If Krisphyra can get close to the troll, they will try to swing their staff at it's legs, two handed, to see if they can't sweep it's feet out from under it. "Trolls are notoriously hardy creatures." They say as if it's helpful. It's probably not.
Attack: 6 Damage: 6

Zedfrey, seeing no clear path to reach the troll, kept focusing on throwing a string of arcane infused insults toward the beast to try and make it less effective in hitting Raukiam or Yagra.

Noticing the futility of his attack, Atrabash is puzzled about what to do. When he hears someone shouting for a large table, he directly darts towards the nearest table and starts to drag it towards the troll. Upon seeing some people hiding under the table, he spurs them, "Help me carry this table or get out of the way!"

Reed charged forward, moving in as close as he can get to the troll. Assuming he gets in melee range, he lays into the creature with all his strength, his eyes flickering eagerly amidst the wild combat. He swings his greataxe at the creature with all his strength. Attack: 23 Damage: 3

Round 3/10 for Rage

The attacks swarmed, hit, and utterly decimated the troll as they ran in one after another. The trolls innate healing couldn't keep up with the assault and with a roar of pain that cut off abruptly from the spear of Stilgar, the troll tumbled backward. Coupled with Stilgar's unnecessary kick, and then Raukiam's press, the troll fell back down the hole very much dead. Garrus' arrow stuck as it fell.

Krisphyra's staff swept through nothing and instead slammed against the stone lip of the hole hard enough to shake their arms. The vibrations were not necessarily pleasant. Reed, who had felt the rage at the beginning of the battle, suddenly finds himself bereft of it even as he swings his greataxe with no real focus on that the troll was already gone. It slams down hard into the lip of the hole. Chips of stone and debris flying into the air to land on nearby passerby's. The few patrons left in the bar let out shrieks of surprise beside Atrabash even as they scramble out of the way.

From the bar you all can hear a yell from Durnan, the proprietor of the Yawning Portal. "Careful with my property, Barbarian!"

The Yawning Portal calms and Durnan steps out from behind the bar a minute later with drinks while a few of the bar patrons regulars move to shove several tables together for the entire group that fought the troll themselves. Yagra accepts one of these drinks with a smile and then nods to the lot of you. You can see the two remaining conscious bandits quickly pulling their out of the Yawning Portal to Durnan's surveying eye even as he settles the drinks down and motions for each of you to sit.

"You fought well," Durnan says, a little gruffly. "These are on the house. You want something different, ask, but no top shelf. For that you pay." With that Durnan returns to his place behind the bar. The patrons of the bar themselves seem to return to business as usual and quite quickly the place seems to fill with crowds once again as if nothing happened. In the midst of all of this Yagra disappears herself into the mass, although you can spot her soon on the second floor once more entertaining her own drink.

Before you have much time to get your bearings of drink and a table to fit all of you a voice rings out through the crowd. "You be adventurer's right? I could use your help."

The figure that pushes through the renewed crowd of patrons strokes his mustache and adjusts a rather floppy hat, and then tightens a scarf. He offers each of you a smile from where Durnan has ensured the group of you now settle to. "Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity at your service."

As the rage faded and his senses returned to him, Reed bowed his head, visibly embarrassed by the property damage. Always losing control. Should he offer to pay for the damages? He should probably offer to pay. God, he really didn't want to offer to pay. As the free drinks were passed out, he gladly took the opportunity to not think too hard, knocking back a few hard swigs and mumbling a thank you.

As he picked up his coat and scarf from where he picked them up, he watched the others who had fought curiously. They were an odd collection from what he could see, though he wasn't necessarily excluded from that. They'd all fought impressively, though. Shame this was probably all he'd ever see of any of them. Or at least, so he thought in the moment.

