OoC:A bit earlier than I wanted to do this, but...
Bron Bekkle enters the Red Dragon Inn, looking about as if he sought someone.
Taking a moment, he announces himself to the room and then takes a seat by the fire, the Barmaid already bringing him a cup of cinnamon tea, as she did whenever he showed his weather-worn face at the Inn.
Spotting one of the ever-present lads that wait for any odd jobs oe errands, Bron waves him over and tosses the boy a shiny Silver coin.
'Young Jordan, go and find me them flks what helped me a few days back, eh...the Elf lass, and the Bard, the feller with the Wolf and thet Tracker, I have need of their ears agin.'