Regroup

Shut down Trad'erS inn and call everyone, have them meet at the inn in half an hour. We're going to need everyone's help to gather intel and find out who took her and where they took her. Go!." You ordered.

The sudden rush of feeling like you used to feel when you were adventuring washes away whatever drowsiness you had from a lack of sleep, as well as whatever lingering inebriating effects that the illicit substance you had abused for its pleasure last night.

Wicandar shoots up the moment he sees you donning your breastplate and armor. Getting the feeling like he was about to speak, you cut him off before he could start. “Get dressed. Get to the inn. Mila is in trouble.” You stated with absolute clarity to your uncle. You head downstairs and into the basement, retrieving your mace and shield. You exit your humble domicile and march across the field to the Trad’erS inn.