"Enough, both of you."

 The old dwarf chuckles at their bickering.

"I'll rustle us up some food shall I? Will you be returning to Phandalin?"

 "If you require an escort we would be happy to."

 "Oh I am not going any where. I'll pen a short letter to Sildar to calm his nerves and here..."

She reaches behind a book on one of her shelves and throws a small bag of coins to Thomas. 

"That should cover your costs and a little extra if you would not mind removing that stinking beast from my doorstep. There is a graveyard over yonder where it would be right at home..."

 "Are you sure Adabra these are dangerous times to be alone?"

 "I'll be fine until I am not and then that is that."

 "Very well. If you will not return then we will most likely head south to complete our next job."

 "Then you are welcome to stay here until morning and head out at first light."

 Thomas glances down at Elandra and then over at Anders.

He notes that the bard is wounded. "I think that would be wise. Yes please."

Thomas tends to Anders (7) wound and then he and Feldoran head out to dispose of the manticore. 

They spend the night in the windmill eating a home cooked meal and sharing stories next to a warm fireplace.

Long Rest

DAY THREE - UMBRIDGE HILL

The next morning the party take their leave of Adabra.

 She hands Thomas a letter for Sildar and a healing potion.

"If you need more of these you know where to find me."

The party head south toward the dwarven excavation.

Once again it is late afternoon by the time they find the location described to them by Sildar.

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.

 "Hello? Anyone here?"

His voice echoes ominously in the cavern.

 "Be silent." 

Elandra draws her blades as she looks around warily.

A moment passes and then voices can be heard from further on in. Footsteps begin to grow closer.

 Two dwarves appear walking toward them.

"Ho friends how can we help you?" one of them calls over, "This is Dazlyn and I am Norbus at your service."

"You might be at their service." Grumbles Dazlyn, "I am busy."

"Busy doing what you lazy arse." Counters Norbus.

The two break into bickering and seem to forget they have visitors at all!

 "Ahem! We bring a warning from the Lord of Phandalin."

 "Norbus did you hear that a warning from Lord fancy pants himself." [IN DWARVISH}

"Don't be so bloody rude Dazlyn."  [IN DWARVISH}

"Well excuse me Norbus, let's hear what is so important that these idiots need to come all the way down here to disturb is then."  [IN DWARVISH}

 "Hello! Dwarf here I can understand you."

 "So can some of us idiots." Thomas says in fluent Dwarvish.

 "Perhaps we should just let the dragon have them." [IN DWARVISH]