Tyrus gives Briga a long look and says, "You be having hidden depths, Lassie, and that be quite some thinking you've been doing there." He then takes a thoughtful sip of his drink and adds, "But I have to be admitting to having similar thoughts... That there be more than just simple happenstance involved in what's been happening to us... But whether that be the gods or the doings of mortals, I've no idea."

He then takes a much longer drink and in a much less thoughtful tone says, "Anyone up for a visit to the Sea Ward? I've got some information to deliver to Mirt."

Arlon smiles at Briga and enjoys her candor.

Being from the city he is unused to such straightforwardness. He finds it refreshing. 

"Maybe some god is playing with us, Tymora has been know to favor adventurers, but let's take that luck in stride and make the better of it." 

Arlon stays silent next to Griff until the talking is done than chimes in. 

"The Dragons will help if the task is set to Griff. " He turns to Griff, " We are a team after all."

Tyrus scratches his head and then asks Arlon, "Be the Dock Ward and the Sea Ward be in the same place? By their names they should be."

Arlon nods. "They should but they are not. The Dock Ward is rather poor and to the south,  and not usually as patrolled by the Watch, and the Sea Ward is to the north and you can find really nice mansions there. There is a saying about not being able to turn a corner without bumping in the watch or some private military group in that ward." 

"Well, I will say that I will leave that for your decision, you've been assigned to a crew of four dungsweepers, to meet at six bells tomorrow morning while they perform their duties.  They'll be working in the Dock Ward, as I mentioned, and from your knowledge of the town," Jalestar says to Arlon, "You should know that the city watch probably won't be there if something does happen," he says with a serious tone.  "Whether you feel you can handle that on your own or not, I'll leave that up to you.  I'm just interested in the job being done, the method is up to you," he says more playfully. 

"And I'll definitely check out your tavern when I'm assigned to patrol the North Ward, unfortunately my duties keep me close by the Open Lord and I need to be a moments notice away, and the Yawning Portal is the only place within walking distance of the palace.  Next time I'm not on call though, I might pop by," he says as you advertise the place to him.

"Count me in.  I just really hope the mess with the dung sweepers.  I don't mean that in a bad way, I just hope we see some action.  Sweeping dung all day sounds boring.  Watching people sweep dung sounds, like, worse," Briga says.

"Thanks be to you, Arlon, for telling me the rights about the different wards," says Tyrus. "And, based on what ye be telling me, I think I need to be off to deliver Maxeene's message to Mirt in the Sea Ward."

He then takes a long pull on his drink and gets to his feet. "Anyone interested in a walk to see the sights?" he says before once more taking a drink.

Arlon leaves a silver more than his due and mentions to the bar. 

"I m taking the drink with me. Left something to compensate for it.... of course." He turns to Tyrus, "Let's take that walk."

Tyrus will finish his drink and look questioningly at Briga and Griffdar.

Briga messily eats a portion of the food she ordered and grabs the remainder, "Turkey leg for a road snack, I'm good to go."

"Count me in. I should familiarize myself with the city some more."

Leaving the Yawning Portal, the abandonded dragons head north to the Sea Ward.  As you make your way there, the presence of the city guard in both the castle ward and the sea ward is obvious.  Every street you can see at least four guards patrolling in between each road.  You make your way to where Mirt's address is, and come across a beautiful manor that sits alone and almost takes up an entire block in size.  Walking up to the door, you knock and a halfling man in a black suit answers the door. "State your business with the master," he says to the group in a strict tone.

Arlon looks at Tyrus a smile playing on his smile. 

"Yes, .. What ARE we doing here." he says winking at the guard trying to alleviate the atmosphere. 

(Trying to help if it is needed ) 

Tyrus fishes in his purse and pulls out a number of coins as well as the Harper's pin. He then keeps these items visible in the cup of his hand while he talks. 

"We're here to talk to a man about a horse," he says innocently while keeping an eye on the reaction of the servant.

"Ah, please come in.  Mirt is out right now, but if you want to wait, I can get you a drink," the manservant says nicely as you produce the harper pin.

Tyrus will lead the way into the residence looking around with curiosity to see how flamboyantly someone like Mirt has furnished his house.

In answer to the servant's question, he says, "A drink would be gratefully accepted, what be on offer?"

As you walk in, the place is opulent in design, a strip of red carpet runs down the stairs and just in front of the grand staircase directly opposite the door, about eight rooms and three corridors branching off in different directions from the foyer.  The entrance hall itself decorated with four marble statues and six expensive sofas, each able to hold four or five people comfortably.  The servant nods and says "we have the finest wines, ales, meads and spirits that Waterdeep has to offer, we also have water and tropical juices should your pallet not be suited to the stronger stuff," before giving a nod and awaiting your requests for drinks.

"Mead!" says Tyrus with excitement. "You caught me when you said mead. I haven't had that since I was half my size. Mead please... Ummm, what do I call you?"

Alron watched all around enjoying the esthetics. 

"Drinks for me too. Some wine please, red if possible and elven if you have.." he checks himself "But don't ope' à bottle on my account. Any good red wine will do."

He waits for the manservant to leave then turns to the others.

"Are you all part of a group now? And what does that entails for the Dragons?" 

"I'm just testing the waters, as it were," says Tyrus, still looking around at all the finery. "But it be looking good so far."