Reed only just turned from his drink as the wizard approached. He took a moment to admire the man's scarf before fluffing his own. Wizards, he'd knew how to deal with. Chroniclers, he was fairly sure that was just a fancy word for people who wrote things. Celebrity, though. That was high praise for someone to give themself, though Reed wasn't familiar enough with Waterdeep these days to know whether it was nothing but hot-air. Insight: 15 "Can't speak for the others," he mumbles, cheeks still flushed with the fading adrenaline of his rage. He glances over to see what they make of the man. "But I 'spose I'm an adventurer."

((5? guess I trust this man with my life, my livelihood, and my unborn child :P

Stilgar will come down to the table, grab the beer that Durnan will give him, and drink it saying "I'm loving this big city. So much excitement!" Looking at Volothamp after he approaches he'll say "A wizard! Fantastic. I guess I am an adventurer now. I've just been traveling for a long while and find myself here enjoying this city and bar. What help are you needing? Order me another of these" he'll say holding up his empty mug "and I'll gladly listen to your story."

Garrus, having wasted an arrow, frowns at the misfortune, but is quickly forced to forget about it as he is push towards, then forcefully sat down at a table with the various strangers who had fought the Troll. He had partaken in the slaying of the beast to test his skills, he wasn't there to celebrate in the act. However, it seemed that those around him wouldn't be letting him leave anytime soon. So, placing his bow at his side, he nursed his mug and began shuffling his cards, playing with his own fate again.

After a few rounds of shuffling he drew a card from the center and flipped it over to see. The Mists (aka Queen of Spades). "Does it mean this entire dinner? Or something more?" Garrus muttered to himself. However, before he could brood further on that train of thought, his attention was caught by the flamboyant man in front the group.

"...……...." He doesn't offer the man any response, but tugs on his hood a bit, pulling it just over his eyes. However he kept track on the bird-man near him. He wasn't a raven, but the cards were always weird about that kind of thing.

Krisphya seems impressed as the troll is defeated. Trolls have a nasty reputation. They are only sorry they coudn't have been more help, but when the voice comes along they immediately turn their attention toward him. 

Taking the drink offered by Durnan, Krisphyra turns toward Volo, sweeping a slight bow. "Mr. Geddarm. How might I be of service to you? I'm glad to help in whatever way I can." Krisphyra knows it sounds weird to most people. A dark elf asking how they can help surface dwellers, but that's one of the many reasons they make it a point to do so. 

"Mr. Geddarm", Zedfrey says with a nod. "Wherever there's adventure, I follow. So many stories to be told afterwards! How can we help?".

Atrabash grumbles to himself, "Hmm, running behind on the facts again." He puts the table down and slams his fist on its surface. "Sure doesn't feel like I contributed a thing", he thinks. He doesn't feel being part of the victors, but he doesn't want to stick out from the rest of the group so he takes a mug. Slowly sipping the beer, he tries to stay on the background while keeping an eye and an ear on what the others are doing.

Upon the entrance of Volothamp, his senses sharpen. "Someone who praises himself like that usually has his agenda." 
His plan was to get to Waterdeep and didn't include what to do when he got there. "Any clue on what to do next is better than none", he thinks, so he decides to at least listen to what this man has to say.

Volothamp quickly seems to come to some sort of relief at your encouragement to help him with a little adventure. He settles himself down at the table and orders the group a round, which is delivered promptly. Here he bends forward, hands splayed out as he speaks to you all with what is supposed to be an enticing lilt.

"I trust you've noticed the rise in violence in our fair city these past tendays," Volothamp nods toward the Yawning Portal where the Troll had been previously, and then tilts his head toward Yagra who huffs as she sips at her drink. She keeps herself mostly apart from your party, mainly disinterested in what you are doing. Instead she seems to be enjoying the free drinks. "Why," Volothamp gestures with an air of exasperation, "I haven't seen such bloodshed since my last visit to Baldur's Gate! But now...I fear I have misplaced a friend of mine amid this odious malevolence."

