You look at the beautiful elven female and see that she is sitting at a large table with two (2) half-orc males. There are six (6) chairs at the table with three (3) of them filled. They seem to be enjoying their conversation with the elven woman smiling and laughing quietly to something the older half-orc is saying. (He's the one with the white hair.) 

"Welcome, welcome..." the barkeep named Fancir says as you walk in, "...a table or will you be joining me at the bar today?"

"we aren't staying long. Have you heard of the well of dreams?"

"Ah..well, what can I get you, friend?" He stammers out before asking in a hushed voice, "The Well of Dreams? I have heard some tales of this place, hidden in the Marshlands, only available under the light of a sacred moon." He looks over your group as if he is sizing you up. Not for a fight, but as if he is seeing you for the first time.

"What I can tell you is you have come to the right place for your information. For if you are to traverse the Marshlands safely, you need the help of the Laughingtop clan. My family has safely lived hidden in the Marshlands for ages. And with Dragconic patrols and Yuan-ti half-bloods coursing through, you'll need all the help you can get...especially if you're looking for a place of legend." 

// insight check? to see if he just wants to get some greedy fingers in on it 1+3=4 stupid fumble//

"how would they be helping us exactly?"

"Just by helping you navigate through the more treacherous parts of the Marshes and swamp. My brother Tomlir  knows the area well and would love to have some company on his travels." He hands you a small locket, eyes wide as they usually are for halflings when they hold something shiny. "Let him know Fancir sent you."

The locket was small as if made for a child. It was made of iron and had gold plating that was flaking off. There was a small pearl in the center of the locket. 

"Where would I find Tomlir? Is he in the marshland?"

I take the locket and lift it up gesturing to it.

"what's this for?"

Argo enters the dimly lit tavern and his face immediately scrunches at the cacophony of odors. He had learned that city folk actually like the pungent musk of stews and sauces that were more sugar or salt than anything else, he just did not understand it. For a treat, sure, but a whole meal of overwhelmed food? The tongue could no longer taste the nuance of actual, fresh food once it was so constantly inundated with spice.

He sat at one edge of the bar, positioning himself to get as good a look around as possible. He keeps a wary eye on the tavern patrons, looking to see if any show undue interest in Argo or his companions.

(Insight? Perception? Either way, the total is 21)

He overhears the Elf immediately reveal the object of their quest to a complete stranger in a town crawling with the Dragon's informants and thinks to himself, We are all going to die...

(OOG sorry about being gone all weekend. Our game night got canceled because of sicknesses and we ended up drinking and playing Munchkin. I somehow hurt my back and was laid up all weekend Netflixing with Miss Gmoat. Btw, 13 Reasons Why is really good...sad, but kind of powerful. Super sad, though. Anyways, to top things off I woke up this morning and started walking downstairs and fell... I hate this day so much, so let's get into it today so I can forget my woes of this past weekend AND this morning. lol)

Argo, you notice that there is someone keeping their eye trained on you and the party sitting at the bar. It's the beautiful elf woman. She tries to hide behind her laughter and smiles with her orcish companions, she notices your eyes scanning the room and promptly puts her head down and dives back into her conversation with her table mates.

 "Yes, you'll find him at the Cay of Marshes, it's a small tavern outside of the Marshlands. You won't be able to miss it" Fancir looks around and leans closer, "And it's for you to give to him so he will help you, silly drow!"

"thank you." 

I start to go round up the party. "Let's go, our business is done here. We are going to a tavern by the marshland. Someone can help us there."

"Gnomes." I say under my breath with a bit of disgust at his cheery-ness while shaking my head.

You grab the locket and start walking towards the rest of your party. 

(OOG where do you place the locket?) 

(OOG: i haven't put it away yet)

(OOG Okay, just checking...) 

'Alright, to the marsh then?'

"Yes, there is nothing else here for us." 

(OOG: have to make sure everyone is cool with it though xD)

(OOG Okay, if your party is leaving the tavern and city I need to know where you're going and how you're going to get there. If there is anything else you want to do, don't be afraid to speak up as well.)

Rylei starts to walk over to the beautiful elven female, but then starts to see the group leaving. 

"Wa..wait. Shouldn't we ask everyone here if they may have heard something?" 

// So sorry guys! I am the absolute worst. I had hectic stuff go on the past few days. If you guys are ready to move on. I will gladly just push Rylei out the door. My fault for missing posts//

(do you buddy want to go talk to the women go ahead OOG I'm really curious about her, in game I don't know she was looking at us. I was just under the impression I was the only one who wanted to go to the tavern and no problem man :)  )

"We may not be able to trust everyone in here. However, I took a shot in the dark as well, go ahead."

Rylei nods with a smile and walks over to the table.

"Evening, gentlemen and lady. May I sit?" he asks.

"No, you may not!" The elven woman says. They all look at you, no longer with smiles but with annoyance. The older half-orc puts his hand on the pommel of his weapon he had at his side, barring his teeth. 

"Whoa whoa!" Rylei puts his hands up in defense in response to the half-orc reaching for his weapon. "There is no need for that. I just saw some open spots and was just gonna ask any of you knew about something" He lets out a nervous laugh.