(My bad if it wasn't clear. He waiting for the shipment Gundren employed you for.)

"well then, let us show you the supplies we have delivered to you. They are in the wagon outside." Randaler says to the proprietor. Turning to Realgar he adds. "I certainly could use a drink once we are done here."

OOC: oops sorry

Realgâr says to the shopkeeper, "Ah yes, sorry a few too many knocks on the head yesterday. As my friend says, the rest is outside."

"Wonderful!" The older man says, stepping out from behind his table. "I was beginning to think it got ransacked by bandits. I'm Elmar, by the way. Elmar Barthen. Now, let's see how good a job you've done, shall we?"

Leading Elmar out to the cart, he looks at the cargo in the back. "Aye, these boxes here." He points to the ones with ore. "They're Lionshield property. See that blue lion symbol? That's their mark. Think they might be mighty grateful if you return it to them." After moving some of the boxes and goblin weapons out of the way, he checks over the remaining crates and barrels. "Aye, looks like everything's here." He says, looking to the party members. "You've done a fine job getting it here. Now then..." He leads the group back inside. "Ander! Thistle! Get out here and unload the cart!" He yells into the back. A couple of shop assistants turn up a few seconds later, and begin to unload the cart. Elmar returns his attention to the group. "So, it was 10 gold a person correct? Though I was expecting Gundren to be with you when you got here. Is he off at the tavern?"

 "Aye, the tavern, I am in need of a drink very much." Once the business is concluded, Randaler heads to the tavern to meet up with the others and discuss their next move.

Realgâr says, "Pleased to make your acquaintance Elmar, I believe 10g was correct... Well, a man named Sildar is at the inn. He seems to know more about Gundren. Care to accompany us there?"

Elmar shakes his head. "Sorry, but I've got to stay with my shop for now. There's still a few hours of light left, and people need their wares." He says with a warm chuckle. "Though if Gundren's at the tavern, tell him to come by before I shut up. I haven't seen him in a while and it'll be good to catch up with him." Elmar gives Realgâr and Randaler 10 gold as payment for bringing the wares to his shop.

(What are the others doing at the inn in the meantime?)

Kres will wait and order a drink, he'll wait for awhile before getting up and asking the bar keep if there is anything of note going on around town.

Chad

I'll walk around the town looking for any type of magic shops before heading back to find the others. 

Realgâr says, "Ah, but of course. If we see him there then we will tell him to come see you before you close for the evening. Good day Elmar."

Realgâr (and I'm assuming Randaler as well) heads for the tavern to meet up with the others and to see if Gundren is there.

(Just a reminder, Gundren is the dwarf who is currently missing. Sildar told you that he was taken to "The Black Spider")

Chad goes for a little wander. There isn't anything that obviously looks like a mage's shop, but he does notice on the door to a large building on the other side of the square from the inn is an emblem of a blue lion.

Stonehill Inn

Kres orders a drink from the bar. "An ale, my winged friend? That'll be two copper for a pint." He begins to pour one for the aarakocra. "So tell me, traveller, what's the whisper on the north wind?"

Chad

On my way, I assume I see Barthen’s Provisions. If so I’ll make my way inside and introduce myself and do a little magic show. Doves out of my sleeves, a few sparks from my palm while some musical notes play that I picked up from a bard in my home town. 

Randaler enters the tavern and looks for his friends, once he locates them he nods to let them know the business with the goods is concluded, and heads to the bar. "Barkeep, a tankard of ale if you would." He takes the drink, drops some of the coins from the goblin cave on the bar, and turns to survey the scene. 

Chad, if you would like to make a Performance check to see how well you impress Elmar as he's watching the cargo being transferred into his shop.

Randaler takes a seat beside Kres, the barkeep is seemingly friendly enough. "Another traveller, I guess you're with the feathered guy here. It's 2 copper a pint, supporting the local business and all that."

Looking around the common room of the tavern, there's six other individuals enjoying a refreshing drink this afternoon. There are:

1. A surly old looking farmer, nursing his tankard
2. A younger looking man, having a chat with
3. A beautiful barmaid
4. A middle aged woman whittling some wood near the side of the bar
5. A young boy sitting with the woman, chatting to her
6. A younger woman, taking small sips of her drink, and occasionally fidgeting with her hamper next to her.

As for the treasure of the cave, you got the following:

• 20 scimitars
• 10 shortbows
• 120 arrows
• 1 chest
• 1 frog statue
• 2 potions of healing (both were used in the dungeon though)
• 600 cp (divvied up, that's 100 cp each)
• 120 sp (divvied up, that's 20 sp each)

Kres puts the two copper down. "Whidper on the north wind is good, it shall bring good crops this year I think." Kres says as he gets his ale. "What are the whispers around town good man?" 

Stonehill Inn:

"Not well, I'm afraid." Toblen the barkeep tells Kres. "Those damned Redbrands are kicking up more and more fuss every day, and the mayor seems to do nothing about it." He leans in a little closer, to speak more privately. "They just turn up, kicking off with people, breaking stuff. I'd love to do something about it," He looks to middle aged woman and young lad. "But if they see me tryin' to take them on, who knows what'll happen to my family." He then straightens up again and clears his throat. "Yes, so would you be liking to take a room for the evening? I still have five not taken. It was six until this gent here procured one." He gestures to Sildar at the end of the bar.

Performance: 12

OOC: I still have a potion of healing that I’m not going to sell off

Barthen's Provisions:

Elmar seems mildly contented with the patented Darkmagic magic. "Well then, that's something you don't see everyday." He says with a chuckle as the doves fly off, only to disappear into sparkles a moment later. "Don't really have many magic folk come this way. I don't suppose you were one of the guards for my shipment? It feels good to have a magical aid on the road."

Kres nods to the man. "I am sorry to hear that, I will see what we can do for you, without you feeling the backlash." 

Randaler nods in agreement with Kres' comments to the barkeep. He finishes off his ale, orders another, drops 2 more coppers on the bar, plus an extra one. and says. "I'll take of those rooms you have left." Afterward, he takes his tankard and wanders over to the fidgety young woman with the hamper. "Uh.. hi..." he manages to say to her. "M..mind if I sit for a bit? Wh..we've just gotten into town, and it's b...been a long day." Randaler blushes a bit at his own awkward studdering.

Charisma check: 8

OOC: Perfect! With a 9 Charisma, that's pretty much what I expected.