A nondescript halfling exits the tavern and zips away. A minute or so later, two short warriors walk out of the tavern whispering about "lucrative business opportunities" and "risk-profit ratios". The first is Ogrin, a halfling scoundrel; the second is Rasereit Vundinn, a dwarven barbarian, last of his clan. Both are well-known adventurers in Orussus.
"Oi Razh, wait up. I'll need to pick up my stuff on the way to the harbour."
The dwarf stops dead in his tracks. His eyes narrows in a suspicious look. "Did ye say... harbour?"
Exasperated, the halfing continues: "Oh, come on, Razh! We're going north to Västermarch. The best way to get there is by ship. Since the Water dragon is in the harbour, and she's heading north anyway, we should take advantage of it! Besides, the sea breeze'll do ya good."
Both are quiet for a long time, staring at each other. Then the dwarf speaks up.
"I'll be bringing me horse."
Ogrin rolls his eyes. "Fine! But you'll muck the cargo hold clean afterwards. Now let's go. There's only a few hours before the Water dragon is set to launch and I have errands to finish."
The two adventurers continue on their way.
OOC: I have a few things to fix up in my inventory before I leave as I never finished shopping after the last adventure. Shouldn't take long though.
OOC2: Never mind that, done!