After finishing his meal he would stand up from the table "Well my friend I myself will be turning in, I hope you find the work you're looking for." Darien brings his plate/bowl to the counter and asks about what room he is in then heads up there for the night.
Having lost the contest Flint will down his ale and look sternly at Rok', "Can I call you Rok'?" With out waiting for an answer "Rok' you look capable of handling yourself in the wilds." With a short pause, "I can't believe what I am about to ask but, would you like to travel and fight with an old dwarf?"
Rok'Bohr's carefree smile seemed to fade more and more each time Flint referred to him as Rok. When the dwarf asked to travel with him, Rok'bohr's grin returned. "Rok'Bohr glad to travel with new friend Flint Ironfist! But..." his smile faded momentarily as he spoke his next words with a tone as if he were explaining something very important to a child. "Rock'Bohr is not rock. Rok'Bohr is Rok'Bohr." With that said, his jovial smile returned.
It wasn't long after that he noticed a kobold watching them from nearby. Turning in his chair rather abruptly, he extended his hand toward the kobold, whom he had heard speaking common and another language usually unaffiliated with the race. His smile was goofy and full of mirth. "Hi! Rok'Bohr!"
The Tavern is starting to cut people off as they don't want to be responsible for any overly drunk patrons and have any damage to their place of business.
Your room is number is 2 sir here is the key. Each room including your room is full with a bear skin rug on the floor, a wooden bed, Closet, reading desk by the bed with a candle in it and a simple mattress with a pillow but more heavy sheets for the winter.
Darien sighs with relief and takes off his armor and weapons setting them in the closet and laying down holding the chisel with his clan's mark smiling before setting it on the desk and going to sleep.
(I'll give my stuff for when everyone has had their rest)
As morning rises Darien grabs his gear and puts his armor back on and heads downstairs for breakfast paying whatever the cost is sitting down and enjoying the meal.
Scorch would stand up and make his way to the half orc. "Hello! Scorch" the kobold would say pointing a clawed thumb towards his own chest before giving him a wink and causing a small flame to appear at the and of claw on his thumb. "Watching the two of you has been quite entertaining, what brings the two of you into town? I myself am looking for a good way to make some coin and havn't found a good way of doing it yet" he kobold would sigh before taking a seat at their table.
In the morning a lot of the snow has been cleared up it is now up to 1 ft. Some of the capitals wizards from nearby used their magic to melt the snow. some of the citizens went back to their stalls and shops/smithery during the night. to be ready to open at 9:00 AM. Darien is served his meal they are serving boar today with rye bread and eggs as it was purchased from the hunter's stall. (he does up to 3-6 fresh kills a day and butchers the meat at times). When you all rest this is what happens I assume you all are staying the night
In the early morning cold a tiefling woman walks into the inn. She has red skin and horn that grow tall curving slightly back, jet black hair and eyes. She is wearing black chain mail and carries a large glaive with a wickedly curving blade, as well as a long sword on her back and a travelers pack. After a brief look around the room she walks up to one of the tavern girls and whispers something to them then says aloud. Breakfast would be wonderful! Thank you. She gives the girl a wink and walks to a table.
After finishing his conversation and going to bed, the kobold would make his way downstairs and order some breakfast as well, taking a seat next to Darien. "Hey buddy, So what are we doing today? I mean.. we are best friends now right?" Scorch would say with a smile.