"The cartographer" She said, as she went back to her room to retrieve her weapons

"Excellent idea.  He may have a map that we can have or make a copy of.  I've brought along my calligraphy supplies, just in case.  

Bjorn thinks about it, then gets another pancake, stuffs it into his mouth, then leaves to get his gear from his room.

“The cartographer.” Falser playfully mocked Kimara as she left to retrieve her things. “Always so straight to the point.” The rogue viciously finished off what was left of his breakfast and let out a loud sigh. He patted his belly obnoxiously and stood up as Bjorn went to get his equipment as well. Several buckles fastened later and Falser’s sword belt was back around his waist, clock and pack following quickly after. 

He quietly roamed the tavern while he waited on everyone to return, hands resting on his sword hilts. “Come on ladies and gents, we have a beastie to slay!” Falser boisterously exclaimed, hoping that would pick the pace up a bit. “How’s about a statue of us right in the middle of town when we come back with this pesky monster’s head, eh Calamor?” He gave the barkeep a playful wink to show he was only having a bit of fun. 

Aura leaned against the bar, laughing at Falsers jokes and exchanging a few words with nearby customers. She had packed the night before, so all she had left to do was wait.

Bjorn returns clad in studded leather, a shield hanging off his backpack. He completes the ensemble by fixing his longsword sheath to his belt, then sits down at the bar and begins checking on his crossbow.  He looks up at the rest of the party and gives them a wink.  "Always best to be prepared."

Kimara goes out to Nightingale, fixing her sling to his saddle, before taking her armor from him aswell, and donning it whilst going back inside

Calamor sees you all getting ready, and places a large sack on the bar counter. 

“Packed some food into this, just in case you’re out there longer than expected… and, it probably will taste better than anything you currently have.”

Aura thanked Calamor, before turning to her companions, her eyes shining as she takes in their assortment of weapons and armour. They looked just like the protagonists of her stories. Well.. perhaps they looked a bit rougher: common folk rather than heros of legends, but she thought they had a certain air of valour around them nonetheless. 

"Well then. Shall we depart?"

“Aye, Xantzu! The bards will sing and the ladies will flock!” Falser exclaimed dramatically while shifting his backpack into a more comfortable to position. All of his unlikely companions arrived and he gave each of them a glance, studying their weapons and equipment. Very well-prepared. Competent. It seemed that luck was in their favor if the gods were meddling, throwing a handful of strangers together and tasking them with helping this town. Helping people? Falser snorted in amusement. He’d have to tread carefully lest he develop good morals as well. 

Calamor was proving to be more and more helpful by the minute it seemed and the rogue nodded in gratitude. “Careful, Calamor. Wouldn’t want this vagabond thinking he has a new friend.” A large grin plastered itself across his small face, mirth reaching his eyes for the first time since he had arrived in Good Mead. “Well.... I don’t believe it’s going to get any warmer so we may as well get this show on the road.” Falser stated in agreement with Aura’s suggestion.

Hey guys I need to go to bed for the night, you can npc Kimara if you want Arhjan

I'll do that redboi ;). Quaxly, I'ma pull your character along too, cause everyone else appears to be ready. 

Calamor smiles a bit at Falsers statement. "But all we need are a few friends in this unforgiving world eh? Seems you already have four. The cartographer is just down the road here. Turns left, then fourth house down that way. Pretty hard to miss! Stop by here if you need food or refreshment before going into the woods, or go right ahead on in. I believe in you all!"

With those final parting words, calamor goes back to polishing mugs, and your group heads out into the unknown.

Falser gave the man a wave in farewell and stepped out in the cold, snow immediately pelting him in the face. Squinting hard against the white glare, the halfling pulled his fur-lined hood up and over much of his face while the tail of the cloak flapped wildly behind him. He kept his hands against the worn hilts of his swords for better support against the frigid breeze that threatened his balance. Blasted weather. Luskan and it’s dangers were almost a worthy exchange. 

The thief turned on his heel to face his companions and began walking backwards in the direction Calamor indicated would lead to the cartographer’s dwellings. “I suppose the first order of business would be who exactly is going to be doing the talking when we meet up with what I can only assume is some old cadger covered in ink.” 

"Well", comments Bjorn, "It probably depends on the type of person this Cartographer is." "Perhaps the first question we need to have answered is who should generally lead this group in certain situations."  He considers the others in the party. "Perhaps I could be the groups spokesperson when we are asking about information or negotiating deals.  Anyone have any experience leading others into battle?"  Bjorn raise an eyebrow as he considers Kimala and the blade she has with her.  Then he looks at the others and their equipment.  "Do we have a volunteer for someone to be our tactical master?"  "I can attempt to lead you, but my skills tend to be that of support, not direct combat.  It would probably best if someone who was front line make the decisions in battle."

"I tend to fight from the back or the air, using long ranged weapons, so I don't think I would fit that role. Besides, I have limited experience in real combat, so I don't think I would be a viable candidate even if I did fight in the front lines." Aura looks around at her companions, cocking her head slightly. "However, I am relatively good at talking to others, especially when it comes to persuading and distracting."

"Looks like It'll be Kimara, Falser (OCC Falser can use the other two as distractions to line up back stab attempts?) and Xantzu as front line, with me & Aura providing Missile support. I can give the 3 in front a blessing that last 1 minute that will help them greatly during combat." Bjorn pauses, then points at Kimala, "I'm arbitrarily picking you as battle leader until further notice.  We will be taking your lead during battle, then Xantzu's then Falsers if you should fall." Bjorn nods to himself and continues "Any objections?"

As you walk the streets, some commoners give you strange looks as you talk about battle and glory, but ignore you, seeming to have seen everything the mind could imagine in Ten-Towns. 

You arrive at the cartographers without realizing it, to caught up in battle strategies to take down the beast to notice. You are brought back to the streets of Good Mead when you hear a bottle smashing, and an elderly voice say, "blast it all!" before muttering curses while presumably cleaning up the mess.

"Well, looks like this is the place."

Aura turns to Bjorn. "You're the spokesperson right? So what's the plan?"

Kimara says "Sir? Do ye need help?"