Looking around and talking to people around the town Arynn finds that the latest anyone had seen Andrew was yesterday. One  elderly man even told you that he saw him leaving with his cart and the small wrapped form of an infant. Since then, no one had seen him at all. The old man advised you to go visit his house and see if he had come home. He point out a dilapidated house in the poor section of town where Andrew lives. 

I suppose Arynn will carefully head over to their house with the next bout of unfortunate news...

Seeking out the remaining members of their party, Fargrim will leave a message for Arynn regarding where they went, and head to the market in search of the remaining supplies needed for the burial.

Arynn, as you head to the house indicated you can see that there are a number of people there in mourners clothes and the sound of the woman lamenting the loss of her child can be heard from over a block away. Children stand awkwardly trying to draw out their friends but seem stymied by not knowing how to talk to friends that saw such horrific sights. A priest of Helm is there attempting to comfort but it seems he is largely being ignored. As of yet, no one notices you approaching.

Fargrim, After leaving the note and heading out, (not sure if Alan is coming with you or not, still waiting on him), you and Solastor (possibly Alan) head into the market. It is already bustling with business. Merchants selling food, produce, jewelry, textiles, potions, and virtually any other category is found already set up and a hefty trade is going on in spite of the blockade in place by the orc tribes creating difficulties for the wagon trains. The ships coming and going continue to make this a thriving trade city. A man behind one booth with a strange looking mohawk is yelling your direction trying to get you to stop and look at his jewelry for your "love" while a woman is trying to get your attention with some delicious looking pastries.

Alan is back at the hall eating breakfast. Unless there is no breakfast. In which case, he's heading out to look for food with the others.

Two small, darkly dressed forms dart through the city, one of them limping slightly behind the other. They pass by several houses, ducking into the alley way. The smaller of the two pulls back their hood, revealing a pale, freckled face and a mane of bright red hair. 

"Brother, did you see it?" She whispers to the other. The other one shakes their head. Avery let's out a huff and throws her hands up in frustration.

"Great, how are we supposed to know what a guild hall looks like? I remember they said it was big, but everything is big compared to us. Maybe it'll just look guild hall-y. Is it the type of thing that when you see it you'll know?" She sighs, peering back out onto the streets. "Well, how is your leg, are you good to keep searching or should we rest?" The other person puts up an OK sign with their fingers and nods.

"Great remember the name, League of Improbable Adventurers, run by some guy named Michael Hightower. Probably looks fancy or rich or something like the sort, maybe has banners." She tugs her hood back on and darts back off into the streets. There's a quiet moment of searching before she turns back to him.

"Alright, I know your upset with me about pushing you into the pond, but you don't have to give me the silent treatment. It was an accident and I said I was sorry."

Perception (to try and locate the guild hall): 11

As you move through the busy marketplace you keep looking around for some idea where the guild could be located. Then as you reach the southernmost portion of the market you see a large manor with a wall surrounding it. On the giant metal gates you see the crest of Lord Hightower, a Gryphon, and a placard indicating that this is the home of the "League Of Improbable Adventurers." You could easily assume this is the guild hall and home of Lord Michael Hightower

"Okay, I am pretty sure this is it. Let's see if there's anyone around." Avery grabs her brother by the hand and tugs him up to the gates.

"Hello? Anybody here?"

Alan, as you are eating in the main hall you hear a voice calling from the courtyard. Then Herold, the snooty butler of Lord Hightower storms past you heading out to the main gate. Avery, an average sized man in a full black suit and impeccable grooming approaches from inside the manor. "Yes, miss. Did you come looking to hire the guild for some need?" He looks at the two of you with a rather disgusted look as if you may make him dirty.

A tiger striped tabaxi wanders around the city, advertisement in hand. Aside from his blatant feline appearance, he stands out mostly for his ornate purple robes. With a smile on his face and optimism in his eye he begins to search through the town in an effort to find the guild that is run by a certain Lord Hightower. 

