The Dancing Griffon
All of the future companions find themselves in the Tavern/bar section of the Dancing Griffon, sampling the loacl stock of ale, as well as some imported ale... all of which the dwarves find to be a little less then to their liking. Humans just rushed things to much!
Tiptoe walks into the bar and finds that other then a couple of town folk he recognizes, there is a table in the common area of the inn with two dwarves sitting at it, drinking ale, and a human standing over them, yet to sit down. If any were to be adventurers, these were them, for who better to clear out an infestation problem then dwarves! He takes a minute to look at the copy of the contract that he had signed for the secretary and recalls her words.
"Now, remember this. That there piece of paper is your ticket to be welcome in any shop or business establishment in the town. The shop owners now that they have a good income from the Caverns and do not want to do anythingt o disrupt that, so if any of them give you trouble, showe them that piece of paper, and they should treat you real nice... if not, come back to me and tell me. The Mayer has a strict policy about the Caverners."
Of course, the prospect of meeting dwarves again is both exciting and fearfull for tiptoe. He's just not used to that sort of company.
A waitress, that had smelled the enterance of Tiptoe, walks up to him and address him with a manner that just this side of friendly. "Aye, little one. The trash is in the back, as it always is... unless you are here for other purposes?"