Ladrian

At Ravinashi he buys the rapier +1 for 360gp

Andor

"Please go ahead an cast the spell, I will pay the 50gp if you do not feel my friends have spent enough in your establishment, some have already been purchasing your wares. As for the other items do we have a deal. 900 for the pair?"

Zavilah sets the mage's ring on the counter and utters a few words while waving her right hand over the ring. "Yes..I thought it might be the case. A Ring of Evasion. You're sure you wish to part with it? I'm no seer, but you and your friends seem like the sort of folk who might benefit from such a thing."

She then offers Andor 1,100 gold pieces for the ring. "And no fee, adventurer. Your friends have done as you said." Nine hundred for the pair, yes."

Zavilah reflects on Vigan's offer for the admantine armor and the healing potions. "I've already waived the fee for identifying your friend's ring. How about 550 gold plus the chain mail?"

Vigan

"Deal."  The goliath removes his chainmail and dons the new splint mail.  Fumbling at the straps, he adjusts it until comfortable, and gives a satisfied grunt.

Vigan takes the Ring of Evasion from the counter and slips it on his smallest finger with some effort.  "Not the first thing you'd consider someone like me to be wearing", he says, bringing the small bird adorning the ring closer to his face to examine it, "but if it keeps me from danger, so be it."

Ladrian

Before joining his friends he goes to Aeric store and reaches his backpack and removes a shortbow, a rapier (normal)  and a scimitar and also his current leather armor. He casts Prestidigitation to clean the three weapons weapons and the armor , making them seem brand new! Ladrian enters the store and puts them on the counter for display.

"Greetings merchant! How are you today? I have a proposition for you: I have these three amazing and brand new weapons and this leather armor to sell and I'm looking for a good light armor to buy as part of the deal for around 1.1k gp or less. What's the best price you can give me?"

Persuasion: 20

 Aeric scrutinizes the items offered by Ladrian and seems very willing to make a deal. "Yes, why not? I'll take these items and your 890 gold for the studded leather (+1). Sold!" 

(Not sure how I caused the manipulated dice roll message; disregard the rolls you see because they changed. But, in the end, Ladrian's persuasion roll saved him 147 gold pieces)

The morning hours quickly pass as the five adventurers travel to and fro through Mirabar, selling off the things they do not need and buying those things that will hopefully see them through the days and weeks ahead. Despite the ample sunshine and the bright blue sky overhead, the day is a chilly one; so, the warmth of one of Mirabar's taverns is a welcome place to sit for a few of the early-afternoon hours. The group enjoys a midday meal and a few potent beverages as they retell various portions of their adventures together thus far. 

The buzz of conversation in the tavern grows noticeably softer when a shield dwarf--in full plate mail and carrying a battleaxe--enters the room. The dwarf takes a moment to survey the tavern; he's clearly looking for someone specific. Seeing Vigan--who stands out in a crowd even when seated--the dwarf walks over to the group, and says abruptly, "There's someone who wants a word with you. Outside. And I don't mean outside the tavern, lads. I mean outside the city gates. He'd rather not enter Mirabar, and we'd rather not let him."

The dwarf pauses and looks at each of you rather suspiciously. "What would Harshnag the Grim be wantin' with you, I wonder?"

The name 'Harshnag' doesn't seem familiar to Andor or Rixton, but the other three have heard a few tales over the years. Carrow remembers a story he once heard from a tavern keeper--a story in which Harshnag allegedly slew five marauding hill giants with just five swings of his axe. Ladrian has heard somewhere that Harshnag, and other members of Force Grey, had, on multiple occasions come to the defense of Waterdeep. Vigan has heard the story a few times of the fearsome frost giant who, inexplicably, roams the North with the sole purpose of hunting down his giant brethren that are causing trouble. 

Before turning around and leaving as abruptly as he entered, the dwarf says, "He's waitin' for you outside the western gate."

Rixton:

Looking to the others for clues, I shake my head. Doesn't ring a bell. "I think Garlana Pairn has been writing about some of the wild tales of the north as well as some tavern tales that are pretty popular, although not particularly scholarly. I should not have dismissed them, I guess, as I have never heard of this Harshnag the Grim. He sounds pleasant enough. Shall we go introduce ourselves?"

Vigan

A smirk crosses Vigan's face.  "A meeting with a giant-killing giant should be interesting, I suppose we better not keep him waiting."  The goliath downs what's left of his drink and makes ready to leave.

Members of the Axe of Mirabar rarely enter a tavern while on duty and in full Axe garb; so, needless to say, anyone who could do so strained his ears to hear what the dwarf was saying. Harshnag's name quickly passed from one person's lips to another, and everyone suddenly did his best to tell all that he knew about the legendary, centuries-old frost giant. And as the five adventurers paid their bill and exited the tavern, all eyes were upon them. 