Quietly he thinks to himself, "I have a great feeling about this place. I can almost smell the paper and ink of the history books spawned from the adventures of this place. And if I am not the one to record it, which I will be, then I will spearhead the movement."  After wandering to no avail, he decides that his best choice of action would be to find someone and ask for directions. Therefore he finds his way to the market, and to the nearest person he asks in a hoarse, Midwestern "American" accent, "Ehm, excuse me? My name is Teller, could you kindly point me in the direction of the League of Improbable Adventurers? This city is rather big compared to the ones I am used to, and I cannot seem to find my way very well."

Avery grits her teeth and gives the man the best smile she can muster.

"Oh, hello sir. You look very important and, in turn, more importantly busy, so I do deeply apologize for interrupting you in the middle of your work. My name is Avery and this is my brother Garrett." Avery does a small curtsy for the man.

"I'm afraid I am not here to hire the guild, but rather I would like to put in an application of sorts. You see, I had heard that Lord Hightower was hiring adventurers and I came here to this city with the intention of offering my skills in hopes that they might be of use to the guild."

Alan walked in from the other room, putting off his third helping for a moment to see what the fuss is all about.

"I'm sorry little girl, this is sort of a task for grown ups. Maybe when you grow up a bit more you can join." Alan says with an affable grin, leaning down with his hands on his knees to look at the halfling who he thinks is just a child. 

The man that Teller asks is a rather large laborer who gave him a suspicious look and pointed with a nod of his head towards the southern end of the market. "that-a-way stranger. But I doubt Lord Hightower would put up with the likes of your kind. He is too respectable for that." he then turned away and went back about his business. 

Avery does not take her eyes off the man in the black suit as she addresses the other human man.

"Excuse me sir, but I do believe I was not speaking with you. I am speaking with this fine gentleman in front of me, who from this very short conversation appears to be much more well-read and knowledgeable about this world, not to mention that he seems to be quite perceptive. More then enough to recognize the difference between a halfling woman and a human child. Which I will say are two very different things. So please, I ask that you let me finish this conversation, then I would like to have a word with you about your rudeness."

Harold looks at Avery and sniffs. "Lord Hightower will want to meet with you personally before you are admitted to the guild but in the meantime he has instructed me to turn no one away. He is currently indisposed but I will show you to a room and his instructions say to have any new recruits to help the current team until he is available. This man," he indicates Alan with his head, "is one of the current party. Perhaps he can inform you of their current task." He then turns to Alan. "Have you never met a halfling before?" he says in a disdainful tone. 

Fargrim walks up to the woman. "Beautiful pastries, ma'am. Unfortunately, confections are not what draws us today. I seek the local undertaker. Do you know which way that might be?"

When Harold turns around to speak to Alan, Avery says a very quiet, but excited.

"Yes!" She does a little arm pump, before grabbing her brothers hand once again, tugging him forward again.

"Avery-" He grunts out, displeased with being yanked around.

"I would deeply appreciate it if you would show us to a room, it would be nice to settle in and properly prepare for our first task."

Teller gives the laborer a confused look, ignorant of the racist remark. He would have asked what the man meant, but he felt it would have been rude to interrupt his work again. So, while fighting the confusion Teller heads in the direction of the pointed in.

"I should have known it would be closer than I anticipated. I wonder what he meant by that.. Anyway, once they see what I can do I am certain my membership will be guaranteed. History, is in the making." 

With renewed vigor, he approaches the guild.

"A halfling, huh? No, I haven't met one before. I'm not exactly used to anyone but humans. Don't get anything else where I'm from. Or here, really. Welcome to the team, miss Avery. We... well, we have a few things going on right now. We killed some undead and orcs and goblins and trolls and a mummy. Oh, and some crazy vampire guy almost boiled our gizzards. That was yesterday. Wow. Wgen you put it all together like that, it's almost like we're heroes out of a story!" Alan says, talking seemingly without coming up for air. He beams a huge smile at the girl by the end of it. 

"Come on. I'll show you around while the others are out. Starting with my favorite room. The one with the food." He chatters on as he walks back into the hall to finish breakfast.