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[h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Rickard Barriden[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=ed1c24]Elf, Fighter (Eldritch Knight), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=ed1c24][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 31 / 31 [color=ed1c24][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19[color=ed1c24] [i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Neil and Bob's Public House
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=ed1c24][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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After the group had bid him good night Rickard went towards the bed he had purchased for another night. He opened the chest that came with his bed and checked his mail and weapons to make sure they were still clean of rust. With that inspection he also looked for notches, cracks, or other damage on any of his gear. A small split had started to form on the toe of his left boot. With a quiet murmur and a brush of the lodestones, he used his magic to mend the split. It was a temporary fix as the magic didn't just create more of the material. He would need to buy a new pair of boots before to long. Once his gear was checked and cleaned, Rickard stored it carefully back in the chest and locked it. 

He climbed into the bed while still processing the days events. The lack of leads was the most concerning thing at the moment. People typically just didn't disappear with no reason. Those that did it often came about that they had fled their home in the dead of night. Their reasoning for such varied from they just wanted to leave their home looking for adventure to people wanting to escape a bad living situation. He wasn't sure that was the case for Samuel. Tomorrow he would have to talk with the dress maker and maybe try getting into the silversmiths shop. Those two leads could have some more information. At least if they were related in some way to Samuel's disappearance. It certainly did seem that there was more to the matter than he had expected.

Then there was the Kosara and her ridiculous assumption involving Lady Kathryn. At least that matter should be resolved by tomorrow. He hoped that Kosara would listen to Kathryn anyway. Perhaps it was a cultural norm where the tiefling was from. If she didn't listen and persisted on the assumption however, he was not sure that tomorrow would be as productive of a day as he wanted. [Color=ed1c24][i]Lynda what have I gotten myself into. I don't remember our ventures being this odd. Nor do I remember our traveling companions being as diverse in origin as these folk I've met. Perhaps tomorrow will clear up the questions of the missing town folk.[/i][/color]

Rickard settled down under the covers of the bed, which provided comfort enough for the night. He pushed off the thoughts of the investigation and the wild assumptions of the pale tiefling to welcome the dreams of years long since passed.