Traever trips while scrambling away and tumbles to the dirt.

"Trae, are you alright?"his mother asks.

The young boy rolls up onto his feet and with a wicked sneer says, "Yes, mother. Never better." He slips into a defensive posture, too practiced and too sure for someone his age. "Try and catch me!" he growls playfully to Cath.

In the pauses the group takes between their words, Arutha spots the Grumblestone twins make a left toward the dock. 

Cath looks at the boy.

"Me thinks I won't be catchin ye little one.  Ye are of the elfin blood, young and quick while I be of dwarven blood and be old and slow but sturdy.  Besides the inn approaches."

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"Not sure friend," says the half-orc blacksmith named Ooog to Gramdal. "In Baldur's Gate, everyone has a score to settle." He laughs.

 Gramdal gives a nod and approaches the blacksmith. "So I take it this sort of thing is common then?" He looks around a moment. "Maybe just here outside the wall?"

"Yer right there, friend. No worse place to be than in the shadow of wealth." Ooog returns to his anvil. A moment later he pauses and looks up. "Yer needin' some work done? Armor? Shield?" The half-orc looks Gramdal over. With a wry look in his eye, he adds, "Be it a slender blade?"

"Are you going inside with us?" Traever asks Cath.

"Oh, please say, yes!" his sister Sarahlle says, tugging on your clothes.

"The both of you stop it. At once!" Kaiylin is beside herself with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she mouths.

Cath looks at them. "Tis fine me lady.  Yes I be going with ye because you be actually going with me!  This 'ere inn's been me destination the whole time.  I be always staying at the Purple Wyrm when I visit the Gate. I be hoping the owner be remembering me though it be quite some time since me was last in the city."

Arutha looks around and smiles once more at the mother and children. "I must go meet my companions at the docks for a job. If you need me I will be there for now." He bows to them in respect.

Kaiylin expresses her deepest gratitude one last time. "Fair winds, adventurer. If you should ever find yourself near here, be sure to stop in to say hello." She regards each member of the adventuring party with the same admiration. "You have given me hope. And for that I thank ye."

Sarahlle smiles wide. Her eyes sparkle. "Good bye. Rutha!"

Traever stuffs his hands into his arms. "Go. Nobody ever stays anyway."

"Mama did," his sister replies, sticking her tongue out.

Arutha nods one more time and heads in the direction of the docks following where he saw the brothers go a few minutes before. He jogs lightly in hopes of catching up to them before they reach the docks. He carefully watches the people around him in case a pick pocket attempts to steal what coin he carries. (passive perception 11)

Alert to the people around you, Arutha notices nothing out of the ordinary as you head toward the docks in the Lower City. And, no one pays particular attention to you. You are just another adventurer in the city.

For those in the party entering the Purple Wyrm Inn, the place is just as you imagined it would be or remember it to be. Loud. Busy. Friendly to adventurers and deadly to cutthroats. 

You suddenly hear a cantankerous voice shouting from across the tavern hall. A small light-on-his-foot halfling leaps over the bar counter and dashes to you. The small person actually seems to shrink the closer he gets. Is this some  trick of the eye? The lightning? How can this—

“Ho, ho, adventurer. I am Gripplgold Tilldawn, wanderer, Harper, and proprietor of the Purple Wyrm, at your service. Might I interest you in a mug of our frothy mead, a loaf of our rosemary bread… perhaps a wild tale of adventure by the roaring fire? Have a look around. Sit where you like. The place is yours!”

Norvalor is elated by the environment of fellow adventures and comradery he turns toward his traveling companions and says " lets get us a drinks shall we?"

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"Yer right there, friend. No worse place to be than in the shadow of wealth." Ooog returns to his anvil. A moment later he pauses and looks up. "Yer needin' some work done? Armor? Shield?" The half-orc looks Gramdal over. With a wry look in his eye, he adds, "Be it a slender blade?"

 Gramdal crossed his arms and thought for a moment "I'm always lookin' for better armor. I've got a decent set of leathers right now, but if ya got something better, I'll be interested." At the mention of a slender blade, the dwarf arches his brow "Aye, a good slender subtle blade is a fine tool tae take a look at"

"What ye be lookin' for?" Ooog asks Gramdal. He sets his tools aside, wipes his hands off with a dirty rag, and ducks inside his workroom, shouting over his shoulder. "Yer welcome to take a look at what's already made, friend. I've got a few weapons and armor you might be interested in purchasin'."

Arriving at the docks Arutha begins to walk along them attempting to find the Iron Troubadour. After a few minutes he approaches a small child and asks him where it could be found.

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You suddenly hear a cantankerous voice shouting from across the tavern hall. A small light-on-his-foot halfling leaps over the bar counter and dashes to you. The small person actually seems to shrink the closer he gets. Is this some  trick of the eye? The lightning? How can this—

“Ho, ho, adventurer. I am Gripplgold Tilldawn, wanderer, Harper, and proprietor of the Purple Wyrm, at your service. Might I interest you in a mug of our frothy mead, a loaf of our rosemary bread… perhaps a wild tale of adventure by the roaring fire? Have a look around. Sit where you like. The place is yours!”

"Hail and well met me friend Gripplgold.  Tis been a while since I last seen ya. If yer mead and bread is a good a me last time I ate it then bring us some.  And then whens ye have a moment I'd like to ye to speak with me and me friends."

Cath selects a large table that fits us all.  And then catching Gripplgold  before he can scamper off again.

"Oh, eh, and some juice or something proper for these kids eh?  Mead's probably not the best for em."

OOC is Zavakk still with us?

With a wink and a clap, Gripplgold sets off to scrounge up a friendly bar maid to help him with the order. He salutes Cath from afar. "Yes, adventurer. I do remember ye!"

In the meantime, Kaiylin wanders through the tavern hall, taking in the atmosphere, reminiscing. Sarahlle is impressed by all the ways people dress, the sounds of roaring laughter from every table the group walks by on the way to the table you've selected. Ever watchful, Traever keeps his drow eyes moving patron to person, counting the weapon types glistening under the torchlight and where they're kept.

OOC. Zavakk is not with you. The general relieved the soldiers from duty for the night. He took over security detail.

This small child Arutha spots is grubby, a street urchin. "It'll cost ye. One silver piece. Four if you want to me take you." He can't be older than ten summers.