"Ooh!  Target practice!"

Rivon ignores the suggestion of applying fire to the troll head and instead readies his bow in hopes of impressing everyone in the tavern.  He wears no quiver, but as he draws the obsidian bowstring back, a shimmering arrow appears, nocked and ready to fly.  He first vaults on to a table for effect...and to make sure everyone sees how amazing he looks. 

Taman frowns and closes the book he had open on the table in front of him. He stays seated, steepling his hands in front of him as he waits to see if another troll does come up out of the depths. It is not an unfamiliar occurance here after all, so he is not overly concerned by the possibility of it happening.

Vey hops up as the head of the troll roll towards the table watching the event in a bit of a confused jovially state, but at the mention of the other troll that may or may not pop up in the center of the tavern he readies an Eldritch Blast after all rule 23 “When there’s trouble, think fast and act decisively”

Earlier, Three had been a touch too pensive to pay much mind to Rivon's acquisition within those early few seconds. And while a bonk to the head would gather some attention, she eventually recovered with a shark-like smile and the beginnings of a "Oh, I didn't see you ther--", before then being cut off by the ruckus at the well.

"What's a troll?" She asked of noone particular, but more than loud enough to be heard even by the dwarf. "Wait, aren't I part troll? Or was it Oni? I always forget..." Three went on to comment and ultimately trail off to ponder, seeming just as unbothered as Taman, if not too naive to understand the danger. Yet if something did come climbing out of the well, a sharp nailed hand would find the nearby haft of a maul nearby in moments.

Further Character Description for the Interested: 

The Dwarf is out of The Well and now standing on his feet, as he turns and looks down at the hole, waiting for a few moments. No other Troll follows.

As Rivon is standing on the table, one of the other patrons, near Rivon, says, "Well look at that! That's a nifty bow! Doesn't even need any arrows."

Rivon grins from ear to ear.

The dwarf turns towards the strange amalgam lady with a truly dumbfounded look, staring for a moment before nodding. "I's about to ask how summun could acshully not know what they's made of, but I 'magine once yer made'v shark teeth y'begin questionin' those things." He give a light chuckle that is quickly cut off by a cough, putting a hand over a still fresh wound to the left of his ribcage from his previous fight. He takes out a beautifully ornate golden warhammer and leans on it casually to alleviate some of the burden. The hammer has a hand-like brand stamped into the leather handle and bears insignia of both dwarven and elvish origin that someone keen in that department of knowledge might take note of. "The name's Fujin, what's yer's miss tall and mighty?" He offers a handshake with a once yellow-hued, now blood-stained, dwarven grin. Still keeping an ear trained on the well, listening for any sign of a slimy troll making it's ascent up the cold stone walls of the Yawning Portal.

Taman, seeing no signs of this second troll, lifts a hand from where it had moved to grip the staff leaning near him. Of interest to those who have traveled with Taman, the staff is clearly new, with runes of magic engraved along its length. He also wears some new, magical-looking, gauntlets. In place of his old scale mail, Taman also now has on new-looking half-plate armor. The symbol of Azuth has been afixed to the shield he took from the black dragon's island.

Taman eyes the blood-stained dwarf for a moment, then shrugs and returns to the book he had been studying prior to the dramatic entrance of the dwarf.

Three puts a finger to her chin and tilted her head, seeming thoughtful over the initial statement. But soon as she's question again, she brushes off previous concern and smiled brightly at the dwarf. "I'm Three. Well, technically, I'm Thressa, and Three is more a short hand for other stuff. But either or is fine by me!" With that, she happily grasps the dwarf hand... but wouldn't actually initiate any shaking. That part she'd leave to Fujin. "Nice to meet'cha. You're pretty ****ed up though, huh?" She doesn't wait for answer before turning to look to Taman. "Mr. Tomato! This fella could use some healing!"

As your group is getting familiar with this interesting Dwarf, you notice a couple of gentlemen having a somewhat heated argument. When you look over, you notice:

A couple of scholars from the archaeological institute are sitting at a table not too far from you. On the table between them is something small, standing about 6 inches high and covered with a bit of burlap cloth. One of the scholars is heard talking to the other one "...but there is no way we will find someone. Anyone who has ever heard of the temple will never go near it." The other man waves his hands, as if getting the other one to lower his voice, and says, in a hushed tone, but still audible enough for you to hear, "Look around you, there are plenty of adventuring types here, who would be more than willing to go on a scavenger hunt; for the right price of course. Something that Presbella has already stated is no object." With that he then tells the first man "Watch this", and removes the burlap from the item standing between them. As the burlap is removed, you see a small jade figurine that seems to be depicting a warrior-type figure with feathers and deer-hide garments. He then says, "Now watch and see who comes to ask about this little guy".

