"Where else would I go?" she asked, frowning. "Besides, I trust you and your friends to deal with all this madness. Harald is getting impatient, though. It's frightening to anyone to have trogs and... worse things, living in your cellar. Do you think you'll have them all cleared out soon?"
She smiled at Grumm. Just then, Harald came in from outside. "Grumm, friend," he said, "would you mind giving me a hand? Seems someone used up all my oil, so I've had to get more, and toting the barrel to the cellar is a two man job."
"What did you use all that oil for, anyway?" asked Irena.
Sometime during Arven's recovery, Timorel will bring this topic up with the crew.
Until we know where those two portals lead, it's impossible to know if we've eliminated the danger to the inn. We should probably tell the town about them, or leave an "In case of TPK" letter informing them. If there is a TPK and we don't, then we're leaving the town vulnerable to an unknown and possibly quite serious danger.
OOC: As Arven heals he takes the time to write a letter to his superiors back at the monastery informing them of his progress, he describes the eldrich weirdness that he feels from the caves below, of the mystery and confusion, He must let the world know that the "Truth is out there". And while he is at it he is going to once again put in his request to borrow a holy relic of power to use against the darkness, say the monasteries "Hand or eye of Vecna" or some such similar minor trifle.
Player: I drink the potion! DM: Are you sure you want to do that? Player: Um, no. Maybe, Why, do you think it would be stupid?