Entering the tavern, Orsik goes straight for the innkeeper.
"Good evening. Pop up the barrel of ale and serve the dwarf that will be in my company as long as it's not empty or he's dead drunk and unconcious. Thank you."
He then sits on the table and waits for others with Mythra, patiently listening how the wine in this outpost is too watered, too strong, too bitter and any other objection Mythra can find.
(OOC: sorry for assuming this bit
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"Greetings all. I see you met with various success. We discovered that the postman recognized the name, but wouldn't say more. He was afraid of strangers and worried about us being 'lawmen'. It seems Derstlin really is in some kind of trouble. What did you find out?"