Road to Phandalin

Relgalyn will find the others in, he’ll reach for his lute before glancing and their goblin and sighing, lean against a wall instead to wait for the master of the house.

She thinks of the newcomers and says

"I doubt it. We just have so many new folk with us, you know how I am. I'm just trying to let go. Sorry about the Message earlier"

she thinks of how much of a control freak she is thankful for the comfort Nobody is giving.

“Ah!  Who said that?!  Wha?” Otrov looks around frantically before her eyes settle on Margret, finally understanding. “Heeeey,” Otrov says excitedly, “I didn’t know you could do that!  Can I do that?! Can you teach me! How long would it take?  Is it only for humans?  You’re so cool!  What’s wrong?  Headache huh?  You know, my mom always seemed to have headaches.”  Otrov flits around Margret for a while before buzzing off somewhere else, occasionally stealing a glance back at her - equal pets suspicion and awe. 

For those who look around, the lodge is decorated with Things you would expect in a hunting lodge. Several antlers, display of hunting weapons like crossbows and spears, the stuffed head of an owlbear, a display of bone spikes and among other things.

After a short moment , one of the tallest humans you have seen enters. He got dark hair and a fine fur lined cloak covers his broad shoulders.

„Welcome to my hunting lodge, i am Falcon. Corwin told me you were looking for a guide? Let‘s have a drink and talk my friends.“

He leads you to the table and a few moments later Corwin comes back with glasses, several bottles of whine and two pitchers of water.

Margret just nods her eyes blink a little more rapidly then happy Otrov goes away she wiggles her  finger and Nobody hears her inside his head as she chuckles quietly "Remind me not to message her again"   Feeling lucky to have friends like Nobody She says "Thank you" but moves away when Falcon appears 

"My name is Margret" she curtsies  "Sir Falcon we are in need of guidance not really a guide. We're looking for Cragmaw Castle and was told you may know where it is."

"Corwin, could you get me the maps of the Forrest from my room please.

Mrs Margret, i think i have an idea what you are talking about. Do you have a map where you can mark it?"

She looks over to Nobody and Gestures to him

"Last we checked it, He had it."

Dain moves in to look at the map as it is laid out as well.

Otrov pours herself a glass of wine, and offers one to Zurzg.  She takes out a small piece of bacon and rips it in half with her teeth. She tosses the other one to the goblin.  "Incoming!"  She'll wander around, sipping her wine and looking for ideas for helping her in combat or subterfuge, she'll check out the crossbows he has.  Hm. Seems like he could be a really good marksman, just like me.  Yep.  She thinks for a moment, blushing slightly.  I wonder if he has a The Prick?  Otrov giggles quietly, in absolute awe of how funny she's been lately!

Looking back to the group planning the hike, she sees Magret and has an idea.  Otrov sets down her wine and rubs her hands and fingers together until they're hot and then, takes her index fingers and places them on her temples.  Tongue sticking out slightly, Otrov's halfling brow wrinkles as her face turns a bit red. She puts all her concentration and focus into sending a mind message to Margret.  Hey!  Hey you, Margy.  Hear me?  This...is....Otrov!  Darn, this isn't working.  Otrov frowns a bit, then grins.  Just need a little practice, is all.  She picks up her wine and goes about cheerfully looking around.

The goblin catches the meat and pops it in his mouth, suspicious but pleased nonetheless.  He eyes the liquid in the glass, again suspiciously, before necking the whole thing in one.  He gags, coughs and splutters, then looks at Otrov accusingly, as if it was her fault.

While Nobody produces the map Margret takes a look at what Falcon is showing on his map

Nobody just subtly nodded in response to Margret. Although he still needed to chew on her earlier admission, the bit of levity eased the tension. As he felt the need to keep an eye on both Otrav and Zurzg, he doesn't really look around all too much, and only spared their host a long enough once over to register the man's presence before going right back to watching over the shorties.

"Huh? I have a what now?" He double blinks, and then makes a silent 'o' with his mouth. "That... yes... Yes I have. U-uh... just a second." And he digs out the map and sets it on the table, gesturing to the circled area. "We know its somewhere in this vicinity, but that's still too many miles to try and search." Nobody explains. He doesn't get to say much more than that before having to look over to goblin and halfling. "Oh dear. Anyways, that's the issue." He bustles closer to the goblin's side, and in seeing the drink, shakes his head.

"Sorry. Should have warn you sooner. The stuff is an... acquired taste." Nobody cants his head. "Though I am surprised. Not to be racist, but out of everyone here, I imagined you would the better suited to handle any food or drink. Hm... I'll have to keep this in mind."

Falcoon takes a look at your map, where you have marked the area where you suspect the castle. He then overlaps both maps, so that the are in question on both maps is next to each other. He points at a marking on his map.

„This here is an old fortification. I don‘t know its name, but a goblin tribe was using it in recent years as a base. They used to mind there own business and i usualy avoid that area. My usual guest are more interested in hunting animals that make for good trophies, things you can show in a mansion. He points at his stuffed owlbearhead as an example. That castle is around 25 miles from here. Because of the forrest, you will need around one and a half day to get there. You are welcome to stay here in my guesthouse over night if you want. It is always nice to see some new faces out here.“

Relgalyn will nod without really looking, "Sounds like a plan to me."

Nobody perks up long enough to say, "While I am hesitant to agree given the circumstances of our goal... It would help conserve on personal supplies for at least a day." He looks then to Magret and Kai, ultimately deciding that whichever way both decide to lean go with as far as moving on or staying went, he'd go along with as well.

Margareth now Margy 😂 looks on and appreciates the business like manor the man has

"Thank you. We owe you on this. By the way we were attacked by a White Dragon on the way here, have you seen it?

It was a little larger than a horse."

Her Screech owl looks at him while they talk with gold eyes. (He knows she can't lie 😁)

"Seems like our best bet." Dain says as he looks over the map.  "I'd be up for spending the night at least."  He glances to the others for agreement or objections.

"...whadya mean?  I even says I was sorry!  I swear, I use everything from the carcass every time!"  Wine bottle in hand, arm around a particularly beautiful stuffed elk, Otrov is all smiles - it doesn't occur to her that she may have been a bit liberal with the wine.  "Haha, no!  I'm not twistin' yer antler!  Besides, you  were the slow one, 'member eh? Hehe!"

"I think our friend over there."

She gestures to Otrov

"Made our decision for us unless you want to carry her Nobody"

She gets a wild hair and touches her component pouch Otrov hears in her mind Margrets best imitation of what the elk would of sounded like if it could talk or sing.

"But I...... aint got ..no... body!"

said whilst looking at the map

Nobody glances to the halfling, and then looks away altogether blushing fiercely at the suggestion. "I-I-I think not. Staying is fine." The tiefling then looks to Falcon and almost hurries to say, "W-where would we be staying then?"