[@Dragoknighte][@rivaan][@Remipa Awesome][@Lewascan2][@Sigil]

	Hello again ladies, gentlemen, and all those blatantly refusing to accept the societal norms of binary existence (See? I can say it differently, you yutzes). Stuff is starting to move along. To recap: The party is split into two groups. Maybe three, but we'll get to this in a moment. 

	Group A is headed to the very nearby Neil & Bob's Public House to do whatever one does when they're trying to participate in a rather covert investigation, which in this case apparently means gambling on power drinking and asking obvious questions to the staff. No judgement here, this [i]IS[/i] a way to go. It is an adventuring party, after all.

	Group B is headed toward the graveyard just outside of town. What was supposed to be the quickest way there has become clogged with so much Human (and Halfling) cholesterol, making travel slower than expected. The good news is that everyone seems to be in positive spirits; the bad news really only applies if you don't like being around people. There are a fair amount of them. 

	Then there's the wild card. Our Tiefling has not committed to a location nor course of action when she gets there. Toss a coin, roll a die, place your bets, etc. There's a great big town (for the region) to do great big stuff in, one way or another, if going it alone is the order of the day. Otherwise, the safety of the party is still an option. 

	And the investigation commences! Go forth! Carpe that Diem! Be the best [i]You[/i] that [i]You[/i] can be! Get one of those tiny Victorian spoons and scoop ALL the marrow out of the roasted thighbone of your grand adventure! Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzz-

	Okay, now I'm a little out of breath. You all do you. Next cycle begins.