"Alright, we can begin the hint tomorrow, for now, let's drink!"

"Yes!  Drinks!" Osborn takes a deep swig of ale and gestures to the barkeep to keep them coming.

"Well it's rumoured to be the gods' way of making up for our physical shortcomings, such as they are" says Osborn with a genuine smile. "It allows us to enjoy their offerings so much more apparently, I'm not sure I buy that but I'm not complaining!"

Everyone ready for the next day?

(Yep, ready)

(Lets go!)

You all get good rest, waking up in the early morning, to the dwarf you met last night, now in much better spirits, "Wake up everyone," He half shouts, banging a spear against the floor. "Early bird catches the wurm!"

"Wuh?!  Wah!" shouts Osborn, waking up in surprise.  He rubs his eyes and stares at the spear-happy dwarf. "I either neglected to ask your name or I forgot it in the ale; what should we call you, sir?"

He looks at Gromedark nervously, hoping that the bugbear will not react angrily to the awakening.

"Garrund! I may have forgotten to tell you with all the ale in me!"

Orin wakes up, hair a mess and drool down one side of his face.

You all stumble out of your rooms, still feeling a bit of the drinks you had last night. Garrund, still much more jolly than before, already has food on a table in the inn.

Osborn sees Gromedark's voracious appetite and realises that he and Orin may well have taken a larger than fair share the night before.  He paces himself, trying to thread the needle between politeness and (what feels like) starvation.

Osborn's eyes widen and he feels mortified at not noticing Gromedark's faith before.  Keen not to offend, he also bows his head.  After a long awkward silence, he wonders if he is supposed to say something.

"Erm, oh celestial powers, who, erm, grace our tables.  Thaannnnnk yoooouuuu?" He half-prays, half-asks.

"Well I was hoping to catch Krunt before he gets to anyone else." You see his expression darken at the mention of that name, glancing at where his hand used to be.

"Who or what is Krunt?" Orin asks sitting at the table and grabbing a sausage and shoving it in his mouth

"An escaped convict of Blackpool prison, he was last seen fleeing Lewich into the woods, and I came across into him yesterday, it didn't go well.'

"Good thing you ran into us" Orin says mostly between bites, a bit of food falling out of his mouth. 

With the descriptions of his pace an angle, you can determine he was heading towards this town

"He's here?!" exclaims Osborn at the revelation, "Then we should stake out his likely destinations, where do you think he would head first?  Inn, gambling den or, er, lounge?"

"Krunt is a dwarf with black hair, he has a scar on his forehead and a small messy beard, he has a spear and armor he stole from a guard at Blackpool."