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Safely at their destination, Kal relaxes down from "hunting party" mode and allows himself to be a tourist again. He takes a good look around the inn...

Perception: 1 + 1 = critfail

*Ah sorry, I was sure I had read that some place...
Ah,i was thinking of Passive score... my bad...

Any ways.

Darr├╝k, now having a base idea of what direction to go in picks up his speed.
Better not let them get into to many problems, as he believes them to be fully capable of.

LAYF, I replied in OOC

Wears - I'll come up with something Were you looking for anything in particular?

No, he doesn't know what he's looking for. Just looking around, because it's a new place with new people and he wants to see what he can learn. Apparently, not much.

Gwen Looks around half heartily, trying to look for the contact. She gets a bit bored and sits down at an empty table, casting minor illusion to entertain herself. She makes a tiny dancer on the table, casting it every six seconds for the next image. It's not fluid in kovement but it will do.
Per: 1D20+1 = [7]+1 = 8

I look around for an open table, and have a seat.

When a server passes by, "Good morning! I know that I at least would like some breakfast, and if I could have a few moments of conversation with the owner, that would be greatly appreciated as well."

Clasping their hand in thanks, I slip three silver into their palm and smile.

Syli excuses herself and heads over to the well to refill her flask and splash some cool water in her face. From there, she pauses to observe the crowd a little bit. The preaching man seems to have used up his allotted time on the platform and is ushered away to make room for a gaudily-dressed halfling who steps up and begins a juggling act for the crowd's amusement. She watches him for a little bit, before a nervous young boy standing near the centre of the square catches her eye. He looks like he might be lost, but so far no-one has offered to help... In fact, a couple of people seem to actively avoid him.

Mehriv, Kal, Gwen and Korrik head inside the Dancing Minstrel. The place is fairly busy for the time of day, but you seem to have arrived between breakfast and lunch and are able to find a large table to fit you all quite easily. With the window shutters closed to keep out the heat of the day, the place is rather dark compared to the beautiful sunshine outside and smells strongly of stale ale, tobacco smoke and cooking meat. A few other groups are already here, talking quietly amongst themselves or enjoying a late breakfast.

Kal once again tries to absorb everything about the Inn, but his companions drag him to a table near the bar before his eyes are properly able to adjust to the dull light.

Gwen casts around looking for whoever it was they were supposed to meet, but doesn't see anyone she recognises so instead entertains herself by playing with a small illusion.

Korrik waits a few moments for a tired-looking teenage serving-boy before stopping the lad and pressing three silver into his hand.

"Good morning! I know that I at least would like some breakfast, and if I could have a few moments of conversation with the owner, that would be greatly appreciated as well."

The boys eyes widen in amazement at the generous tip he's just been given before stammering out a reply:

"Of course sir! Bren- I mean Master Oakfast, is just in the kitchen, I'll ask him to come right away!"

The boy rushes to the backroom and disappears. It would appear that the clientele here are not generous with their money.

After a few moments, a tall, dark-haired human man steps out of the backroom, cleaning his hands on a dishrag as he cheerfully strides to your table.

"Good morning! Sam tells me you were looking to see me. I hope he hasn't caused you any problems already?"

A clatter from the kitchens punctuates Bren's last remark and he sighs.

"Brothers, especially TEENAGE brothers are a nightmare. So, before he sets the kitchens on fire again, why don't you tell me what I can do for you?"

The door to the bar swings open, letting a burst of bright sunshine flood through the door and Darruk arrives. He casts around for a moment, but finds you all easily enough and joins the table.

I stand to my full nearly three feet and nod a quick greeting in the owner's direction. "Indeed! Having been a teenage brother myself, I know the sort of mischief one can get into. However, the lad... Sam was it? ...was quite pleasant and helpful. We'd like to inquire whether some documents intended for us have been left here by an associate. They likely would have been addressed to Mehriv Turajin," I hold a hand out in Mehr's direction, "Or possibly Korrik Tallpine?", as I indicate myself.

