Nenio makes a disappointed face about having her interviews cut short, but everyone else is ready to return.

She can interview Dyra, since they're bringing her!

"I suppose I will have to settle for that. Perhaps I can find more subjects for my interviews when we return."

"Perhaps."

Out through some centipedes and back to the tavern.

(Dyra, it transpires, has absolutely no formal theological education, though she has a surprisingly good intuition for Abadaranism despite this. She is delighted to learn that there are names for some of the properties she had observed in her tribe's economy.)

Centipedes! Rope! Dretches! (Lann is somewhat impaired in shooting them by needing to safely set down Dyra first.)

And eventually: the Defender's Heart! Staunton is outside talking to Joran Vhane, the blacksmith. A pair of crusaders is conspicuously making a point of shooting him nasty looks.

Blai doesn't know what to do about people being assholes to each other if he can't reassign some of them to a new fort. He nods politely to the Vhanes on the way past instead.

"—That's the Traitor of Drezen," one of the crusaders tells him in a 'whisper' that's nevertheless loud enough to carry across the yard.

"Ser Staunton is fighting for the side of Heaven." She looks at Blai like she's hoping for backup. 

"So long as any god in the paladin corner will have him so will I."

"If some dwarf god thinks it's fine for his followers to betray people to the demons, so much worse for the dwarf god."

"I have only hearsay about that and so have you."

"It's not like he denies it." 

"I cannot imagine what profit he could expect from trying to have that or any conversation with you, and see now that I too cannot find any. Good day." Into the tavern.

The tavern has started serving dinner by now, and the tables have filled up; many of the people inside are sitting on the ground and balancing their bowls of soup on their laps or the floor. People are still giving Horgus Gwerm a little bit of berth, though somewhat less than they were earlier in the day. Irabeth is meeting with Anevia, Fiducia Rathimus, and another person Blai hasn't met.

For once he doesn't need to get in line for Irabeth's attention! He'll line up for food instead.

Dinner is much the same as yesterday, except that the bread is staler. He doesn't have a token for Dyra, but she immediately sets to attempting to trade with the bartender for dinner, and he's familiar enough with Abadarans to accommodate this.

As soon as they've gotten their dinner, Dyra splits off to talk to the Fiducia, with Lann trailing behind her. Seelah catches the eye of a couple people squeezed in at the end of the table and half-runs to join them; Count Arendae and Woljif both seem to have found people they recognize, though they're in much less of a hurry than Seelah. (Nenio stays near the counter, asking the bartender questions about undead.)

It's nice that they are all cozy. Blai finds a chair someplace and eats dinner as by himself as is plausible in this environment

That's still not very by himself, but no one specifically attempts to start a conversation with him during dinner.

That's okay. Anything come up during the course of the evening?

One of the Erastilians has apparently been tapped to deliver a sermon to the tavern. (The Count departs for their room upstairs at this point.) As Erastilian sermons go, it's fairly generic — lots of language along the lines of 'our home is under attack, those who can fight have a duty to defend those who cannot, but those who cannot may still be able to aid the defense in other ways, and their service will be celebrated in Heaven just the same,' with a few extra lines thrown in about how he also appreciates all the brave foreigners who have come to Kenabres's aid even though Mendev is not their home — but it's definitely not an Asmodean sermon.

That's nice to have an example of.

And at bedtime their room should be for the wizards and the old lady... who might offer to pay for it, but he's not going to bring it up... and some fourth person, maybe Lann because Dyra's comfortable with him?

Does he really mean to ask the Count to sleep on the floor with a bunch of peasants—

Actually, it's probably better this way, it is less likely to give him another present if he's packed into a room full of people, but it would be surprising for him to agree to a slight like that and he can't afford to arouse suspicion.

He raises a questioning eyebrow at the Select. With any luck the Select will have some sort of proposal under which this is not an absurd insult, and he can graciously accept it.

"I am not attached to Lann in particular taking the fourth bed, so long as the Fiducia is comfortable and the wizards get all their spells in the morning, but I don't know her to already have any opinion on you. - I suppose she might offer to sell the spot."

He will signal with his body language that he thinks this is an outrageous slight and depart to find the Fiducia so he can pretend to negotiate with her.