The goblin does a little hop and skip with excitement, smile still present.  "Zurzg look forward to hunt!  Zurzg is expert hunter!"

Margret nods to the suggestion and starts to get up

"We've had a rough couple of days Mr Edermath clearing Tesendar and such. I guess we'll head back to the Inn and get a good nights sleep. Thankyou so much for the hospitality you have been more educational than you know. Got any apples we can buy?"

She says to the goblin

"I'm sure you have more abilities than I could ever dream of my friend we are so lucky to have you with us"

Zurzg looks up at Margret with suspicion, but nods in agreement nonetheless.

He sells you 5 apples for 5 coppers.

Sildar expects the return of the other group by tomorow afternoon. Do you want to do anything specific until then?

(Time of day?)

Right now? Mid afternoon of the 5th of Eleasias.

Quote from Bhuraelea >>

On your shoping tour you hear the following stories. 

Sister Garaele: north of the destroyed village of Connyberry exists a banshee called Agatha. Banshees are undead Elfs. She has milenials of knowledge about this region. Flatter her vanity and you may be able to trade something for the information you seek. Sister Garaele tried to trade a jeweled silver comb, created by a great Elven artist to find out what happened to the spellbook of the legendary mage Bowgentle. Unfortunately Agatha didn’t appear for Garaele. She still needs to find the spellbook, but is willing to give you the comb as a thank you for getting rid of the Redbrands.

 

Barthen: Raidoth, an elven druid visits the village from time to time, he would know where the castle is. But Elmar didn’t see him for nearly a month. Last time he saw him, was in the Stonehill inn, where he was talking with Thel Dendrar.

Halia: find Falcon the Ranger he may be able to lead you to Cragmaw Castle

Linene: Darren Edermath, a former adventurer lives here in the village. He owns an Orchard, he may know something.

Also because of the recent troubles with bandits and goblins raiding merchants towards Neverwinter and with Orcs blocking the passes towards Triboar, more exotic supplies are scarce. Neither do you find any herbs or incense nor does anyone got any better armor for sale then what you got at the moment. But with the traveling west to Neverwinter open again, thinks can be organized again, it will take about half a week though.

Elmar also pointed you to someone who could repair the damaged studded leather armor you got (or any other damaged leather armor).

( well guys?)

Margret heads back to the Inn (I suppose my friends follow) beaming with new information she asks the Inn keeper for  the key to her room and where Nobodys room is.

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Over the curse of the evening you are able to find out, that Thel Dendrar is the husband of the woman you rescued from the redbrands. He is still missing and Mirna and Sildar suspect the worse. But Mirna is able to tell you that her husband and Raidoth were talking about Thundertree, a village near Mt Hoatenow that got destroyed nearly 30 years ago when the volcano erupted. Raidoth was looking for information about the village, because the forrest around the ruins started to change recently, in an unnatural way. Raidoth wanted to find out what happened there. Thel and Mirna both grew up in the village before their families had to flee to Neverwinter. As a thank you, Mirna explains to you where in Thundertree her family used to live and where they have hidden a very valuable heirloom. If you are able to retrieve it, it would be yours.

Nobody, you manage to study the Alchemist Books for 8 hours. 

Ree’lyn and Maltake escort one of the Redbrand Prisoners to Neverwinter. They should be back in 6 days with more supplies for the shops and hopefully a few guards.

Moss, Ostran and a couple of villagers like Ander and Thistle recover the stolen goods from the hideout. They make sure to stay away from the natural cavern, so that they not disturb the mystery tenant there. 

As a compensation for the goods and to balance the rest of the money for the weapons, Sildar gives you a prommisary note for 50 gold. You can exchange it at any money exchange in the Lords Aliance. Here in Phandelin that would be Harbin Wester, the Town Master.

The Next day you sit together with Sildar after lunch to discuss your next step, when 3 figures enter the Inn:

Walking up to the table where Sildar is seated, Dain nods to those around the table with Sildar.  He is a dwarf, with a set of glowing lines running up his right arm, most of which is hidden under his tunic and the studded leather armor he wears.  he has a crossbow at his hip, and a few tools poking out of his pack.  "Hello to ye all."  He says, then turns to Sildar.  "We talked to the midwife, but she no wanted to come to town.  The dwarfs are safely here though, just be talking to the person running the miner's exchange."

"...and I says to him, I says, 'You know Horace, no one stamps on a burning bag of dung anymore!  No one!  That's when I knew-oh,"  The voice stops abruptly as its owner takes in the scene before her.  Noticing Sildar, the halfling walks slowly up to the sheriff and salutes.  "Howdy, sheriff."  Looking at the others assembled, the halfling continues, "Ah, these must be the 'band of friends' you spoke of before - the ones that drove away the mercenaries, or bandits was it?  Nice to meet you all, I'm Otrov."  Otrov waves her companions over as she recounts the last few days of their travel, focusing a lot on her defeat of the manticore, bringing out the manticore spike to show everyone.  "Two errands assigned, two errands complete.  Now about our payment..." Otrov trails off theatrically, comically bulging her eyes as she looks towards Sildar.