Fujin gives a firm dwarven handshake. Not so firm as to hurt you, but just firm enough to remind you who's hand you're shaking. "Aie, I'm thinkin' I'll stick wiff Three. I'm not all 'at hot with rememb'rin erbody's names unless it's Boxarocks. Moradin bless that fella." He pauses for a moment to gesture to his wound "I've 'ad worse days, but I've also been havin' better days too. If you're offrin' heals you won't hear any complaints on my end" Then, taking note of the conversation across the way and seeing the Jade figure he looks back to Three "Aie, see 'at there statue...?" He squints to try and make out more detail and see if it's any recognizable figure before approaching.

History (First Roll!): 24
+3 if Stonecunning is applicable here.

Fujin looks very closely from across the table, but is not able to recognize this figurine. He can tell that it looks to be VERY old though.

Fujin meanders his way over to their table, grabbing just enough of the many drinks he ordered for the tavern and slams them all down in front of where the jade statue is. "Aie, it looked like ye noisebags were tryin' tah be quiet but I could hear ye over the rest of the damn tavern. I'll bite, I caught somthin' boutta temple, s'that right? Af so, S'it out of town and what do y'need from it?" He slides the drinks across the table towards each of the scholars.

Taman looks up as he overhears the conversation. His eyes narrow as he focuses on the jade figure atop the table. History: 18, rolled in game log.

Feeling the firmness in the grip, Three reflexively mirrors it as best she could in the moment; her expression brightening in feeling the strength and callus to the dwarven hand. At the following request (about the statue, not healing), Three glances over and simply said, "Yea. Kinda pretty."

Annnnd that was about it for her on subject. But interest in the dwarf would yet lead to the chimera watching the dwarf, and even shadowing him to an extent out of curiosity alone. "Oh! Oh! Are you taking on a job, Fuji? Want some company? Oh! And mind if Mr. Tomato and Mr. Riverz come to? They're really good at, uh... well lotsa stuff!" She assures, gesturing back to the pair. Her eyes then trail over to Vey, who she hadn't quite missed started conjuring a spell in the promise of a troll fight, but neither had she acknowledged him... until just this very moment. "What about you Mr., uh... uhm... What's your name, actually?" She called out to Vey. 

Vey bows having got lost in the ruckus and hilarity of the dwarfs entrance. Hearing the ladies inquiry he remembers his manners and rules “Forgive my ill manners lady. I am Veytoranimus Etranomicon but most just call me Vey it a lot easier. I actually would be honor to accompany your party! What are your names if I might inquire?” 

Taman also looks the jade statue over, to see if he knows anything about it. He doesn't, except that it is VERY old.

I  response to Fujin's question, the scholar looks over to the other one and says, "See, what'd I tell you" He then looks at Fujin and says, "Yes, there's a temple that is "lost", but with the procurement of this statue we believe we may have discovered where it's located. As we are only scholars, we don't have the necessary... tools, to complete the discovery. It is not in town, but on the island of Chult, and we already have passage set to travel there. Are you and your friends willing to take up an adventure of a lifetime?"

Taman remains seated, not able to identify the statue as anything in particular, other than old. He waits to see what the others think. The dwarf is an unknown quantity at this point, so he is more interested to see what his other companions think.

Fujin's interest is immediately piqued when he hears the word Chult, his eyes that were once glancing about the others at the table as the scholar spoke now dart and fixate on him. "Aie, the jungle island?! Where's that at, south'a here?" He seems visibly excited about the opportunity to go to this island. "Whuzzis temple's deal? Real dangerous'r somfin? Scary Dargon'r a big 'ol Basilisk? Wot's the catch?"

History (Knowledge of Chult): 17

Turning his attention to the lady of a thousand races, the childlike excitement barely being held back on his otherwise bold featured face. "Aie, af yer offrin' some company I'd be a right fockhead to turn yuh down. I left m'home up north to explore Faerûn and I been in this Moradin damned town fer near a fockin' month, I'm doin' whatever it takes tuh get outta 'ere and go elsewhere. Travelin' alone ain't the same tho, so yer beyond welcome to come along. In fact, to the nine hells with'at, yer invited." The fact that he's been able to contain all of his excitement is a dwarven miracle, the only explanation that would make any sense is that his excitement has been seeping out of his troll gift in the form of blood, although he doesn't seem all that bothered by the wound anymore.

As it seem to take Three a few moments to process even Vey's full name, by the time she did so, Fujin chiming in grabs her almost immediately before spouting an answer. "Yay! Not sure 'bout the nine hellz, as I heard that place is a bit neighborhood. But sure! Oh, and fore I forget--" She whips back around and with a pep to her step, offered Vey a handshake.

If accepted, she tries her best to mirror Fujin, but adds a touch to much power in the grip. "I will most certainly call you Vey then!" Three declared all the same. "Oh, and I'm Three. The little bow guy overe there is Mr. Riverz. And the quiet one over there Mr. Tomato!" She introduced, gesture to the halfling and human each in turn. Three then leans to Vey and whispers with a hand cupped by her lips. "Don't mind Tammy too much. Boss Man says its just a think with Azuth followers that's real deep into him. But he'll open up I'm sure." With that, she leans back with a broad smile, before finally seeming to remember the actual employers. "So, when do we leave?"