On seeing Goraseth entering the tavern, Tryn quickly waves him over and offers him a mug of ale. “The midwife lives a short walk from here. Perhaps, we should depart quickly. And if you want to reserve a room it’s 5sp upfront.” Tryn pays for the 3 drinks with 15 coppers. “You don’t like yours?” he asks Elrora. “Ah, perhaps, I should have asked for a wine for you?”

Looking around you see in corner table 1 person standing over two arm-wrestling figures.

Excited to see some possible opponent, Goraseth replies to Tryn "Hold my beer ! I see some strong lad here and I could use some exercise.". He approaches the table and salute the patrons "Good day ! My name is Goraseth and I just arrived. I was looking for a nice ale but a game of strength could be even more satisfying. Are you betting on the Victor ? I would be happy to join !".
While talking, the dragonborn tries to show off his strong musculature.

"Oh, no! This is quite alright, thank you!" Elrora responds to Tryncaryn brightly, taking her own mug of ale in both delicate hands and downing a sip. The beverage is certainly a less refined taste than the Elven princess is used to, quite different from the aged wine sipped from goblets during royal banquets. However, that doesn't mean it isn't pleasant. The taste is rich, the alcohol warming in her chest — and it isn't as though Elrora is much for refinery anyway. That was why she was here, to do what she cannot as a mere princess.

While the Halfling is busy focusing on the entrance of their third companion, the Elf slips the innkeeper fifteen silver pieces. Then, she follows the Dragonborn excitedly and watches while he greets the spectator of an arm-wrestling pair. Elrora sips from her mug of ale while she stands beside him, giggling with her giddy anticipation of witnessing Goraseth in action again.

Having had his hopes up that he could maneuver Goraseth away from the game, Tryn reluctantly joins at the table. “I’ll hold you beer. But after one challenge we leave, ok?”

The one who was standing over two arm-wrestling men turns around and you see old half-orc with left eye a little limp, saying: " Hmmrh I will be your opponent then, these two wimps can't compete with someone of your posture. You wish to gain from this ? Sure, we have been lucky lately and I don't might multiplying my fortune. We put up 1 gold each and victor takes all, how about that ?" /then he says to his companions/ "Watch and learn."

(it will be contest of 3 straight strength rolls)

1st roll: 18       2nd roll: 5     3rd roll : 4 

Rolls (game log) : 4, 5, 12 (omg !!!). I think Goraseth just injured his shoudler !

He is sure of his skill, and holds you in starting position for couple of seconds with ease, then finishes it quickly and fiercely (with that finish you feel a joint in elbow being painfully misplaced) and says: "Haha, It takes more than that to best old Orogar! That is how it is done boys, that is what i call a good end of a good day. Now boy tell, are you willing to push your luck and try a rematch? same rules same stake. What do you say?" 

(subtract 1 gold from your inventory)

If you decide to wrestle him again here are the rolls

Goraseth grunts and loses the game, holding his right shoulder with his left arm. "I was not expecting such a force. I think I might have hurt my shoulder. Congratulation mister Orogar"
Goraseth takes a gold coin that he places on the table (-1 gp). "We have a few errants to do, but I will be happy to have my revanche when we come back !". He smiles and comes back toward Tryn and Elrora "This is a good opponent. At least I put on a good show and made them happy, but I will have to come back !"

"Ah, good fortune to you and your troupe then." /he then turns to his companions and start flexing laughing loudly and biting the won gold coin/

"Next time you'll get him good! I'm sure of it," Tryn tries to encourage Goraseth to think positively. "But first, let's get a better feel for the place and see what is around town. They've said the midwife lives a short walk from here, I think we can try and go there real quick to send her the warning from the townmaster. It appears that she is quite an important figure for the town and a renown herbalist. Maybe she even has a lotion or something for your worn shoulder?"

