Nephele looks at the human that ran into the two of them "Are you always so jittery?" she asks before turning to look at the dwarf yelling at Turelio and walks up with him toward the dwarf. "Perhaps you should take closer look at your surroundings." she says in response to him not realizing he had taken all of them

"Perhaps we should find a table," Wisteria says. "All of us are somewhat interested in the notices. I haven't finished reading it, but I remember one of them is quite in line with my travel plan. Maybe we can go together if our interest aligns. The more the safer, right?"

"I agree with the halfling—the more people in the quest the higher the chance of survival." Turelio gestures towards the table that he just got up from "Let's sit over there." 

"Yes, yes, I agree," The lanky fellow chimes in. "The more, the better!" He makes his way over to the table with the others. He straightens his posture in an attempt to appear more competent.

Nephele raises an eyebrow at Turelio wanting to sit back down at the table they got up from, given the fact they were going to move so the other men would stop looking their way but says nothing as she shrugs and sits down again

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"Grain dispute?" Wisteria asks confusedly to the halfling man. "Is there not enough for both guilds? Was the harvest short this year? Or was it something else? I saw the general notice about Tharum Mountain there."

She looks back toward the notice board as the dwarven man bumps into her and finds it sparser than a few moments ago. Seeing the notes on the dwarf's hand, she calls out, "Excuse me, sir! I have yet to finish reading that. At least let me finish reading the one that catches my eye. We can group up if we have the same interest and you are okay with it."

"Merely jockeying for who gets first choice," The Halfling gave another shrug. "That's about all I've caught wind of, anyway."

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Nephele raises an eyebrow at Turelio wanting to sit back down at the table they got up from, given the fact they were going to move so the other men would stop looking their way but says nothing as she shrugs and sits down again

The men seemed to have dropped their interest, or at least, finished their meal. As they rose to leave, however, one gave another lingering look towards the orc, before he and his companions headed for the door.

Still a bit flustered from the papers debacle made Fastolph agree with the others and he sat down at the table. After all, company on the road often made for a more enjoyable trip.

'You mentioned a travel plan?' He asked Wisteria.

"Oh, I'm Wisteria Westmoor," Wisteria says, taking a seat with the others. "Call me Wisteria. I'm visiting all the cities in Hearth. I started with Veleia and went north. I thought about starting my trip proper at Baelfire and going counterclockwise around the continent, so I'm supposed to be in Oakentide only for a few hours before continuing north. Still, one of the notices intrigues me enough that I may have to amend my travel plan to follow this job. Who knows? It may be more interesting that way. It does say travel throughout the west coast, right?"

"I'm Turelio. For now, I'm just looking for a quest and a bit of coin." he takes a moment to read over the papers "The delivery job would be good with me but we should get the details before deciding."

'Fastolph Flamecraft, travelling craftsman.' Fastolph introduced himself after taking a seat at the table. 'And I concur: travelling in group would be better. 'Specially now that the Tharum Mountains ain't as safe as they ought to be.'

He shifted his weight a bit. 'Delivery service shouldn't be hard in my estimate. Axe beaks are more trouble than they're worth but we could keep an eye on it. So...' He looked from one table companion to another, 'Anyone volunteering to go ask this Clara person for more information?' 

"Nephele." she glances at the papers before looking to Fastolph "If we're all planning to undertake this shouldn't we all be going to ask for more information?"

"Reynard: professional guide," the man finally managed to squeeze between a group of farmers blocking his path to the table. "A delivery job sounds perfect for my interests. I've been looking to escape this region, so to say. I can make the trip to the bar to inquire about this 'Clara' if need be?" He waits earnestly for a gesture of approval from the rest of the group, positioning himself to start walking to said bar, his mug of wine still in hand.

"Shall we move to the bar instead?" Wisteria asks. "It's not that crowded. I suppose if discretion is needed, it would be better for only one or two of us to ask for the details. But then, that would put power in that person's hand to only share the bare minimum. Unless we will be meeting with this Pa-le-pe-ak later for a more thorough briefing. Oh! I guess that's read as Pale-peak and not Pa-le-pe-ak." 

She is quiet for a brief moment before she murmurs barely audibly under her breath, "Did I pay for my meal already?" She shrugs and looks at the rest of the group. "I suppose if we're only sending one or two of us, I can come with Mr Reynard to the bar. I still have to pay for my meal. Do you want any drinks? I'm buying."

'Ale, if you would.' Fastolph's humour brightened at the prospect of a drink. 'So you and Reynard then? Fine with me. We'll be over here if ya need us.'

Nephele shrugs at the suggestion by Reynard, her eyebrow raising a bit at the comment of wanting to escape the region but refrains from speaking on it. She looks over toward Wisteria and her expression softens more at the woman as she nods to her "If you two wish to go up and ask then go ahead. As for the offer of drinks, just some more water please dear." 

Wisteria doesn't wait for Reynard and immediately walks up to the bar. She flags down the woman behind the bar and says, "Excuse me, an ale and a glass of water. Send them to that table over there with the lady with the green hair, please. Thank you. I'd also like a cold apple cider here if you have any. How much was that? Oh, and I had a meal that I've yet to pay. Just give me the total."

It should be noted that Wisteria does not have any discreet bone in her. She is always a very blunt person. When Reynard nears, she addresses the barkeeper again quite openly. Her attempt to lower her voice to a whisper does not soften the abrupt enquiry that most probably draws a few heads if they are near enough. "By the way, my new acquaintance and I would like to ask about the notice from Ay-lek-si Pale-peak. Hopefully, that's the correct way to say the name."

The barkeep nodded at the halfling's orders. "Three silver for your meal, and a copper for the apple cider," She said, before glancing over to the table. "I'll have the rest sent over. You can tell your friends it's another copper for the ale but the water's free. They can leave the coin on the table for Sharel."

When Wisteria leaned in, so did she, dropping her own voice to a whisper. "Ah, Eilixi," She said, her pronunciation near identical to Wisteria's. Clara looked the halfling up and down with an appraising eye, giving the same look to the group gathered at the table. Apparently satisfied with what she saw, she nodded towards the stairs. "Third door on your left once you get up the first flight. Knock four times, or she won't let you in." She pushed back from the bar, pouring a mug of cider before she set it down in front of Wisteria.

"I'll pay for them," Wisteria says with a shrug. "Might as well since I'm already here." She reaches down to her money pouch and pulls out the money to pay for her meal and the ordered drinks. Cradling the mug, Wisteria leans on the bartop closer to Clara and hesitantly whispers, "Did she mention why she requires this much secrecy? It's not something illegal, is it? I'm fine with a little bit of mischief, but blatantly breaking the law is not really what I want or need right now. Or is she famous or something?" 

Fastolph looked over to the bar. 'What's taking them so long?' His mouth was getting dry.

After taking Wisteria's coin, Clara poured the other drinks, handing them off to the half-orc girl, who promptly deposited them at the table.

The barkeep glanced at the regulars a moment before her attention settled back on Wisteria, her voice still low. "Nothing illegal, no. But I can't say more than that. You'll have to speak with her."