"How about four family pies? We'll see how they land."

Dornikal puts his hand on Garvey's shoulder,

"Aye'm okay trusting ye, if ye three want to stick together."

Randy looks slightly surprised. "Eh, what's that? " Shakes his head in the negative. ""Not my intent at all.  I was thinking more along the lines of 'apprentice/teacher', but if you'd rather bunk with your friends, I won't oppose it.  We have to start trusting you 3 some time.  You'll either stick or you won't.  We're not keeping you prisoners, just offering an alternative to what you had before.  If you 3 would rather chance it on your own, that'll be your decision.  If you go with us, well, it probably won't be safe either, but it won't be boring.  And you wouldn't have to be looking over your shoulder for the law."  Randy pauses and thinks about some of their past adventures. "Well. Most likely you won't have to be looking over shoulder for the law." He gives a little chuckle . He gives Hank a comradely slap on the shoulder. "Go talk it over with your friends and let us know what kind of arrangements you want."

Hank gives Randy a grin, "I'm glad, but like I said, couldn't fault you if it wasn't. I know Garvey and I really do appreciate the chance... and a chance to make sure that Bimmfur gets a better raising than he would have otherwise."

He heads over to chat with Garvey, the two of them looking over to where Bimmfur is making friends with an old hound curled up next to the old man by the hearth. The dog seems a bit more alert and attentive than the man, who has resumed snoring.

Garvey confirms with Dornikal, "Yeah, we'll get our own room for now. Probably ought to talk things over with Hank and the boy."

((So nothing to eat now, 4 family pies and a chicken and tater dish for dinner in a few hours. Room for the 3 NPCs, how else you divvying things up? All together? Smalls in a gnome scaled room?))

 “Yeah, I guess I can make myself wait until the others eat,” he says with a grin.  
“I do not recognize the name, but I’m sure a few relatives like to travel around as much as I do.”

 Colin will prefer an appropriately sized room.

When the group is mainly alone he will also add, “we, as a group, have again accumulated quite a few items. Now that we’re in a bigger city, we should take inventory and figure out what we need to sell, so we’ll be walking around a little lighter in the backpacks and a little heavier in the purses.”

Dornikal give Garvey a smile and nod while he sits and goes through the names of the people he will need to visit while in town and then a list of the names of the people he should visit and then a list of the people he would like to visit and finally a list of people he would like to avoid.

"Are we planning on staying here for more or less than three months?"

He asks the group in general, before then asking,

"Do we have plans to go anywhere after this? Aye actually need to get to meh clanhold to figure..."

He trails off and whispers a prayer.

To Coljin he'll say,

"Aye have a good number of gems that belong to group that aye will see about converting to coin. And a bag of holding full of things to sell. Aye know people aye can sell to and get a good price."

((And I, will need to review Dornikal's inventory list. I have vague memories of plans to sell things...? I will get back to you.))

((Okay. After re-reading everything after we killed the coweaters until when we left the dragonborn tribe, I found no mention of Dornikal giving them all of the metal items in the bag of holding. That means we have nearly 350lbs of armor and weapons to sell, 2700 GP worth, more than 3/4 of which is from plate and half-plate. Not likely to get retail on it though, but still.))

((Looks like Randy is going to be lodging by himself then?))  "I'll go through my pack as well.  I've definitely got some things that I'm never going to use."

((He can if he wants, or could bunk with Dornikal or the NPCs, if the gnomes are getting a gnome sized room?))

 "Ye with meh Randy? Get a double, or ye gnomes what to enjoy some big beds in a four?"

Dornikal asks while shoving his hand into the bag of holding and pulling out an axe, then a spear, then a short sword, then another short sword, then another short sword and then another short sword.

"...why did aye think we'd need so many swords?"

He pulls out another spear,

"And spears? Did we think we'd need to arm a militia?"

Dornikal asks, clearly not remembering the point of all the weapons.

