This is one of those times when so much has happened I am not able to write it all down. So I’ll just touch on my highest concern.
I went out early to find some light fare with which Elijah can end his fast. (And to look around and get a feel for our situation). The innkeeper looked nervous when he saw me leave.
After a multitude of encounters in the market I concluded that it was sold out of fruit. A function of the army’s presence.
That being the case I found and begged a few pieces from an army mess.
Upon my return to the inn, the innkeeper was gone. Vanished.
And so were my three friends.