Poco takes his share. He waves and asks the barkeep if they could have the same deal as last night. 

“after a meal and a drink, lets bring some cheer to this place. Any requests to start out with my good friends?”

"Absolutely, Poco. Anytime you want."

When Poco finishes his meal. He lays down a gold piece and gets up to play. 

[[ OCC- Am I using performance check of 19 I did on way to get paid? or do I need to do another? ]]

"This is for the next round. You guys deserve it!"

Nah, you specifically said it was for tonight, so it definitely counts.

With word spreading about your talent, and curiousity seekers about the people who saved Adabra from a manticore, you do well, like 75 cp, 120 sp, and 2 gp, one from the same miner, and one from a dark-haired woman you hear runs the local Miner's exchange. Dezra takes her cut of 30 sp and 68cp, leaving you with 2 gp. 90 sp and 5 cp. Looking at all the new faces, and your previous performance, you don't expect to draw this heavy a high paying crowd again in this town for a while, but it'll still net you some income on other nights.

The night passes pretty uneventfully, those who stay down with Poco get some interested stares of curiousity, and a slightly tipsy farmer tries to convince you that Neverwinter wood is where adventurers should go. "Strange magic pervades Neverwinter Wood, confounding navigators and obscuring the ancient ruins of bygone kingdoms lost in its depths. My brother was lost that way, that's what brought me out this way, though ultimately I settled down." 

Dargrimm is delighted with the food, the ale, and being a part of such distinguished company. Poco’s excellent performance is the cream on the cake. 4 gold is not much, but at least the countryside will not be threatened by a manticore anymore.

It sure was a pleasure fighting with you - Don’t worry about the armor, I will be in the thick of the fight right beside you to patch you up!

Quote from hortatorcruniac >>

It sure was a pleasure fighting with you - Don’t worry about the armor, I will be in the thick of the fight right beside you to patch you up!

 

"I 'preciate that, Dargrimm," Wynn slurs, as he has been trying to keep up with the rest of the party's drinking habits. "P'raps our next fight you'll see me toe to toe with some ferocious beast, all fangs and claws and drool..." As he gestures wildly to add to the drama of his declaration, Wynn drools a little.

"'Scuse me."

Proserpina joins her companions for a drink, but does not get drunk. She's looking forward to Poco's song.

Rohani enjoys the evening, devouring her dinner and beverages with gusto as she listens to Poco's rousing performance. Overhearing the farmer's comments to Poco, she mentally notes that they may want to make a detour through the woods tomorrow if they have time.

Noticing Wynn's condition, she chuckles and places a tankard of water in front of him. "Don't want you starting tomorrow with a hangover. Big day ahead of us!"

Poco laughs when he sees Rohani give Wynn the tanker of water. He walks over takes a swig of his water and quietly says

“Well I guess I’ll join you in the sober up group Wynn. Don’t want to disappoint everyone by forgetting all the words. Order one up for me. “

He then starts a rousing happy  tune near the old miners. 

The night passes well, and you awake in the morning ready to start a new day.

Wynn breaks his trance a bit later than usual but manages to prepare his things despite the low-grade headache. "Bless Rohani and that tankard of water, or I'm sure I'd be truly suffering today."

Once his things are packed and prepped for travel, Wynn reflects upon the night of drinking and song. He can't remember the last time he let himself relax like that. He heads downstairs invigorated and excited about the next adventure.

Poco wakes up, grabs some breakfast, then sits at a table waiting  for everyone to  wake. 

Walking over with a tall stack of flapjacks, Rohani takes a seat at the table with Poco and places the food in the middle to share.

"Mornin'!" She greets the group cheerfully. Setting a few flapjacks onto her own plate, she douses them with syrup and begins eating with enthusiasm, cutting through two at a time. "Man... this place has great food, I don't know how I'll be able to go back to eating dried rations after this."

Proserpina wakes up early, enjoying a cup of tea before most are awake. "Are we ready to go warn the dwarves? It is much further than the midwife's tower."

At Proserpina's question, Rohani doubles her eating speed and finishes her breakfast quickly. Once her plate is empty, she flashes a thumbs up. "Ready!"

Wynn stands and nods, ready to get to it.

You all notice a skinny human male in his fifties dash into the inn and drop a basket containing dishes on the bar, and the barkeep give him a basket containing breakfast in return. He then hurries out of the inn skittishly.  The barkeep looks at you all and chuckles, "Just the townmaster..."

Poco grabs a pancake as he gets up to join the others. 

“I’m ready too. Lead the way”

Your trip down to the dwarven excavation is a bit less pleasant than the day's before. Dark clouds roll in and a fairly heavy rain spots the trail with patches of mud, and cuts visibility.

The dwarven excavation lies due east of Leilon, 15 miles southwest of Phandalin, at the eastern end of a canyon.

The canyon’s rocky walls rise to a height of eighty feet. At the end of the canyon, a twenty-foot-high wall of black stone has a broken gate carved into it, with one stone door hanging precariously by a hinge and the other door missing. Beyond this open gate, in the shadow of a great mountain to the east, lies a ruined settlement. All is quiet.

Is there any evidence of recent occupancy? Or any modem tent or anything set up?