"Ah! But this is something worth," he grunts as he lugs out a chunk of platemail "keeping to sell."

He lets it drop back in.

Ulmwin for sure sounds glad to have a "gnome sized" room, jumping on the opportunity.

"Finally, chairs I won't have to climb..."

Randy agrees to room with Dornikal.  "Whenever we get ready to sell the stuff, I'll get it out of my pack.  Hank, you may want to look some of it over and see if you want any of it.  I've a couple of short swords that you could use, for example."

"Oh, we'll not be arming any militia's in my common room, please." 

Evelyn hands Dornikal a broom and dustpan. "I'm hoping that was dirt that fell of your spear. Rubbish bin is just through there."

"If you're wanting any of that cleaned or polished, I can have some of the older boys see to it."

Hank nods, "Sure, I could take a look."

Dornikal looks sheepishly down at the pile of gear.

"Aye, uh, was pretty sure it was all clean when aye put it in there..."

He coughs,

"Aye, probably should get it oiled."

He will grab the broom and dustpan and start cleaning up his mess, which probably isn't dirt since they got them in the middle of a desert.

((Dornikal is ready to have dinner, have a bath, get to bed early and rise early so he can start his visits around town.))

Randy pulls out his remaining short sword  (which has been properly maintained) and shows Hank the scale mail and shield and extra bedroll (where did that come from?). "Any of this look good? The scale mail gives good protection, but cuts down on your stealth." 

Dornikal looks up from his sweeping,

"Aye'm pretty sure there was a breastplate in the bag if ye want to be sneaky."

"Maybe can try them both out and see how they fit?", Hank suggests, helping with the tidying.

"If you're decided on the two doubles and a triple, that'll total 3 gold 5 silver. That does come with a complimentary serving of porridge, bread and tea for breakfast, though you can always add onto that if you want some bacon or sausage or the like. If you're splitting that out, it's a gold each for the doubles, and 1 and a half for the triple room. Four family pies and a chicken and tater for dinner will be another 2 and a half, but can sort that out when it's dinner time. I'm guessing you'd like to be able to see your rooms now? Anyone needing a hot bath?"

She busies herself selecting a trio of keys from a shallow chest in an alcove set to the side, and slides them across to you. Each key is attached to a carved wooden tag that says "Welcome to Evelyn's" on it, one of them in gnomish. She pulls on a cord, and the soft tinkling of bells can be heard deeper within the complex of rooms and buildings. The old hound perks up an ear. The old man does not.

The pounding of small feet is heard before anything else, and elicits a fond sigh from Evelyn as a trio of young gnomish children push their way into the common room.

"Hiya!"

"Got guests, Auntie Evelyn?"

"Oi! Lookit! I toldja that dwarves ALWAYS carry the most weapons!"

"Nuh-uh, I told YOU that!"

"Ahem--", Evelyn clears her throat. "If you three can't behave in front of guests..."

The implied threat, whatever it is, seems to do the trick, as all three tug their clothes back into order after their tussling, and ask, through overlapping dialogue, if they can help you to your rooms.

Randy grins slightly and scoops up the gear. "Come by our room later and we'll see if we can fit you."  He turns to the young guides. "Lead away."

Coljin follows the children to his room, "Nice place your auntie has.  Good lads, that you are helping her take care of the place." 

Once in the room, he tries to remember what he/we all have for sale.  Some magic tattoos?  Many more miscellaneous odd items that no one seems to have used in a long time....He'll try to remember.

Dornikal walks over and shoves his arm in the bag and pulls out the breastplate to hand to Hank.

"There ye go."

He nods along to the prices and raises a hand to the bath question.

"Aye, one bath please. And bacon with meh breakfast."

((The prices seem fair for the city from Dornikal's experience?))

As the trio come in and declare their knowledge of dwarves Dornikal gives them a grin,

"Not always, just MOST of the time. Sometimes we just got the biggest weapons."

He'll follow his guide after all the weapons are replaced in the bag.