Caix smiles at Erek's explanation of Lady Tymora.  "She sounds like the perfect Goddess for me!  Lady Luck has been good to me lately."  She reaches to her coin purse and follows Threestring's lead and drops 3 coppers in the alms box.  

Nodding at Zimm, "Yes, good morning to you.  Eventful night.  Hopefully we won't run into anymore trolls today though."  

Then glancing at Olearys, "Good morning friend.  I've ordered some bread and fruit too should you wish to share some."

(I always have to copy, refresh to check to see if I missed anything new, then paste and post.  Still undoubtedly overlap though)

The ever busy Bonnie arrives at the table with your breakfast meals and drinks, before running off to pick up another platter for another table.

Zimm smacks the table when he sees Olaerys, shaking everyone's plates and cups.  "There he is!  Olaerys, the troll shover; hero of Greengrass Eve; paladin of gravity and long drops."

Looking back to the group at large, "So how did the midnight hunt fare?  As we are still looking for Floon, one would surmise we did not find Floon?"  He opens his mouth to continue... but pauses with 1000 yard stare as a foul smell from the tavern floor threatens to turn his stomach again.  After regaining composure, he continues, "Did we pick up any leads?"

Caix nods to the others, "We decided it was best to continue with the group, but Yes we discovered a little more.  It appears he stayed late gambling and drinking with a Noble by the name of Neverember. Leaving quite drunk.  The bartender spotted a couple others follow them out shortly after headed in the direction of Candle Lane.  Didn't look good.  The situation does seem dire, but more than we could handle on our own." She relays, then reaches out for a piece of bread and fruit, moving hers towards to middle of the table for everyone to share.  

Recognizing the look from her prior experience as a cook, she passes Zimm a piece of bread.  "Here, the fresh smell of the bread should help a little."

"A copper for the Lady returns tenfold in gold." Erek repeats when Caix drops a coin in. There's a few moments of silence, and he adds cheerily, "...eventually!"

Smiling at Erek, "I have had a lucky life, not always good luck, but a lucky one.  I've found it comes back around.  But a Goddess of Luck.  I'd never known."

"Well. If you've got an hour to spare and would like to become one of the faithful of Tymora, I can officially welcome you and baptize you in the name of Lady Luck."

Thaddeus shakes his head “I don’t like to rely on luck. Not that I don’t believe in it, but I’d much rather put my faith in practice, training, and skill. Luck can easily turn the other way. I also don’t much pay attention to the gods. They don’t bother me, and I don’t bother them. If there’s any I pray to at all it’s Helm for protection when needed.”

He accepts the cups of coffee and eats some bread and fruit but doesn’t eat a large breakfast. He sits quietly and thinks as the group awaits the 6th member to join them.

"Well, of course!" There's a laugh. "We don't ask you just to rely on luck. That would be silly."

After a few moments of thought the professor nods solemnly to the tiefling and tosses in a gold dragon. “Good point, and the way things are going... we’ll need all the luck we can get.” He frowns and lapses back into thoughtful, worried silence.

"There's a difference between being bold and daring, and foolish, friend." His eyes widen at the dragon his way. Before smiling. "A gold to the Lady leads to, well. Who knows. But certainly somewhere good."

Zimm slipped a single golden dragon into his palm and pulled together some of the hazy memories of last night.  Someone had bartered with Volo to get each of us a one extra gold piece.  Who had that been?  The kid with the pet rat, maybe?  It was too much a blur.  Zimm wasn't superstitious.  Sure, the gods were real enough, but to depend on them solely for one's passing or failing is folly.  Luck, even steered by a goddess of luck, is no star to follow.  Zimm is not superstitious.  And yet... that inexplicable extra gold piece....

Without a word, Zimm flips the gold dragon to Erek.

Creach suddenly swoops into the dining area, eyes bright and alert, blinks at the new arrival, then shrugs and addresses the group;

”Right then, busy day today. What with missing Floon and all. Ooohhh Is that coffee? Never had any before. Could I get a cup please?”

"Thank you, my friends. You have done a lot of good. There are more of those down on their luck than need be. Even in the City of Splendors."

As the coffee works it’s way into his system, Thaddeus begins to perk up and regain his friendly disposition. He smiles as a thought occurs to him, “If ever there is a god to whom I would serve and freely give a daily offering, it is coffee. Praise be the Coffee!”

"praise be the coffee!" He echoes with a laugh. "But down to business. The more time that ticks away, the more bleak the ending to this tale may be"

"Indeed."  Vimm takes a long drag of coffee and sets the mug down pointedly.  "I thank those who went on the midnight hunt for Floon last night.  But I still have not heard what - if anything - turned up."  He looks around the table, and it is apparent by the people he looks at that he is not sure who actually went on this mission... but he is trying real hard and failing not to let that on, as his gaze lingers a bit too long on the wrong faces.  "Do we have any leads at all?"

Creach, having downed three cups of coffee, a manic twitch in his eye, and reaching for a third says;

”Soheylookwegottagettocandlelanebecausethatswherethebartenderatthatbarwhatwasitcalledcaixanywaythatsourbestlead *deep inhale* andweshouldreallyheadoutsoonbeforethetrailgoescoldright? Right?”

Erek stares blankly.

"What."

“Ohyeahyou’renewaren’tyousobasicallywhathappenedis,lastnightwewentandkilledthistrollright? SothisguyVolocomesuptousandsayshe’sgotajobforusbecausehisfriendwentmissing. Soweagreedcausehepaidverywellandwesplitupandwefojndoutthisguywenttosomebarbeforebasicallygettingmiggedandthat’sasfaraswegot.”