You all head to the castle ward, the ward that holds the home of the Open Lord of Waterdeep who conducts most of their business from the palace.

to whomever will listen, "Hello. I am Griffdar Goodwar, Paladin of Bahamut. I am here because the Open Lord has requested my visit. Could you please notify him of my presence?"

Tyrus looks at the giant dragonborn and whispers to Briga, saying, "He certainly does know how to make an entrance, don't he?"

Arlon smiles. 

"I wonder if he'll let us come with him meet the Open Lord...." 

"Open Lord Laerel Silverhand will see you in a moment, Mr. Goodwar.  We were told to expect your visit, but she is just finishing up with a meeting, she shouldn't be long," one of the attendants says to you.  After about fifteen minutes, the same attendant comes up to you and says "Open Lord Silverhand will see you now, do you have anyone you would wish to join you in this audience?" the attendant asks.

Arlon stays silent but bristles a bit about being taken for a lackey. 

It's all for the greater good he silently repeats in his head like a mantra. 

Briga holds up a hand.  "If you don't mind having your groupies tag along, Griff, I'm sure we'd be interested in meeting the Open Lord. Your call, either way, man."

"Yes, accompanying me shall be the rest of The Abandoned Dragons." 

Griff allows the person to lead the away as he follows very closely behind still clearly excited.

The attendent gives a slight nod and leads you into the audience chamber.  Sitting in the only occupied seat is a woman in white and gold robes, her silver hair tied into a halo and then flowing in dreadlocks behind her, a human woman standing about five feet four inches tall, who looks at you all and notices the Dragonborn "Ah, Mr. Goodwar, I presume," she says in a warm but authorative voice.

"Yes, M'Lady!" he says excitedly as he takes a knee and bows his head.

Tyrus will also take the knee.

Arlon follows suit. He tries to do as the other not curtsying as a noble would. He feels he needs to stray on the down-low. 

"You may rise," Laeral says before letting out a small chuckle at the display.  "The abandoned dragons are starting to make a name for themselves within the city of Waterdeep.  I keep my ears to the ground, and well, I didn't want to step on Mirt's or the Gauntlet's toes - and we all came to an agreement, why not each recruit a different member of the group, knowing that you'd probably work together any.  So, I'm going to get straight to business.  Mr. Goodwar, I would like to invite you to be one of my representatives within the Lord's Alliance.  The alliance is there to effectively keep peace and assist other member states of the faction, but we do have some work needing done in Waterdeep.  The work we have may not be the most pleasant, but I wanted to invite you personally after hearing what you had done for Mr. Neverember," she says.

 Griff rises and speaks, "It is an honor, my lord. When the Gauntlet offered a spot to Brigs I must admit, I was a jealous. I wanted to be apart of the gauntlet with her... I started to do my research on the factions here in Waterdeep. And I knew, where I really belonged was in the Lord's Alliance. I do not speak in hyperbole when I say, I nearly ran the entire way here... This is a dream come true." Griff goes back to his knee, "I, Griffdar Goodwar, accept your kind and generous offer I will give the all of myself to the alliance. Peace will be kept at my blade."

Arlon smiles proudly at Griff words. 

Inwardly a little concerned about what Laeral said, Tyrus still shouts out a strong dwarvish cry of 'Hear! Hear!' for his dragonborn friend.

"Well, Jalester Silvermane will be your contact from now on, I trust him and he is a high ranking agent of the Alliance. I'll have him pass by Trollskull Alley with your first mission," the Open Lord replies, "And, to all of you, good job with the Xanathar Guild hideout.  This gang war between them and the Zhents are really making the streets of Waterdeep dangerous," she comments.

"Jalester Silvermane... okay. Thank you. Speaking of making the streets safer... if I may. We have been tasked with finding out about the recent Black Viper robberies. Do you have any insight for us or records or leads we could follow?"

OOC: Is Trollskull where our home base is?

Briga awkwardly fidgets at the mention of her offer from the Gauntlet, but smiles at the closure of his statement.  She quietly says to her other companions, grinning, "Some dragons breathe fire.  Griff breathes pure charm."  

After the Black Viper investigation is brought up, Briga steps forward slightly, "Yes, this thief, the Black Viper, has apparently been hitting the noble districts.  The gang war between the Zhents and Xanathar's goons is the bigger concern, for sure, likely to spill more blood on the streets, and there's no clear solution for that.  If there's anything our city's protectors can offer us in the way of leads on the Viper, we'd be grateful.  If there's anything we can do to manage the gang war, we'd be glad to help, of course, but that sort of things never has an easy answer."  

"Yes, I don't mean to get ahead of myself. As an honored member of Lord's Alliance -- I will do whatever I can where ever I best fit for whatever you think is most important. I want to bring nothing but honor and respect and lead the way for others... like myself, born with chromatic scales who would just as soon stomp the heart of evil and turn their back and take up arms against Tiamat."