"Good idea, let's move."  replies Goratseth.
As he says this, he places his left hand on his hurt shoulder and a faint warm energy radiates from it. "I think I am ready, my shoulder injury does not seem to be too bad"

(used 1 pt of Lay Hands)

Elrora places her gentle hand on the Dragonborn's arm, too, giving him a smile. "That's alright, Goraseth, we all have our bad days," she chimes in, giving Orogar and his companions a light curtsy as they depart. "The innkeeper said we can find the midwife south of town, by an old windmill. That shouldn't be too difficult for our first task," the Elven woman says, an eager bounce in her regal step.

“That’s right,” says Tryn as he opens the tavern door to get on their way. Outside, he asks if he can have a look to the map that Goratseth bought. “Hey, there’s a shrine of luck, let’s leave a prayer and silver coin there. Better never rub Tymora the wrong way,” he jokes. 

"I am more a follower of Bahamut, but I am happy to give a coin to Lady Tymora, if she can give us a bit of good luck, I'll take that". Goraseth then secure his weapon and bag, finishes his ale in one go  and starts walking toward the exit of the Inn.

Tharanau quickly finishes his drink too. He had been looking at the job board, but wasn't sure he could accomplish any of the tasks by himself. He had just spent the last of his money on that ale and desperately needed to make some coin. The whole adventuring business was trickier than he had anticipated, specifically, if you were trying to do it alone. He was getting better at it, but even after 10 years he felt more like a traveler than a seasoned fighter. Also his powers only came along slowly.

But if he could only join this goodnatured group, he might be able to finally send some coins to his family again - it had been a while since he had a lucky streak and made enough. After such a long time, he wondered how they were doing. The kids must be taller than their mum by now. A slight smile plays on his lips, then his eyes darken again and his face returns to the stone-like facade he usually wears. 

Tharanau, a 5'6" skinny half-elf in simple clothing, follows you outside. He seems to have sad eyes and only minimally moving facial expressions.
Outside he will try to address the group, probably picking the nice lady to focus his speech on:
"Oh, excuse me, I am sorry to follow you. I overheard that you were going to do one of the tasks from the job board. I was heading to the midwife myself and thought we could work together. In adventuring, I have learnt, the bigger the group the saver the adventure! I have also removed the notice about the job from the board, so that no others head out to do the same work and we're all left with nothing. I can do a few little tricks with magic to help out if we run into troubles. Would you have me?"

Tharanau, sorcerer (image through google search, couldn't find the artist to credit)

“Ha! Clearly this is a sign that Lady Tymora invites us for a prayer at her shrine!” Tryn exclaims. “She favors us already. I’m Tryncaryn Teafeet, nice meeting you! And so timely,” says the small Halfling that can easily been missed behind the comparably tall elf.

"Well met, mister Tharanau. We could use some help, yes, especially since our wizard friend had returned to Waterdeep for family emergency.". Goraseth takes time observing this arcane user from feet to head, assessing how this new asset could be beneficial for the group. He had always valued melee fighting to magic but he could be accept the help of a talented sorcerer.
"Some prestidigitation you say ? Do you know how to handle yourself in battle ? I see you are holding daggers..."

4 of you left Phandalin, the sun is not at it's peak for about an hour and a half but you know, you have enough daylight to go to umbrage hill and back. Before said hill you have one more hill to pass, and as you are on that first hill you see windmill that is your destination. Upon descending you loose sight of it, but have now clear idea of where to go. Coming uphill again this time on the umbrage hill, as it is not a steep you see the windmill through the trees being scarce here. But you see something else. Some big flying creature is circling the windmill landing on it from time to time like it is trying to get in.

You see that scenario from about 250 feet. At this point you being between trees and a creature being occupied with the windmill  you assume, that your presence here has not yet been acknowledged. between you and top of the hill the is some flat ground and then the ground rises to the top where the windmill is and that is about 40ft. higher than your ground level now.

At this point you are able to discern discern that creature from a giant eagle of any bird of that sort. The creature is large (by that i mean in the dnd5e terms it is a large creature) and has a feline type of body with leathery wings and a long tail with a cluster of spikes, you haven't seen its face yet from that distance.

Rolled 17 for Nature check - does Goraseth know that type of beast ?