The Dragon's Jaw Inn

[Aguirre]

Walfilbalf looks back to Zerash after watching Fat Tom's visitors enter and go in the back with him. "Yer always wantin' ta tell somebody sumpin' in private..."

After a pause, he speaks again, "Maybe it'd be best fer ya not ta come long an' see da boy's mudder. She's probably plenty worried, an' seein' a lizard in 'er house may not 'elp none. Sure she'd be fine with ya 'ventually, but fer da sake o' makin' dis quick, might be better fer ya not to go in."

"Maybe ya can go tell that wizard feller that we gotta go find dis ranger, 'fore we can think 'o helpin' 'em."

 

[Zildrax]

Zerash looks amused by Walfilbalf's comment. "It would seem so, wouldn't it?"

"And yes, you may be right about the boys mother. Very well, you can all go and see her, I shall inform the mage."

"Ah, also, Rachelle, since I cannot cast spells for awhile, perhaps you'd like to borrow my scrolls? They do me little good right now."

 

[Zildrax]

"Ah, also...might it not be wise to hire a tracker to aid us? Without Durg, tracking on our own will be quite difficult. Of course this means not only do we not gain any profit for this task, but we actually lose it, however...it's preferable to getting lost, or spending days searching only to turn up nothing."

 

[Aguirre]

Walfilbalf considers,the nods, "Ya know, that ain' such a bad idea. Wouldn't be no good ta get lose ourselves, while we're lookin' fer a lost ranger. If 'e can't find 'is way back, what chance we got?"

"Still, dis woman ain' gonna be payin' us nothin', so it'll come outta our own pockets, if'n we do. We don' need someone what can fight like Durg, though. We jus' need a woodsman what can show us 'round. Don' suppose it should cost too much fer a couple day's work, eh?"

 

[Aguirre]

Walfilbalf lifts himself up to his feet with a grunt, "Well, s'pose we can look inta dat woodsman business lat'r on. Fer da time, me an' Rora can go an' find da mudder o' this ranger feller..." He pauses, then looks to Eroria, "that is, if ye wanna come. May be more comfortable-like fer ya ta be there, even if ya don' say much."

 

[Zildrax]

"Very well then, I shall inform Lonis of our decision. Rachelle, my scrolls are available for you to take when you require them."

He stands up, gives a quick bow to everyone present, and then heads out the door of the bar, towards the location Lonis said he would be waiting.

 

[Northman]

Zerash walks across the townsquare to the Foam and Fire Tavern. Inside you see Fennul Goodman, who introduces himself with a nod. When you ask about Lonis he nods and says, "Yeah, I'll fetch him, hold on."

Goodman calls for his ten year old son who runs out the back. A few minutes later the boy returns with Lonis behind him. Lonis is smiling and motions to Goodman who points to the back of the tavern where a heavy black curtain hangs. Lonis pushes it aside to reveal a small room with one table, benches, and a single flickering lamp that sheds just enough light to see by inside.

Lonis sits down eagerly and says, "That was quick. I knew you were the type to know a good thing when you hear it. By tonight, you'll have my object and you'll have your gold."

He smiles.

 

[Zildrax]

Zerash shakes his head sympathetically.

"I am sorry, Lonis, but there are other things that require our attention right now. Perhaps later, although if you have others intrested in your offer, do not wait for us, for we can make no promises. We will, as agreed, not tell anyone of what you confided in us."

He calmly awaits a response, not wishing to be rude.

 

[Eroria]

Eroria sighs, and looks down, shaking her head. Then she takes a deep breath. "I can go."

She rises slowly.

 

[Northman]

Lonis, deflated, slumps his shoulders. He nods his head, rises, and walks out the back door.