A dwarf Comes flying out in the middle of the glory, looking to be no more than 5’ tall and 200 years old. He hits his head and tumbles, fir all people to see. The dwarf gets up and shakes it off.

I did it! I did it! Yes! Yes! Wait. The man sheaths his Battleaxe. Does anyone know where I can sign up for the coliseum?

A massive half-orc leaning on a wall near the bar chuckles.

"Right here, friend.  You'll be wanting Truth."

The half-orc points to a middle-aged blond woman (I think, don't remember exactly what Truth looks like) sitting at one of the tables.

Truth? What is such a name? Where is she? The dwarf looms around anxiousl, as if he were lost. This is all backwards! Hm. Well, it is that way there. Ok then. The dwarf looks to the woman. Excuse me, Madam, are you Truth? Well, tell me the Truth, where can I sign up?

Bewildered by the Drwarf (@healandhealmore)acting strangely and approaches him as he is finishing his paper work. “Hello friend, I am Bali.” The emerald stonescaled Dragonborn reaches out his hand.” I see you are excited. come have a drink with me, tell me what brings you to the Glory.” He raises his coin pouch on the air shaking it lightly with a large tooth smile. “First ones on me.”

(No I’m Jac, I’m really sorry for the mix up again)

A large blue dragon born from behind the counter takes the coin and puts two drinks on the counter “here you go”

Truth:

(If you don't send everyone to me, you can introduce them yourselves =P )

Gell, the old man sends you to the Tinker's shop for Locksmith's Tools and Basic Poison (25 gp and 100 gp.) Roll any charisma skill to find either scrolls or... <.< Other uncommon items.

Adirak, Truth presents you with a form from her clipboard, which denies any liability to the coliseum and its staff in the event if your untimely... Well, there's a long list of unpleasant fates and their potential causes. Digestion and coins are listed as potential sources of harm.

Adirak goes down the list one by one, seeing something about the Ethereal plane and a Bag of Holding, getting digested by a giant toad, and freezing to death by a very, very, very powerful Lich. He smirks. This is nothing, Madam. Adirak carefully takes sout his axe, and (assuming I need a pen and ink to write with) dips it in the ink needed for the pen needed to write, carefully writing with the Hilt of his axe.

Adirak smiles, and heads over to the bar. One goat milk, please.

(It is times like these that I wish I was like Parabulous.)

Gell tries to tell a wondrous Story that weaves together just enough truth and lies about the need of such goods for particularly dangerous beasts that have gotten out of hand as of late. And if that doesn't work he has plenty of other stories meant to weddle out information.

If you need only one for both: 20. 

If not the first one can be for the poison, and this one can be for the scrolls using the same type of skill: 19.

Gell, you find your way to the Library and Belle, conspiritorially reveals that she does spend some free time practicing her magic. She currently only has one scroll available... (31)... Unseen Servant

"Not the one I was after, but... This could do nicely. How much? Or would you prefer some assistance practicing in exchange?"

He sly starts counting up coin just in case, then pauses at an idea. 

"You would not know of any books on Wyverns here, would you?"

Og walks into the Glory after his match, looking utterly exhausted.  He’ll get his free drink, then immediately track down Roth and give it to him.

”You earned it, friend.  Ye sure can take a beating.”

 Gell, she charges 85 gold.

Your efforts to find purple worm poison nearly get you arrested. (Not really, but you weren't successful =P )

(Oh sure. Drow poison is fine for Bill, but when some ups the ante...)

(Meh! Purple worm poison is so last year... And there's always tomorrow. What about that book wyverns?)

"goat milk" the dragonborn seems curious, he pulls back the ale and looks around for a second "uh, I'm not sure if we have any, would regular milk be ok"

(Did Bill get Drow Poison? I suppose he didn't get arrested for looking if that's what you mean.)

Rothander looks up at Og "Thank ye lad. My kin has always been known for there durability."

"Aye, you sure were a tough bugger to kill.  Ye got quite the well-made shell there."