They have acquired a "generously donated" bag for each person, courtesy of the rogue, that is a little pocket dimension though they don’t know what that is. This bag that each of them holds is enchanted to hold coins, and only coins; anything else put in this bag will cease to exist, at least to their eyes.

The room they are in is small and quaint, although it is more than they needed to get a start, the price was fair, a little cheap even, not that anyone would complain about that. It helped them afford all their equipment and training in each of their respective roles. Having little to no memory of their previous life, they were mostly going off of instinct and educated guesses... well... as educated as they can be that is.

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The group wakes in the inn, the "Slumbering Sheep Inn", and it starts like every other day except they can become adventurers, to answer their calling, finally, so they need to officially become adventurers and finally begin their Journey, but they have time before they do that...

Before they awake, they all recall the final part of the memory... it seemed that He, the god of reincarnation, Malcor, was warning them about something... it was something about not trusting an Innkeep.

From their room in the inn, they can hear the drunken laughter and partying as pints of alcohol clash and laughter erupts in the air, the smell of roasted meats and vegetables spreads rapidly and the aroma grows ever more as more people pour into the inn to party, hang out, place bets, and just have fun.