Here Volothamp goes quiet and a bit solemn as he continues his tale. "My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple a nights ago and was kidnapped--or worse." Volothamp grimaces at the idea. "If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?" Carefully, cautiously, Volothamp pulls out several small pouches--not quite enough for each of you, and he winces at the thought that he hadn't brought enough pouches. Still he counts out the dragons in front of you--ten apiece, like he said--and carefully places them into each pouch.

The pouches sit between him and you, waiting for your acceptance or refusal of his request to find Floon Blagmaar.

"Yes. Certainly. Absolutely," Reed said, his eyes going wide as he snatched the nearest bag. Flushed with excitement, he cleared his throat, trying not to look as eager as he obviously was. "I mean. I can't speak for the others, obviously, but I'm certainly interested. So, where did you last see this Floon fellow?" he asked, opening up the bag to count the coins a second time before carefully adding it to his coinpurse.

"Count me in," Zedfrey says while getting the small bag and putting it in his pocket.

"Can you give us a description of this Floon? Anything that stands out about him?", and then nodding to Reed, "And yeah, where was he seen last?".

"I could never turn down an opportunity to save someone. Although I would prefer a little more information before accepting this task", Atrabash ponders on the offer. He glances swiftly at one of the pouches. "I don't want to be doing it for the money, but someone has to cover for the expenses. I already spent enough on the journey to get here.",  he says to himself.

As he speaks up, standing a bit further from Volothamp, he says, "Hm, yes, Do elaborate a bit, if you wish."

Here Volothamp rubs at his chin and glances about the Yawning Portal for a moment before he sighs. "I...I am afraid I might've gotten Floon in a bit of trouble," he elaborates to the party a little reluctantly. "That's why I need some strapping and adventurous folk to check things out, yes? So let's see here...."

Volothamp taps at his chin and tilts his head back to recall what he can. He hums and haws for a moment before he finally says, "Last I saw Floon, who, by the way, is a handsome man with this gorgeous wavy red-blond hair. He's in his mid thirties if you must know, but doesn't look a day over twenty-five I swear! Ah, but to continue the tale, I haven't seen Floon in two days. We were last drinking at the Skewered Dragon down in the Dock Ward, I believe. Oh the fun we had there--the drink doesn't compare to the Yawning Portal of course, but it's a different sort of clientele than this fine establishment." He nods to Durnan and raises his glass of ale, who huffs back for a second.

For a moment Volothamp goes quiet and seems to hesitate, then hums and nods to himself. "You--you might want to look for any clues about him there. It's a dark, bawdy sort of tavern. They should have more information--I--I'm sorry to say I left before Floon so I have no idea what might've happened after I went home."

"All right then," Zedfrey says, "I think it's enough to get started. Where can we find you if we need anything else or find what happened to Floon?", he asks Volothamp.

Volothamp nods his thanks to the party, pleased you are willing to help him find out what has happened to Floon Blagmaar. He says lightly, "I'll be here if you have need of me. Durnan also knows how to get a hold of me, if needed. Please, adventurer's, find Floon." Assured that he has your cooperation, Volothamp finally leaves your party to discuss, taking his drink with him. He has given you the last known location of Floon Blagmaar, the Skewed Dragon in the Dock Ward of the city, and has promised to pay you all handsomely upon finding out what has happened to his dear friend.

The tavern itself has by this point in time mostly returned to rights. People are once more back in the building chatting and drinking away. Yagra gives a stiff sort of nod to your group and shuffles off herself if you care to notice. Durnan cleans the bartop counter, the off-key bard has begun to sing again, and tall tales and bawdy tavern stories once more begin to fill up the space with noise. Everything, it seems, has returned to business as usual at the Yawning Portal.

Atrabash slowly walks towards Volothamp and softly says to him, "Thank you for your generosity, I'll start searching in the morning. Don't worry, someone will find your friend." He turns to the others and says, "I'll be heading to the dock ward tomorrow morning. Just saying, so you won't be surprised if you see me there."

He takes one of the pouches, walks towards the bar and starts inquiring about a room for the night.

Garrus, stands up and looks at the group, "If we were given a job. Let's be done with it."