Storm King's Thunder + Against the Giants

"Thwip? AH. Nice fellow that one. All right. I let you pass. But keep those beasts calm, or I'll put them into tonight's stew."

That said, few momemts later, the gate opens. The buildings of Hundelstone are quite short and none is taller than the stone wall. The people here are mostly dwarves and gnomes. From time to time you see a human.

"Alright Ren, where to?" Erakas asks.

"Why don't y'all go get a room at the local inn and I will meet you shortly, my business won't take long," Ren says to Erakas as he starts to walk away. He looks back and says, "Don't get into too much trouble while I am away."

Erakas flags down a passing local and asks them for directions to the nearest pub and or inn that might fit him and his friends and if there is an leathersmith or blacksmith nearby as well.

He attempts to be as charming as possible about it, though a dragonborns toothy grin is generally more unsettling than comforting.  

(OOC - I wonder if a certain tinker gnome might be able to convert this skull in to a helm)

A random gnome: " Well, there is the Yawning Bear, 100 feet that, You can't miss it." While indicates the direction to get to the Inn. The he gives a look to Marshmellow. "Definitely you can't miss it. Have a good Dady."

"Yawning Bear eh? sounds perfect for us." 

Erakas leads his merry band of misfits in to the Yawning Bear.

Grathart follows Erackas to the Yawning Bear, ready to kick off his boots and kick back by the fire, "A pipe, some chicken, and nice long nap" he says aloud to no one in particular.

Ren will look for Twhip's shop, asking any townspeople he comes across for help. 

A pretty lady gnome nicely indicate Thwip's shop to Ren. It's about 130 feet from the gate. Although quite small, the shop is quite unique. Gadgets and contraptions of all kind lie literally everywhere. A clockwork is activated when Ren closes the door, a nice music announced the arrival of a new (or old) customer. " Be there in a minute", you hear a voice from the back of the shop.

Few moments later a rock gnome, bald and with quite tick glasses, shows up. " Good morning sir. What...Is it morning, isn't it? (checking what it seems a watch)...What can I do for you?"

Erakas will inquire with the Innkeeper as to a place where he may have his skull properly converted to a helm or hat for him.

Ren walks around the shop, touching different things with wonder in his eyes. He here's the small gnomes question but ignores him as he grabs up different gadgets and starts playing with them. After a moment he regains his composure and stands up straight. "Are we alone, Thwip? I have some things to discuss with you in private." Ren says to the gnome. He looks around the shop some more, thoroughly impressed by the minor wonders he sees around him.

Erakas
The innkeeper of the Yawning Bear is a tall dark-skinned human by the name Mil. " What kind of beast is that thing?...Anyway I can vouch for Master BrightShield, he is a quite talented blacksmith. You can find it 70 feet down the road, then on the left"

Ren
Thwip waits 3 minutes, watching Ren, then his watch. He then goes behind the counter and moves something. Ren hears a series of clicks, some levers and cranks move and turn around. The door then shuts on is own and Ren does need to check to know that the door is sealed. " Now we are alone. Tell me..."

"My friends and I ran afoul of this remorhaz on our way from Ironmaster."  Erakas thanks Mil and heads down the road looking for Master Brightshield.

"Your inventiveness proceeds you, Thwip. I am a Bright Candle," Ren rubs his Harper pin and tucks it back into his cloak. "I have news, that I was informed to tell you word for word by the Princess of the North, Beldora. I need the top brass in the Network to know we have Artus Cimber's son. We are going to travel with him to the city of Luskan before heading to Waterdeep. I need an emissary to meet us when we arrive in the City of Splendors. There is something strange going on, I can't place it. I need to know if there has been any news through the Network of any strange events of interest. Also, I will be traveling with four (4) brave warriors and creatures. (OOG He will explain them quickly and in detail) I ask that the Network keeps a close eye on our group and offer protection to all of us. This thing with Artus Cimber, the Ring of Winter and now his son is a mystery that I will unlock! Also, have you heard anything about Giants attacking? Any more information we can gather would be most helpful on our mission."

Ren looks around the shop some more and leans in, looking at a small gaggle of watches. "Time is short, my friend, and Thwip, you being a lone operative here in the frozen North, I feel like you having this information is most prudent. The Giants attacked Bryn Shandar and we barely held them off. Something is broken, something is wrong."

REN
"We of the Harp never turn our back to each other. You will have help, genasi. But I fear I have worse news. I have been receiving report of giant attack through the entire north. Not only frost giants, but hills, fire and stone giants as well. Quite frankly we don't understand wholly what is happening. But if the frost giant are in searching of the Ring of Winter, they mustn't obtain it, at any cost. Please, complete your mission dear friend. I'll pass this information to the Network, You 'll get any help from the harpers. As soon as you finish your quest go to Everlund and seek out Krowen Valharrow. He is a archwizard of the Moongleam Tower. He will help you, no matter what."

Thwip gives Ren a clockwork dog (tiny). When recharged with a key, it lasts for 12 hours and has AC 5, 1 HP and walking speed of 30 feet. It has no actions but it follows your instrunctions.

"Here. Take this token in sign of our friendship."

Grathart lights his pipe, filled with a dark brown leaf and a smaller amber colored one, the smell of which is like dark chocolate and honey. He waves down a Barmaiden and requests chicken and ale. He then turns to Rockhand who had plopped down beside him. "Share a pipe?" he says offering her the pipe

Mil the innkeeper" 5 silvers, please"

Sirac dares asking the pipe at the druid: " You mind? "