Arlon will go back to the tavern and see if anything has come up. He will wait there so the others can get to him quickly if needed.

Briga obligingly strokes the horse's mane and uses some spare cooper to buy Maxeene  an apple from the stall.  Her face is split by an ear to ear grin the entire time, but she tries not to distract from the Harper intrigue her friend is engaging in.  To the others who remain, she says: "Wearin' a fancy dress, epic opera that sounded cool, and I met a talking horse.  Best day ever, or best day ever?"

"Oh, that hits the spot - I had an itch I couldn't reach, thank you," Maxeene says as Briga strokes her mane.  "Oh and Apples - my favourite," she says as she chomps down on it.  After those who are boarding are aboard, she begins moving down her route.  It takes a few minutes, but on the corner of the High Road and the Way of The Dragon, two of the main roads through waterdeep, Maxeene stops and says "This is where I dropped those two curious fellows off when they came the other day, a lot of people get off here though, being the closest point we Drays stop for the Yawning Portal."

"Thank ye, Maxeene," Tyrus says, trying to not bring too much attention to the conversation they are having. "I'll pass that information on."

Then he turns to Griffdar and asks, "You were wanting to go to the Castle Ward, weren't you Griffdar?"

"Do you go close to the Castle Ward, Maxeene?" he then asks the horse. "And what about Scroll Street?"

"Yes, I'm really achin' to go, I almost thought of leavin' ya behind!" Griff chuckles.

"Then we should go there, right now," says Tyrus. "I can be returning my suit afterwards."

"You can get off here for Scroll Street, it's just the last road back, I'll be turning down The Way of The Dragon here," Maxeene replies to Tyrus.

"Do you go to the Castle Ward?" asks Tyrus after looking at Griffdar. "My dragonborn friend here has important business in the Castle Ward." 

"It's a two minute walk just back up the High Road, I'll be continuing down the Way of the Dragon to the Southern Ward and won't be that way again for about an hour or so," Maxeene replies.

"I can deal with a leisurely trip through the city in my swanky opera clothes with a friendly talking horse and my besties and comrades in arms," Briga says.

"Well then, we'd best be getting off and heading back to High Road," says Tyrus alighting from the dray. "And thank ye for the trip and the experience, and I can't wait to tell my family about this." The last sentence was said loud enough for any casual listener to overhear.

"Are ye returning that dress, lassie?" he asks Briga, as the others climb down off the dray. "I hope ye be having something else to wear then, otherwise you'll be attracting even more attention than you are now."

At this news Griff can't contain himself anymore and starts jogging to Castle Ward

Briga grumbles a bit.  "I kind of planned to return this at the last possible second.  When are these due back, anyway?  I guess quitting while I'm ahead might be good, I've managed to survive all evening without shredding the expensive dress, that's a win."  

"I don't know," says Tyrus as he watches Griffdar jog off up the street. "But I think it be important we follow Griffdar at the moment. Come on."

Tyrus will try to keep the dragonborn in sight, but won't resort to running, if he can help it.

Going back to the high road to Scroll Street, you find ourself once again outside Meiroth's Fine Silks.  The door is open, and the same woman is inside.

Tyrus will take this opportunity to dash into the shop, give back his suit, and take back any deposit he left, which I don't think was asked for.

After thanking the woman, he will then hurry back outside and follow after Griffdar.

Briga does the same, grudgingly returning the dress with a quick "thank you," changes back into her Urban Bounter Hunter clothes, and continues to keep pace with Tyrus, following Griff. 

Matching Tyrus' strides with her long legs, Briga makes conversation while jogging alongside him.  "I think I dropped the ball there, with that offer for knighthood or whatever," Briga says. "I was just so caught off guard.  You guys have the right of it - if a powerful group calls you to jump, you jump.  I think after this I'm  going to tell the order of the gauntlet that I'm accepting the gauntlet they've thrown down for me."  

"I be not jumping anywhere, lassie," says Tyrus while trying to lengthen his stride to make it easier for Briga. "Mirt's talk about the Harpers be intriguing, but for the moment I be more interested in having him as a ten percent partner in the tavern. We be needing his name and connections if we want it to be successful. The politicking side of things can come later, if it be palatable."

Peering a head, Tyrus then asks, "Can you be seeing Griffdar from up there? We don't want to lose him."

7 - Athletics

23 - Perception

Briga pushes herself to continue the fast run to catch up while peering ahead to spot the armored dragonborn.