The half-elf girl turns around. "Daaaad. It's for you." She says.

Opening the door wider is a human man in his later years. He's started getting a bit of a dad bod, but has the military burl beneath it. His hair is short-cut and has some salt-and-pepper stubble and wearing a cotton shirt and long leather trousers. He looks to the group, and his eyes fixate onto Jaylin. He gives him a stern look and nods. "Trooper." He says.

(If anyone wants has Passive Perception 13 or more, and Jaylin, feel free to notice the below)

“Commander” Jaylin says looking him straight in the eye “it’s good to see you again” 

"Been some time." The human says, taking a step forward to close the door slightly behind him. "What can I do for you?"

“I want to see if you knew anyone that could get me and a new group of mine a ride but, that can wait, I’d like to catch up a bit”

(sorry for the late post)

Un-intentionally drawing in a crowd, Warren is more than pleased to show off. Flicking the knives all over the place as he bathes in the applause, he loses himself in it for a bit. Then the guards come. He immediately snatches the blades out of the air and sheathes them, quietly agreeing and apologising to the armed men. He then follows the rest of the party rather sheepishly, but as soon as the guards are out of sight his back straightens, the bounce comes back into his step and he continues to incessantly blabber on about who knows what as he rolls a coin over and around his fingers.

(In the retrospect)

Warren is told that performers are generally required to get a permit to perform with things such as weapons or spells within the city as a precaution to potential accidents and injuries. If he wants to, he could apply for one; he has the talent for it apparently.

(Back to the present)

The veteran human looks back to the group that Jaylin has brought with you. "Are your friends looking to catch up too? My place isn't really built for a half dozen armoured folk to join in; I've hung my shield up for the time being. Got a family right now, have to focus on them. How long are you needing a cart for?"

“It’s just me and these other two sir, also we’ll be needing a wagon for, about 2 to 3 days” Jaylin the chuckles a bit “you never really seemed the family type Fil, what happened that I don’t know about”

Meanwhile, while they're waiting for Jaylin to sort out his daddy issues, Warren has an idea. He turns to Kithre and starts to blurt out his plan.

"Ok so that crowd grew really quickly! Like, unbelievably quickly! Just imagine how many people would stop to listen to you play while I do flips and such! The guards didn't say anything about a permit for not using weapons and magic! What do you say?"

The veteran shakes his head. "A lot's happened since, it'll take some time to tell. If you are needing a cart I have one you can use. I don't have any need for it this week, so long as you bring it back in one piece."

”Alright, don’t worry I’m sure you’re wagon will be fine, we’re just gonna be against some wolfs nothing to bad” Jaylin turns to leave but then turns back to say one more thing ”thank you sir, for everything” then Jaylin leaves 

"Wolves should be no problem for you, trooper." The veteren looks the others up and down again. "They look like a handy lot to keep with you. Come on, the cart's this way." He shuts his front door and beckons the others to follow him. 

(Those with passive perception 11 or higher)

You see the young girl from before has started watching the conversation and group in general from the window to the side of the door. She ducks down once her father shuts the door.

Kithre has been following along, humming to herself, not paying over much attention to anything at all. Every now and then, you can hear her mutter phrases of a verse she's working on. Something about the undead, losing a head, someone looked like the bled. 

Jaylin follows his old Commander

Johann is just following along, content to wait for the ride.

Warren is still looking at kithre waiting for a reply, broad smile on his face and still as a statue.

Darqui’lyn also follows them.

Filton leads the group around the side of the building and to a large archway in the building that seems to lead into some stables. Those who noticed his prosthetic prior can see his has a slightly unusual gait as he walks. As he leads them in, he heads over to one of the horses, a pale grey one that he leads out and brings towards a modest sized cart. "This here's Shalley." He tells Jaylin. "She's my daughter's best friend if you ask her. Don't want a single scratch on her or the cart, you hear?"

"yes sir"

Filton gets the barding onto Shalley and lifts up some small bags of feed into the back of the cart. "When you get back, bring her back in here and come get me. She'll be good in your hands, she knows a soldier's one who'll keep her on the right track."

"thanks, I appreciate it sir" Jaylin takes the riens of the horse and then turns to the party "so, we all ready to go"