Seeing everyones faces and hearing the direction of the conversation Darr├╝k gathers that he came just in time. Satisfied with not having missed anything he simply sits down and listens.
When Korrik receives his food, Darr├╝k feels his own Tommy rumbles and asks the boy for some food and drink.
"Ay lad, how much do ya charge a meal n' some ale?"
Paying the price plus a silver he then sits back, waits for his meal while listening (and eating if it arrives)

Korrik: "Oh! Of course, that's right! I wasn't sure your boat was ever going to make it up here before the tide changed at midsummer, but it seems you made it after all. Give me a moment to wash my hands and I'll fetch your things.

The man you assume is Bren disappears through the back again. A few moments later, Sam returns with a plate of smoked fish, eggs and bread for Korrik. It tastes a little over-spiced and there are small pieces of (hopefully) eggshell in the meal, but it's mostly decent. Darruk (and anyone else who's hungry) orders himself some breakfast for 2sp and the boy is kept busy fetching plates back and forth while you wait for Bren.

[[I'll update again when the others have had a chance to post, but for now at least you know you're not unexpected!]]

I thank Bren as he goes to get our things, and pay the lad when he comes back with my food.

Gwen gets the basic breakfast for 2 sp, and starts eatting while listening on the conversation.

Food for the dragonlord!

Syli knows that she ought to be inside with the others, but something about the boy had her curiosity piqued. A child in the streets, be it an urchin or merely wandering, was no unusual sight, but the way the adults seemed to avoid him... the others could wait, for a moment. Perhaps it was happenstance he was here at the same time as her newfound companions, but she was going to find out for sure. Shifting into the crowd, Syli carefully navigating toward him, attempting to stay out of his sight by maneuvering around the other commoners and travelers, making herself look as just part of the crowd. Loathe as she was to admit it, she was in her element, and her quiet approach was quite natural as she approached close enough to get a better read on the child.

Stealth (+5 [navigate closer to the child without alerting it or others]): 16
Insight (+3 [try to determine if there's anything that stands out about the child]): 15
[rolls]

Kal isn't that hungry, but is curious to try human food. He'll order breakfast.

When the servers are out of earshot, he'll ask his companions, "Is food in the city usually so expensive? Usually we just have a pot of homemade porridge for breakfast. 2 silver seems enough to feed a family."

I shrug, "If our new place has a kitchen, with the right tools and some decent stuff from the markets, I can handle cooking for us going forward."

The group chat over breakfast while they wait for Bren to return. Sam has all the enthusiasm that a good tip can buy from a teenage boy and he hardly gives you a moment's peace until Bren finally comes back and shoos him back into the kitchens with a gentle cuff around the ears.

"Let them eat for Pelor's sake! Sorry about the wait, our safe can be a bit temperamental sometimes! Could be worse though, eh? At least we don't have a rat problem! Here is your certificate of ownership; your traders licence and your keys are... here! I hope that's everything you were expecting? "

Mehriv gives the documents a quick look over, and they do seem to be what he asked for.

"Right, well if there's nothing else I can do for you, I'd best be getting back to the kitchen. We'll have folk arriving for lunch soon and our barman is apparently running late again... Oh! Bless me, I nearly forgot! Your broker, Holm, he's paid for two rooms for you here for a week if you want them while you fix your place up a bit. Said it was a "new client" deal or something. Anyway, let me know if you'll be wanting those. Today's a busy day and I could use the rooms if you don't!"

Outside, Syli wanders around the stalls, blending into the crowd as she moves closer to the podium to get a better and unimposing view of the boy. Now that she's closer, she can see that the boys clothes aren't quite as fine as they seemed from a distance and have worn patches on the elbows and cuffs. As she watches, the boy suddenly bursts into tears and throws his arms around an unsuspecting middle-aged woman who had been bartering at one of the stalls, wailing that he's just come off a ship and has lost his family. The woman seems quite perturbed by the whole affair, but she barely has time to ask what they look like before the boy apparently spots them and takes off across the square. The woman shakes her head and turns back to her purchase before turning and shouting after the boy! It would seem the boy was a thief...

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