"My name is Leo," he finally introduced himself after deciding it did not matter if they were charlatans or real diviners. It wasn't as if he was there for that.
"Burgan," said the man who pulled out the Baizin charcoal.
"Harambe," said the old man with gray hair who was fishing.
"Are you guys planning on staying at the Inn for a while?" Leo asked, curious about their plans. There were only a few guests left at the Inn, so he could finally take some time to get to know his guests once more.
"Well, we need to decide what we're going to be doing first. Do we head back, do we wait, do we try to help in some other way," said Burgan while he stored his newfound treasure away.
"If it were any other emergency, I'd say we sit and take a vacation," Harambe chimed in. "But a realm war is different. If we don't report back at all, the realm owners may put bounties out on us and declare us criminals. It's very annoying."