OK - now that the boards are letting me post...
Dashelinil "Dash" Eventide
Sodarin Underwood
Killian Maxwell
The room is filled with the dull roar of conversation. Topics range from the morning's services to the work being done around the temple to the impending caravan visit. The Priests are very friendly, and seek to draw their visitors into conversation. A few of the other non-priests are engaged in conversation with the servants of Lathander, while one pair keeps to themselves, eating in silence.
At your table, the priests chatter excitedly about "So many people have come to help us to keep the peace" and "It's a blessing that the travelers are willing to help us. Praise Lathander for his generosity!"
One, a young man, comments "We're sure to discover what's been happening to the children." and the table falls silent. The priests look at one another, and then to the four of you. A stern woman eyes you each in turn, as if to get an estimation of your natures.
"I am Syan, a sergeant for the city watch. I imagine you've all heard by now about the disappearances?" She tells you what she knows (the info in the prologue).
"We maintain the peace in this city, and tend to the administration of Beregost. Unfortunately, we can't be everywhere at once, and when the caravan comes to town, it draws folks from the outlying regions. The city's population swells, and we're short-handed as a result. The priests, even with long working shifts, can only do so much, and most of our efforts seem to be in apprehending petty thugs and pickpockets who want to take advantage of the crowds and their full purses. We need help - specifically, we need people who can 'blend in' with the visitors and keep an eye out for anything suspicious."
"If you are willing to help us, Lathander would surely bless you for your assistance, and we would compensate you accordingly. Should you discover and prevent further disappearances, you'd be heroes to the people of this town."
Marina
Turning to Marina, she smiles "Sister, I have not seen your face before. Have you been sent here by your Prelate, or are you an itinerant priestess? In either case, welcome to Beregost, and if there is anything I can do to help you during your time here, please don't hesitate to ask."
Savris "Shade" Ko’thari
The next few seconds stretch on as a single bead of sweat rolls down the man's forehead and down his cheek. He nods slowly and carefully, wary of the blades at his neck. In a hoarse voice, he calls out to the door.
"Just... just a minute... I'm getting dressed. Please give me a moment!"
He looks back at you with terror-filled eyes, then glances downward at his pack. In a whisper, he addresses you.
"I have little of value, sir. If you've been sent by Vaclav to collect on my debt, I assure you that I will have the money within a tenday. In my bag - the ledgers - I have it all written down, and I've been keeping up on logging the penalties. It's all there. I just need a few days. Tymora's not been smiling on me lately, and I've had a rough streak at the tables, y'know? The town'll be filled with all manner of marks tomorrow. As few days with the cards, and I'll have all the money I owe your master. I swear!"