"mmmm well that is troubling describe for me what exactly happened at with these goblins you spoke of."

"Everything was fine until we came on a roadblock,  turned out to be dead mules, before I could move them we were set upon.  I almost went down in the initial volley.  One of our companions yelled something before they cut him down....I think he'd been in league with them" Reghar will finish describing when and where this happened and watch how the response is given

Roth

"Thar's more o' them oot in the wild'rness, ah can promise ye.  Might've cut the bugger tae pieces." rasps the druid, quickly glancing outside, hoping to glimpse a sight of the tavern.

"I can see my friend is getting impatient.  Can we settle up on the shipment?  Perhaps yall can continue the discussion over a drink while I unload the goblin gear" Reghar stuffs the armor back and begins walking to the door hoping to be followed to the wagon.

Geth had been waiting patiently by the cart while Reghar and Roth discussed the particulars. He wasn't much for negotiating himself. Still, like the rest of his companions, he was curious about the strange development of their missing employer. "So, where to now?" he asked.

"I could eat" She says getting to her feet as she stands and looks at the others with a smile.

"I mean who doesn't like fresh baked bread, a flagon of mead, a nice thick mutton stew what say you friends," She says actually on her feet now walking over the crates smiling down at the others.

As Elmar Barthens follows you outside Reghar he says " That not good those animals sound like the ones i let Gundren and Sildar borrow if there was an ambush for you i fear for what might of happened to my friends but for now i'll take the cart and supplies and here is your gold agreed upon(10g for each of you). I know that you are not free of your obligation to Gundren but i would hope you would find him, between you and me he told me before he left that he and his brothers found the lost mine of the Phandelver's Pact in the nearby hills."looking over to Priscilla " if you're looking for food and rest the best place in town is the Stonehill Inn"

"I doubt we could be of use tonight but in the morning we can see."

Roth

"To the inn!  We huv' gold tae spend!"  Roth brushes a centipede off his shoulder, that possibly emerged from his ragged hair.  It drops to the floor and scuttles away into the shop, while the druid scuttles the other way, sniffing the air for hints of food and drink.

"I'll catch up after I unload this crap. It should at least cover our rooms tonight."

Geth shook his head. Some of his companions were interesting. That was for sure. He wasn't in desperate need for something to eat, but he wasn't much of a heavy lifter either. He quietly followed Roth and Priscilla to the inn.

Angelus quietly follows the majority.

"EWWW, Roth was that in your hair! Seriously we need to treat you to a bath, trust me you'll love them, especially the bubbles!" She says walking alongside the druid with a smile as she slaps his back, well leg as she chuckles.

Reghar as the other travel off towards the Lionshield Coster you make it there just in time to see a human woman around 35 years old just getting ready to lock up, but just a you begin to walk up she look up hopefully and then huffs in frustration then looking she says "Can i help you?"

The rest of you make you way only a block down seeing in the center of town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers and a sign saying Stonehill Inn hanging from the door. Entering the common room is filled with locals nurseing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity. A rather young man behind the bar yell out "Welcome to the Stonehill Inn come on in and take a seat ill be with you in just a moment!." (what would you like to do first?)

"Yes ma'am, and I'm sorry to stop by so close to closing. On the road in tod af y my friends and I were ambushed by goblins.  1 man was killed. I was hoping to sell the weapons and armor from the goblins to cover a place for us to stay, and such"

The older women looks you over for a second and curses under her breath "Alright come in come in bloody goblins are ruining everything this week i fear my shipment is lost to them to!"

Let me see what you got....but if you and your friends have faced these worthless goblins before i could use some assistance i have lost my shipment of goods to these goblins i fear and if you would be willing to retrieve it there would be some coin in it for you, but you're probably tired from the road...looking over the good here all these for 150 gp hows that sound?"

"Sounds fair. Tell me about your shipment. "

Roth

Rather than head for a seat, the druid sits in a heap on the floor, and begins to chew his gnarled toenails.  In between spitting the contents of his mouth onto the floor, he shouts at the barkeep.  "Drink!  Strong'r and cheap'r the bett'r!  As much as ten of these will get me!"  Roth scatters the ten gold coins on the floor around him, glaring at the nearest customers as if to dare them to help themselves to his hard-earned coin.

After having rid himself of the armor that proved too little too late, Geth followed his companions into the inn. Though, he quickly kept his distance from Roth as he proceeded to show how lacking in basic manners he was. Best not to be associated with that. Instead, he was content to find a table off to the other side of the inn, far away from that.

Priscilla looks at the tables and chair and notices most once again are for those of human-sized people. With a sigh, she pulls out a chair at a nearby empty table when she notices Roth sit on the floor and begin to chew on his toes.

Quickly she walks over and slaps at Roths foot, she then makes a gross face and wipes it off on a nearby piece of cloth that's not hers'. "ARE YOU DAFT!"

 She exclaimed as Priscilla scowls at the still taller Roth and points at him. "Did your mother never teach you manners, I mean do you want to get us kicked out on our butts for disgust fellow patrons, I mean this place makes money off those patrons who want to eat and drink and maybe rest here, and you are here pulling what I assume are feet out and chew on them!!! Seriously we are gonna have to get you acclimated to the more social graces"