Part 4
The rest of the meeting proceeded quickly once the solution came up. The particulars of the plan were put in place, and Eigengrau’s interaction petition was approved by the Gods. Once the petition was wrapped up, the rest of the agenda was discarded and they played an ancient Dwarven drinking game instead, all of them becoming quite sloshed by the morning. It was only as the sun was rising did they realize they went a bit late.
"Looks like it’s time to wrap up." Vaust said between burps. "Vordea, I need to get sober about an hour ago, if you please?"
"You’re no fun." Vordea slurred, half-asleep on a table. "But okay. Drunk be gone!" she said with a laugh. "Sargon, let’s get going."
"Right behind all 3 of you." Sargon said, getting to his feet.
The 2 drunk Gods eventually managed to find the door and leave, and the furniture inside shimmered as Vaust, Eigengrau, and Sirene passed back through the liminal barrier into reality.
"Apprentice, I will be back at the end of winter and we shall make the final arrangements then." Eigengrau said, having returned to her normal personality and appearance. "Enjoy your holiday." Eigengrau then turned and walked towards the door, but vanished mid-step, leaving no trace she was there.
"Well Vaust, seems like it’ll be another busy day as usual. Want a hand?" Sirene said, opening the door and gesturing at the small bundle of people who had arrived overnight outside.
"You’re going to help me for once?" Vaust asked.
"Unless you’d rather do it on your own." Sirene laughed. "I’ll wait the tables, get your ovens fired up old man." Vaust just laughed in response, and went into the kitchen.
"Alright you lot!" Sirene barked, causing the few adventurers to jolt awake from their naps. "The Hissing Lobster is open for business for another day! As I’m feeling generous I have spoken with the Innkeeper and breakfasts are on me today!"
Wasting no time, the gathered crowd started filing in as the Inn’s guests began to file down from upstairs, Vaust having sent the traditional wake-up call at the Inn of opening each door and yelling at them to get up. As in the inn’s dining rooms filled up with guests, Sirene looked around thoughtfully.
"I think I get why he does it." she said quietly. Maybe she would help him more often in the winter, she thought. He could use it, after all.
In the kitchen, Vaust chuckled to himself. He finally got his help, it seemed. They were certainly lucky enough, too.