“I am in no need of gold.... what might you trade?”

outside of currency not much, unless you desire to learn a spell

“I will pass.... this town will be a safe place to rest before you move on.  Please bring no sorrow to its people, they have suffered enough.”

"As you wish.   then to Ian   the inn i suppose?

Ian turns to Tyrus and Conalt, “ you two have been quiet for a long time.  Is something wrong?”  Turning back to Arafiel, “I say we get some rest and be on our way tomorrow.  Maybe we can stop here on our way back and help a little.”

"I don't know where to begin. People are not my strong suit." Tyrus laments. "Are you certain you are not willing to part with your pearl? Your town currently stands because we are here. The commander's forces were decimated. They all would have fallen without us, and your town would be fodder for orcs," he asks the masked man.

Though you can’t see his expression through his mask, you can see that your comment bothers him.  “This is not my town.... I was passing through when the Orcs arrived.  You have offered me nothing that I would need in exchange for my property.”  As the person turns to walk away, a strong glow of light escapes the gaps in his clothing.

"Its ok Tyrus  it was a longshot, it only affects what i can identify, not how i can fight,  i say we rest up here tonight and start back on the trail fresh tomorrow

"It would be easier to do so if you would simply tell us what you need instead of making us guess," Tyrus glares at the man as he walks away before Arafiel calms him. "I agree. I will see how else I can be of help here."

OOC: Tyrus will spend the rest of the night walking among the people in town, assisting where he is able with all 30 points of his Lay On Hands ability, and using up to 3 1st level Cure Wounds, and 1 2nd level Cure Wounds.

As Tyrus heals many of the men in the town, they are grateful.  Several say things like “ you are are like Duster” and another wounded man said “are you and the sorcerer friends?”

Ian heals as many as possible before spending time with the Dire wolves.  He eats, sleeps, and attuned to the daggers.  In the morning he packs the gear and gets ready to leave.  “Tyrus..... we seem to be short of numbers.  Should we ask anyone here to join us or just be on our way?”

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Conalt since we arrived. If he has left us, then it seems we need to strengthen our numbers before doing anything rash," Tyrus answers.

Conalt takes a brief look around the town, and decides this isn't quite the kind of place that would have the diamonds he needs. Still somewhat rattled by the recent combat, he would have headed to the inn early and waited for the rest of the party there.

Ian shrugs at Tyrus and says let’s take a look around to see if we can find him.... maybe the stables or the inn.

Araifel heads down to the main portion of the inn for breakfast

After all of the healings, the town is starting to gain some strength. Just before you enter the inn, a small detail from Waterdeep arrives with some basic supplies.  Upon entering the inn, you all spot Conalt at a table near the rear.

Arafiel moves to Conalt.  Any luck on your end?

"Nothing even close.  A bit of advice for the trek to our next city: don't die."

“Let’s get going..... the gear and animals are ready.”

Sounds good, where is our next destination?