Saville raises a mug to Fallion in response to the gripe about cousins.

"I'll keep an eye and ear out for anything that seems you ought to be looking into it."

(I am down.)

(Sure! Ready whenever.)

Fallion nods and stands up.

"I appreciate it, Saville. Come find me again if you obtain new information. Until then, take care."

He heads back to where the other so-called adventurers are gathered at.

Limine enters the tavern. It was a rough journey to Trishdale and a chance to relax would be nice. She is a little shorter than a human and her skin is ivory like a human's. Her hair is black and long and she looks a bit frail. There are only three features that point out her inhumane nature - two ram shaped horns coming out of her temples, a thick, long tail coming from her hind, that is currently coiled around her left leg, and lastly her eyes - two completely dark-blue eyes, with no visible pupil or iris.

She looks around the room for a second and then approaches the bar. "Hello," she says to the bartender, "I am Limine, an adventurer. Do you know of any other adventurers around?"

As the tavern door swings open again, a sunburst orange Tiefling carefully steps backwards over the threshold while spitting three times onto the ground. To some, this may seem like an odd entrance, but Mordekai Lewen has studied enough ancient tomes to know this is the only secure method for not bringing in any evil spirits that you might have gathered from your travels into a new building. 

For those who would give him a closer look, your eyes would be drawn to his shield. It has a large, blue-white start with eight points, encircled. Obviously a symbol for Mystra, the mother of all Magic. When he turns away, you may be surprised to see about a dozen other holy symbols dangling from his neck. He is furthered adorned with Scale Mail covered in various ancient runes (mostly in Celestial for any who can read it) and a bandolier filled with little notebooks. 

As he moves forward, he scoops up his knotted necklace of holy symbols, giving them a quick kiss and muttering some prayer. His words falter a bit and his pleasant smile turns down as he notices Limine's tail and horns. 

"Great, another Tiefling..." he murmurs. "People will probably think we're related or something." 

Mordekai gives Limine a wide birth and moves towards the other end of the bar, waiting for the barkeep to wrap up his conversation. He pretends to not notice Limine while at the same time eavesdropping on her infernal business. 

The barkeep shrugs and points his thumb at a group at the bar. 

“Tieflings seem to be in no short supply. There’s a group forming to explore the Howling Woods.”

Slurb walks in, and asks the barkeep for a cup of ale. "Barkeeper, can you tell me if there are any groups looking for a spellcaster?"

"Thank you." Says Limine and walks towards the group. "Hey, I'm Limine. I heard you're planning to go on an adventure. Can I bother you with my presence while going on it? I promise it will prove to be a wise decision."

Seeing the group of people who are likely adventurers, Slurb walks over to the group, and sits. "Look, you are adventurers. I want in on WHATEVER crazy mission you are going on. I am a sorcerer.

(After Limine and Slurb, how many people and who would be in the group forming? Might be a little big for Mordekai to approach at this point.)

(There is five in the group. With Limine and Slurb, that would equal seven. Since only a maximum of six players can be in one group, you might need to start another one.)

(Dang it. Well, Slurb got there after Limine, so he, upon realizing how many people there was, he leaves for now.)

After eyeing some of the other patrons up and down, Mordekai turns his attention to the barkeep. 

"I say, my good sir, what drink do you recommend to take the weariness of the road off a man's bones? I'll take anything but wine...terrible bad luck to start an adventure with wine. I'll also order any talk of strange disturbances you might have heard of recently. I'm here to investigate some of the alledged strange goings-on."

The barkeep grunts. "I can give you a drink, but rumors come in short supply around here. Here, why don't you try some...Devil's Dew?"

He pours a frothy red liquor into a glass as he scratches his head.

"Now that you're asking, I did indeed hear something. Shallon was complaining the other day about not having enough ore for the forge." 

He then looks expectantly at Mordekai as he opens his palm. 

Mordekai pulls out a few coins and says with a half-hearted smile, "Ah..how...fitting...Cheers."  After taking a gingerly sip (he's afraid of blood), he gestures towards Slurb. "Say there stranger, pull up a chair and share a drink with me. There's research by several monks that suggest drinking alone makes you more susceptible to delusions."

Slurb pulls up a chair. "Well, my friend, what's your name?" after ordering some of the Devil's Dew.

(I can't find a description of Slurb. Could you paint a picture for me?)

(Sure. Big black dragonborn, looks strong, but you can see how haunted he is. Also has several knives and a crossbow on him, and he is literally Jet Black. 

And question, do most people have a haunted one background?) 

(Hello?)