh. Less than the stale basket Ntaj had brought the first time, but still plentiful for those at the table. Ntaj ate quite a bit, however he didn't finish all of it, leaving the rest to Nor, Maggie, and really anyone else who who wanted to pick off his plate. He was quite full. [color=a2d39c]"Ntaj go rest."[/color] Pushing his plate aside Ntaj left and headed out of the tavern.

Outside Ntaj was about to take out another roll of pipeweed before he realized he was down to two more rolls. Snarling he held back the urge and just started walking around the the village. He was still thinking about what Kyra said. Fortunately she kept her sentences short and simple enough that he understood pretty much all of it. Kyra didn't trust them. Probably didn't want him around either. Or any of them for that matter. If that was the case, then Ntaj would have to consider leaving soon. He'd still help, but maybe not with her. If he was he'd need to go get some more information. But who to ask? Probably the town guard or their equivalent. Surely this place had a militia. Assuming that the undead intends to attack this village sometime tonight, it may be in their best interest to be aware of it. So Ntaj went off to find a guard or some such.