Jeremiah
Jeremiah thanks Bareil for the information and the meal, then heads out to look at the local blacksmiths. After several bad encounters, the gnome finally finds Olgred the Smith and stays chatting with him for awhile. "I learned my smithing from dwarves when I was adopted by them, you know. Very good metal work they do. I could never use as big of a hammer as my 'father', but my detail work is marvelous. I'd be happy to show you some time. In fact, I'll show you some of the plans I've drawn up for a few clockwork items I saw long ago in my childhood and am trying to replicate again. I just haven't gathered the materials I need to build any of them yet. "
Later on, Jeremiah leaves Olgred's shop with a promise to return soon. He asks after the guard Lattimer and gets directions the area where he could be found. Coming upon the area, he sees a sudden magical display erupt around a human standing there, followed by some of the guards slumping to the ground, seemingly asleep.
Approaching the group, the gnome introduces himself. "Greetings, I am Jeremiah and would like to hear about this mission your group is taking on. I was directed to your patrol and may like to accompany you, if you'll have me of course." Those that are still awake, see a 3 foot, 10 inch tall rock gnome, with gray hair and a moustache and short beard on his chin. He has a leather smiths apron worn over his scale mail armor, and a small mace hangs on one side of his belt, while a small sized shield is slung over his left shoulder. His boots and gloves look well worn, but serviceable, and the crows feet at the corners of his eyes attest to many days outside squinting in the sunlight. He smiles, looking up at the group with a curious gaze, wondering how they'll react to him.