OOC: Terribly sorry, it moved along much faster than I thought it would. Rasereit is in, and I will be paying much closer attention now.
Just outside of the tavern, a surly dwarf with violently red hair walks up from an alley, apparently back from a shopping trip as he is bearing some very shiny, expensive looking equipment. He spots someone he knows and calls out, "Oy! Ogrin, me mate! Whatcha been doin'?" Ogrin fills him in. "Ah... Well, Ah cain't say Ah'm too great at figgerin' out intrigue an' mystery an' such, but Ah'm looking t'try out me new gear. Got room fer a crazy Vundinn in yer group, Hallidor, sir?"
Assuming Hallidor agrees, Razh puts out his hand for a hearty shake. "Alrigh' then! Le's do this, mates!" He pockets the 50 gold.