Half of an hour later, the five ride through Mirabar's western gate, and as they do so, they can see the visible relief on each guard's face. In fact, there is an unusually strong guard presence there, with at least a half dozen extra crossbows positioned on the wall above. A few hundred feet away, sitting on the ground and leaning against a massive oak, is Harshnag the Grim. As the group approaches the giant, Harshnag stands, revealing he is significantly taller and broader than the previous frost giant the group has encountered. Harshnag is clad in plate armor and wears the skull of a white dragon as a helm, and he wields a formidable-looking jagged axe.

He raises his left hand and, in an unexpectedly soft-spoken manner, says, "Greetings and thank you. I will explain."

Harshnag then returns to sitting and leaning against the tree and motions that you should sit as well. He continues. "My giant brethren take lives, property, and peace unchecked. King Hekaton does nothing. The ordning is broken. You have seen this, I know."

He pauses for a few seconds, studying each of the adventurers' faces. "I have vowed to stop them, and..." raising his axe, "...will continue. You also have vowed to stop them it seems. So, I ask that you journey with me to the Eye. Yes, the Eye of the All-Father."

Harshnag goes on to explain that he now thinks it is time to consult with a higher authority. The Eye of the All-Father is a mountain temple built by his ancient ancestors under the Spine of the World. According to giant legend, the temple contains a divine oracle. He offers to lead the way so the group can consult the oracle and learn what can be done to end the giants' threat to the North. 

Rixton:

I eye the soft-spoken frost giant carefully as he talks, looking for clues to his sincerity. Insight: 12

"Okay," I say as he concludes, regardless of his intent. "Count me in."

*edit* Ear for Deceit prevents me from rolling lower than an 8 on the d20, so my above roll actually totals to a 13.

Andor 

"I'd been wondering about our next move, it seems fate does not wish for us to stand still for long." Andor eyes the Frost Giant cautiously "How did you hear about us?" 

Ladrian

Bemused with Harshnag  he says "Greetings Harshnag", he proceeds introducing himself and his friends "That does sound interesting and we do seem to have our goals aligned. I just have one question: You say the ordning is broken. How should the proper ordning look like and were do we, humanoids non-giants, fit? Because right now we're just collaterals for whatever reason, with all that killing and pillaging."

Harshnag directs his gaze toward Andor and says, "I maintain ties with certain factions of the North--especially the Harpers, the Alliance, and the Enclave. Their many eyes and ears have learned of your doings."

Then, turning to Ladrian, he says, "True. The small folk are being harmed. The ordning was placed upon the giants by our gods, of whom Annam the All-Father is chief. Standing at the top of the ordning are the storm giants; they, and their king, are tasked with maintaining order and keeping the lesser giants from causing wars and ruining the realms of small folk. The storm giants no longer do their duty. Hekaton is missing, I fear. Sadly, the work to repair this falls upon others now, including you and your friends it seems. It is a great shame upon the giants."

Harshnag's answers seem sincere and forthright. Nothing in his demeanor indicates deception or dishonesty.

"The Eye lies deep in the Spine; the path is steep, narrow, and covered with snow and ice. It is no journey for a horse. We must go on foot," he explains. 

From Mirabar, the path to the Eye of the All-Father is northeast, through the Valley of Khedrun and, then, into the Spine of the World. 

Rixton:

"That is quite a walk," I say. "We'll have to make sure the horses are taken care of in our absence. How soon do you intend to leave?"

"A ten days journey," responds Harshnag. "And one that should start as soon as possible. I'll see to it that your horses receive good care." 

He then strides to the western gate of Mirabar and exchanges a few words with some members of the Axe. Harshnag returns and says, "I've told them to stable your horses for as long as needed. They did not argue. In the morning, when you are ready, follow the river Mirar upstream into the Valley of Khedrun for an hour or so. I'll be waiting there."

After a thoughtful pause, he remarks, "I am hopeful. All is not lost yet."

Harshnag then lifts his axe over his shoulder and begins making his way toward the Khedrun Valley. 

Rixton:

I nod. "The morning it is."

I head back into town to pick up a few more supplies before we go. At the necessary shops, I find and purchase:

• A grappling hook (2 gp)
• 2 vials of acid (50 gp)
• 2 healer's kits (10 gp)
• A steel mirror (5 gp)
• 5 torches (5 cp)
• 12 days of rations (6 gp)
• 1 lb. of flour (2 cp)

Andor 

Hearing the proposed journey explained Andor looks smugly at his new boots saying to himself "Looking like money we'll spent" he pets Sindari who is sitting in the crook of his arm "I hope it isn't too cold for a Tressym, I wouldn't want you to suffer."

Ladrian

"Harshnag, I believe you. But it is going to be a difficult trip, just by walking. I'm glad we did some shopping at Mirabar and I'm ready  to go when you are all set."

Vigan

The goliath watches the giant depart and gives an approving grunt.  "A powerful ally, I'd like to see him up against one of his own."

Turning to the others, he catches Andor's comment about the cold.  "Prepare yourselves for the worst, this could turn into a tough slog."