 [OOC: *edited because I noticed pink was already a used colour*]

A half elf of average build with greenish white hair and pure green eyes follows them in, he has a pack on his back and a rapier on his hip, and is currently not paying much attention, almost walking into a couple people and tables on his way over as he plays what has to be the most out of tune lute you’ve ever heard. Reaching the table he’ll nod and put it away, “I think thats got it. Oh, hello, I’m Relgalyn. And they’ve summed things up pretty well. Anything else you need?”

The sole tiefling among those gathered did not so much as even glance at the new arrivals. Instead, listless and pupiless black eyes stayed affixed upon a ring he held in one hand, while the other bearing both a black rod that quietly hummed with power and more awkwardly a ring inlaid with a pearl, is swept over it. Now and then, a few hisses and guttural sounding words slip past a sharp toothed maw. Words spoken in draconic, and for the more initiated, were words arcane power.

While not nearly as tall as perhaps the tallest of those invited, even seated it is easy to tell the lanky tiefling likely would stand well over six feet in height. He garbs himself in thick, black travel robes and more simple toned travel clothing beneath. Both of which have seen better days, judging by the poor stitching done in several places to at least keep them serviceable. Where cloth doesn't cover his oil black skin peppered thickly in places with dark grey scales, pointed ears, and sharp tipped horns that curl out and forward like a bull stand out. That, and the whip-like tail curled about the leg of his seat and curious lack of personal shadow make him stand out all the more.

To those that knew him already, it appeared whatever draconic bloodline that had made itself known recently through the growth of scales and aggression had finally settled, leaving him calmer and the growth's more aesthetically pleasing in symmetry, if nothing else.

Although Nobody had promised to attempt to identifying the ring (as well as any other magical trinkets recently acquired) the evening before, his newest discovery had kept drawing his attention. So, it is at the meeting he had finally gotten to them. He did at least make a point of passing along the spellbook discovered the evening before as a peace offering to Margret. "Think of it as a sort of test primer. I'll need more time myself to study it, but these might be of further interest." He had said, pointing out the cantrips.

(To Storm: I took some liberties to keep things moving on. But, if for whatever reason Margret would've kept a hold of the magic items, then everyone can assume he's lost in thought. That said, Nobody would've passed along the spellbook he discovered so that she can take a look at it by now, if she would've so wished to take a gander at it.)

(To DM: Nobody is ritual casting the spell, so just let me know when that's complete/if it works with the pearl he has the moment.)

The scraggly goblin sitting at the table looks up at the commotion coming towards them, rasher of bacon hanging out his mouth like a bear with freshly-caught salmon.  He wears only simple trousers, and his place at the table is cluttered by an array of weapons.  Despite rumours of his presence in Phandalin, he was still uncomfortable being so exposed to tall-folk.  Eyeing the newcomers suspiciously, especially the visible weapons, he gulps his bacon down quickly, looking to the others for reassurances that he didn't have to stab any of them.

A young blond human woman sits at the table with Sildar and the Tiethling playing with her food while watching  the Tiethling intently as if trying to learn what he is doing. A smaller than usual owl is perched on her shoulder its gold green eyes watch the newcomers with interest. She remembers the spell book when Nobody points it out again she nods and turns her attention to it

Somewhat startled by the "Hello Ye all." she knocks her longbow over besides the table and it flips under she starts to get up but then relaxes, in her seat puts her hand out and it appears in her hand then lays it back where it was

She looks toward the newcomers with questioning blue eyes and a nod 

"Are these the fine folk you spoke of Sildar?"

„ Ah yes, those are Relgalyn, Otrow and Dain. May i introduce Zurzg ( the goblin), Nobody (the Half Dragon half Thiefling), Kai ( the water Genasi) and Margret ( the only human)“ 

Sildar passes a purse of gold to Otrov. „75 gold, 25 each as promised. Tell me, were there any problems?“

Relgalyn takes his share of the coin, "Not really, just the manticore attacking the midwife and the weird slime things at the ancient dwarven temple of greed."

Margret slides more bacon towards Zurzg to reassure him  after taking a slice for herself putting it on a plate

she then sips some watered down ale since its so early then she stands and offers her hand to the three

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Well met." Dain agrees, taking the offered hand.  He then steps back and takes his share of the coins as well.  "Your to be hard pressed to be keeping those dwarfs from going back out to that temple they were digging in." Dain tells Sildar.  "They be having a whole section yet to dig out, and found some pretty things in there so far, so sure to be wanting to be getting back to it."

“Agh!” Otrov exclaims as her eyes find the goblin, and she fumbles for her crossbow.  “Gods! I though that was your dog!  What in Beshaba’s bosom is that thing doing here?”  Backing up, the Halfling screws her face up in disgust...and a little wonder. No one else seems particularly concerned, easy lass, easy she tells herself, steady. 
“Uhh, sorry?  Nice to meet you, trickster’s blessing and all that," Otrov mumbles as she edges towards Dain and hide behind him a little bit...