"No, don't really know what there is to see.  Although snow is a constant pretty much." He smiles to see Sarya is all bundled up. "My clan lived in the mountains, so I know Icewind Vale but not necessarily Ten-towns. I've seen most of them, though sometimes from a distance." 

Thaddeus awakens suddenly but calmly and immediately dresses and goes outside, desperately scanning the southeastern skies for any sign of true dawn. When he is greeted only by the slightly less black sky he takes out his lantern and lights it, praying to Lathander to restore sunlight to this place.

Darby awoke and stretched put before fumbling through his pack, pulling out his spellbook to prepare his spells for the day. He takes a bit to finish this before he makes his way outside, pulling his coat tight before making his way toward the inn once he sees the smoke coming from the chimney.

Dwalt gets up and makes sure the fire is burning and mutters around a little, deciding what his day is going to be like, drying meats or working on a wood project. 

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Thaddeus awakens suddenly but calmly and immediately dresses and goes outside, desperately scanning the southeastern skies for any sign of true dawn. When he is greeted only by the slightly less black sky he takes out his lantern and lights it, praying to Lathander to restore sunlight to this place.

 The light burns strong as it normally does. You can feel a soothing warmth surrounding your body as if Ilmater was taking the cold for himself.

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Darby awoke and stretched put before fumbling through his pack, pulling out his spellbook to prepare his spells for the day. He takes a bit to finish this before he makes his way outside, pulling his coat tight before making his way toward the inn once he sees the smoke coming from the chimney.

As you entered to the tavern, you noticed a total of eight tables, mostly empty with the exception of two. There was no area for a bar so the food and drinks would go straight from the kitchen to the tables. 

One table had a group of fisherman (you can tell that by the tools that they have laying beside them) eating a hot soup. The other table was occupied by a dwarf and another humanoid, their table had only a couple of hot beverages and a knife verticaly piercing the table as if they were keeping a piece of paper in place and they seemed to be discussing something serious. The moment they noticed you, they stared as if they were trying to recognize you or the gear you were wearing and then continued talking. 

No one greeted you or invited you to take a place but you can hear people busy in the kitchen. 

"Oh, look, that must be the tavern." Sarya says to Ghathi, tugging the goliath along towards their breakfast. Before entering she tries to stomp off most of the snow from her winter boots. When inside she removes the fur hat and the goggles, looking around for the others and tries to find a table where they could all sit and wait for that special breakfast.

The table with the knife stuck in it seats two dwarves, one an older female the other a youngish male.

The male dwarf wears leather armor carved with leaves over well thick wool and furs. His beard and hair are thick reddish-brown, and braided with wood and bone beads that clack quietly when he moves.

At his waist hangs a wooden cudgel and silver sickle, and leaning against the wall behind him leans a quarterstaff tied with a dried gourd, feathers, and animal teeth alongside a simple wooden shield with an elk skull painted on it. His face is scarred by a bear claw giving his face an intimidating appearance with a permanent frown. But locals would know, despite his appearance, which has earned him the moniker of "Grim," he's really a jovial sort, which with a smile and a laugh. A traveling healer and part of the druid circle, he's interested in appeasing Auril's wrath over Icewind Dale and returning nature to it's proper balance.

He engages with the older female dwarf in conversation while drinking a mug of warmed cider, an empty plate already pushed to one side.

Seeing some of his companions from the road, he enters the tavern as well, saying, "Mind if I join you?"

 Ghathi follows Sarya into the building.  He also takes a look around, noting Brother Thaddeus entering just about the same time.  "Perhaps we should all grab one of the empty tables?"

"Yes, please, by all means, join us Brother Thaddeus." Sarya says as she takes a seat by an empty table, looking curiously over at the two dwarves and longing for a mug of warmed cider.

Darby finds a seat that he can climb up on, pulling himself up and moving about until he is comfortable. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a fancy coin pouch that seems to have little in the way of coin inside of it. He pulls out some of the coin they earned the day before and sets it on the table. "That should pay for my part of any meal.... I believe."

As everyone gathered in one table several minutes passed before someone from the tavern approached you, a woman in her late 40's with big arms and also a big smile carried enough bowls of soup for everyone. 

"Good morning, we only have knucklehead trout soup to offer right now so I figured out I might just bring them to you...you must be hungry" - she started placing the food in front of everyone and continued "so you are Dwalt's friends huh? this is an odd place to visit but you look like a strong lot...my guess if that you are not looking for a vacation spot" 

Sarya immediately digs into the knucklehead trout soup, savoring the hot meal. As the big-armed woman calls them a strong lot she smiles and looks up at Ghathi beside her. "We arrived yesterday night together with Dwalt, as caravan guards I guess. Personally I have no particular plans for my stay in Ten Towns." She says with a friendly smile to the woman, then continuing with the soup.

 Ghathi nods to the woman that brought the soup. "Thank you, anything warm to eat is nice."  He slowly tastes some of the soup as Sarya speaks. "Yes, traveled with Dwalt.  I might stay a bit.  There any need for a stone mason around here? More than happy to help where I can so long as I can get a decent meal now and then."

Overhearing the newcomers, Grimkirk looks over. He says something to the older dwarf then says to the table as a whole, his voice thick with a local northern accent (which I imagine like Icelandic/Norwegian), "Sorry t'interrupt, I don' mean t'listen, but did you say you came with Dwalt? That means he's back in town, yes? Would you happen to know if he's coming to the tavern? Hlin here," he gestures at the older dwarf, "was just telling me of some concern that I wouldna' mind asking fer his help with."

"Oh, apologies, m'name is Grimkirk Icebreaker, but I'm jus' called Grim." He says with a smile that pulls at the scar across his face.

"Oh, Hi Grim..." Sarya says to the scarred dwarf. "...I'm Sarya." She gives him a wave and a friendly smile. "Yes I think Dwalt will come along soon." She adds, going silent again for the moment, but then continuing. "So what was the concern about?" She asks with another smile, not being able to contain her curiosity for long.

I’m not sure why I’m here, to help people get through this trouble I guess.

Dwalt will make his way to the local pelt trader to see if what interest there might be for specific pelts then head to the tavern for a warm pint.

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Dwalt will make his way to the local pelt trader to see if what interest there might be for specific pelts then head to the tavern for a warm pint.

 You may roll a 1d100 to assess the quality of your pelts and then 1d10 for quantity, finally I'll roll to determine the species they belong to.

"Ghathi Stonetwister. Good to meet you Grim. As Sarya said, Dwalt ought to be by at some point."  He motions towards an empty pair of chairs, "Would you and Hlin care to join us and tell us of what help you are looking for?"