"Hehehe....," the gnome giggles to himself and stuffs his pilfered potion into his pouch. He quickly makes his way down the market road a bit, just keeping the shop owner in eye shot. From one of the pouches on his belt he pulls a bit of copper wire and whispers to it. (Message) "It was a pleasure doing business with you. Thank you!" He then bounds off towards the Oakens-Ale. 

     Before stepping through the door of the tavern, the gnome pulls a piece of parchment from his pants pocket. To himself he mumbles, "Hmm...Three. An odd name. Shouldn't be hard to find...I hope." He stuffs the crumpled parchment back into his pocket and steps through the door. In walks a gnome of average height, but a little on the heftier side of things. His complexion is a little pale, indicating much time spent out of the sun - perhaps from many years of exploring caves and the like. On top of his green dyed studded leather he wears a long sleeved jerkin, held open wide with three leather straps. He has various pouches and packs hanging about his person, and from his belt are a couple of sheathed daggers and a rapier. Scanning the room, he hopefully finds a creature that may go by the name Three.  He makes his way over to the table with the cloaked figure and four others. He whispers, "Three...? I am Folzi Tarkleby from...all over realy. But most recently from The Axe."

"The Mask," Farin grunts. 

“The bow” Alwyn states

 A silence follows your answers. Ok, sorry about that. What we are doing must remain a secret so I had to be certain you where who you said you where. He lift his hood to reveal an aged face with tired looking eyes that he remains closed and a bald head that shows a large tooth mark. Now... your mission is to talk to the leaders of each kingdom which will show us how to end the war. You will start with Damian ShieldBearer the king of the Shield, he lives In the small city of Jedburg but will not accept to talk to you unless you do something for the city, and that's where I can help you. I found a bugbear encampment near the city, if you take care of it, the king might accept to talk to you.

"Well... that seems simple enough.  Can you tell us anything about the bugbears or their camp?"  Sogasri leans in attentively.

I believe Sogasri would know a bit about King Damian Shieldbearer.  Can you tell me a bit about him, or the city of Jedburg?

ps: i like the idea of Bold dialogue.

Its a pretty large camp where bugbears rest and cook the food they steal from Jedburg. It's located in the forest to the right of the road from Oakendale to Jedburg. All of Jedburgs forces are used in the war and to defend the king of The Sword so they did not get rid of it yet. The King will be happy to have it cleared out and so will the farmers. I have my own business to attend to but we will meet again as soon as possible.   

"Hmph... bugbears... cowardly brutes.  Shouldn't be to difficult if we can fight them in small groups."

“In what way our we supposed to prove our deed enough to allow all of us entry into the city?  Is there a chief’s head to take or do we just take all the ears we can find?” - Alwyn asks.

That's up to you. Although getting the chiefs head or capturing him would probably work best. He says as he finishes his ale and puts it on the table. He then gets up, slowly,  as if is scars and past experiences weight him down.

    "Whoa whoa whoa, buddy. Where are ya off to?" Folzi says to the figure. "You can't just dump this in our lap and not expect us to have some questions about all this. So, what is your angle in all this? What are you getting out of this?" As he waits for his answers, the gnome looks around and tries to get he attention of a barmaid. "Ale, please! Make it a big one."

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    "Whoa whoa whoa, buddy. Where are ya off to?" Folzi says to the figure. "You can't just dump this in our lap and not expect us to have some questions about all this. So, what is your angle in all this? What are you getting out of this?" As he waits for his answers, the gnome looks around and tries to get he attention of a barmaid. "Ale, please! Make it a big one."

 "Aye!" Farin shouts. "And I'll have a large mug of whiskey." 

I want the same things as you, I want to end the war. When I found that other people had the same goals as me, I started working on a plan, and here we are. Il tell you the rest of the plan when we meet again but for now I have... He pauses ... more important things to take care of. He says, with a troubled look on his face. He tosses a few gold pieces to cover your drinks, then starts to leave. 

"Three seems... well, he's definitely a mysterious man.  But his plan appears sound so far, and it's a start." Sogasri sighs "A start is more than I've had any luck with.  So let's see what we can manage.  Get your drinking in now though.  When we get there, a clear head will be a must.  I can handle a bugbear or two, but a 'large camp' sounds like this might be a little daunting for just the few of us.  We'll need some information and a plan."

"I hope it works though.  To our success." Sogasri raises his mug and *clinks* it with each of them.

before we leave Oaksdale, I'd like Sogasri to purchase a set of manacles.  just on the off chance we do manage to capture someone.

    The gnome just shrugs as Three leaves. Using his mage hand his raises his mug of ale to meet Sogasir's. "Well the... I guess we're saddle with each other now?" He looks back-and-forth to all at the table. "So, I suppose introductions are in order? I'm Folzi..."

"I'm Sir Sogasri, but my friends call me Soga.  'Sir Sogasri' doesn't exactly roll off the tongue," he says with a chuckle.

"Please, feel free to tell us about yourself, Folzi.  I don't know many people from the Axe."

“MY NAME IS ALWYN GLENTYL !... Sorry, not used to drinking alcohol, was kind of frowned upon at the monastery. What uh ... please, sorry for interrupting.”  Alwyn brings his feet up on the seat and puts his chin down on the table looking at his drink before going quiet again. 

In rough deep tones, the masked man says, "My name is Dagron.  Some call me Dagron the Cruel.  I'm a warrior of long service seeking to retire and end the war."  

“No need for apologies, Alwyn. Our business here makes us all friends by way of our goal. No one profits without the others.” Sogasri claps Alwyn on the shoulder. 

“Although, I must say a moniker like ‘Cruel’ does sort of make it seem that way.” He cocks an eyebrow at Dagron and then shakes his head as though to brush away the thought. “Everyone has a past, but it does not determine the future’s whole. Welcome to the Shield, Dagron.” He reaches out to shake his hand.

Dagron returns the handshake.

     "A pleasure, I'm sure, Shur Sagor... Sir Songasrin.... Yeah, I think I will stick with Soga as well." Folzi grins at the cleric of Urogaland. He lowers his voice a little. "Truth be told, I don't know that many either. I have spent most of my years exploring the caves in the area. Those dwarves really know how to craft a thing or two, and can sometimes be careless about leaving them behind when they move on."   

     The gnome then addresses the rest of the table. "I guess ending the war won't be such a bad thing." He takes a healthy sip from his mug of ale and lets out a little belch. "It would make it easier getting around the world...but I really haven't had a problem with getting where I want to go," he punctuates his remark with a wink.