"Not that, I really want too. But we need to sleep in the same room and set up a watch, keep our guard up after what happened to Reygulan. But yes lets gets some food and Drink, and are you buying, Dain?" she giggles with a sly smile

"I'll buy the first round, you can buy the second." Dain says with a smile for Margret. "And you have a point, best not let our guard down, though I am hoping we eliminated a few of those body-takers with the things we killed in the mines."

"... I... I'm not sure if we'll necessarily be able to 'fit' in the same room. But, between Dain and myself, and.. the familiars as well, we should be able to set up sufficient alarms." Nobody spoke up for likely the first time since that very morning. Even the dealings with the wraith, assuming the group accompanied Gundren briefly back there to discuss terms,  had not provoked more than a looky a wariness out the otherwise mute man. "I, uhm... I've also pieced together a few formula that should in theory make uncovering any other spies a little easier... provided the populace is, uhm.. willing." He admitted, although he rubbed his arm and kept his gaze on the ground as if ashamed of whatever new spell he had in mind.

Before anyone can say anything though, the tiefling looked up and over to Dain and said, "I also.. there's I'll need to speak with you about as well. Uhm... regarding the future. But, uh.. it can be after dinner of course."

"Sure I'll buy the second round. My question is what about that Dragon?" she says as she follows everyone to the Stonehill

"And also, we're going to have to speak to Sildar to get updated on the situation in town. But what will we say about the mines?"

She thinks about stopping at the minors exchange in the morning to see if she can buy a gemstone maybe a diamond for talons hilt and for a future spell component. glancing towards the darkening  night sky and the effect her vision creates thinking how wonderous. Seeing Marco flit back and forwards keeping watch as they walk and grabbing an occasional bug to snack on.

"Sure we can speak after dinner." Dain replies to Nobody with a friendly nod.

Nobody nods to Dain, and even musters a thankful smile before looking over to Margaret. "I.. I cannot speak on the Dragon situation, but I do agree regarding SIldar. Though the mines were, or so I thought, a largely Rockseeker oriented venture, and thus it falls to Gundren to speak on the, uh... deal with the spirit, if at all. As far as the missing drow however, that much Sildar will definitely wish and should be informed about, seeing as he and his cohorts were in connection to the... unfortunate demise of his fellow agent a ways back in the Redbrand Hideout. Perhaps he could send word back to Neverwinter and see about other agents coming to track him down. More than that, I dare not speculate before we have our meeting with him." Nobody said while following along.

"Tymora willing though, we may get to have that meeting sooner than later if he's at the Inn. So, I imagine picking the pace a little is rightly in order."

"You're right Nobody." She looks at Kai "Any chance you can do that spell where people tell the truth or you'll know?"

Otrov

Otrov is happy that she’s back in town, more familiar than the steppe or the woodlands for her. She’ll drop a gold piece into the fountain of Tymora, saying a few (for her, relative term) words of thanks. She’ll then head to her drop spot seeing if any of the street kids have left any useful information for her. If any info is there, she’ll leave a few coppers.  If possible, she’ll try to find one of the urchins and talk with them. She’ll say she wants anything they can find or steal or scrounge related to maps, tanning, make-up and paints and any info related to weird things happening in town, uncharacteristic behaviours, etc...
Afterwards she’ll meet up with the group and eat some food.  She listens with interest and agrees with moving out onto the next job. 
Mostly, she thinks about whether Mormesk could alter her eyes if given something suitably valuable and magical...

Your first stop is the Stonehill Inn, and what you find, is that there is a much better atmosphere and more people enjoying themself here then compared to a fortnight ago, when you first arrived. You see Toblen and Trilena the owners as well as Elsa the barmaid running between tables serving drinks and food.

In the far corner, you see Sildar sitting with a bugbear and Sister Garaele at a table, some food and drinks in front of them, while they are talking.

Otrov beside a stickmen made from twigs and acorns, the dropbox is empty. Also, it is after sunset and the kids you were talking with are part of normal families. This village is to small to have orphants who live on the street. Nevertheless the children you talked with were the sun of Toblen Stonehill and the halfling kid of a farmer. Both very eager to play sheriff and bandit and who love to be spies. But it is more a game to them, then the need of survival and they still have their daily chores to do.

Otrov

Okay I got that. Otrov will take the figurine and loiter around the inn, seeing if she can hear any juicy bits of gossip or strange happenings, trying to look inconspicuous...

If Margret sees Otrov she messages her "I think we may need you! Any chance you can see if the Inn owners kids are upstairs? Via a window. Their parents are down here, Somethins weird, Sildar has a bugbear as a table guest" 

She tries to shoo her companions to the outside of the Inns Door she whispers "We may not be done with this yet, Zuzg you if you will meet with Otrov give this too her and follow her."

she lights another of her pitons in purple  and hands it too him.

Dain stomps the dust from his boots prior to entering the inn. Then, as he sees Sildar, he starts in that direction. As the others peel off, for whatever they are about, he continues to the table. "Place be livelier than the last time I be here." He says in way of greeting to the trio at the table. "What's got everyone's spirits so uplifted since a couple days back?"

 Nobody, who'd been moments away from asking Zurzg something, sees Margret make the gesture for her spell and looks at her funny. Before he can ask what's wrong, her shooing them out catches him so off guard that he can only sputter out "A-ah, wha?" as he at least makes his way back outside. After that he just looks between her, Zurzg, and whoever else decide to follow her lead in ongoing confusion.

"Zurzg not pay much attention to where yakkity yak go, but Zurzg prolly find easily enough." Zurzg replied at a normal value, not really seeing the sense in the whisper. Then presuming there's no other added instruction, he walks back inside, figuring the halfling had darted off there as soon as the group entered the building. Fortunately for the patrons, Zurzg's had clamped both hands on the patron, keeping some of the light from spilling out as he went looking for otrov and handed it to her.

"Tall sword lady say give this to you." He offers the piton. "Said may not be done with something yet." He would say plainly before looking around. "Between you and Zurzg, Zurzg think she wants you to stab someone with that in display of dominance." Zurzg added with some sagely nods. "Zurzg told to follow you too. Guess maybe to make sure noone gets in way." This part he actually says in a stage whisper along with a wink.

“Ah, Dain, Gundren and Kai, welcome back. May i introduce  Mr. Bigs to you. A friend of mine in Neverwinter send him here. As for the good mood, there a actually a few reasons. People are more at ease with the Redbrands disappearing, rumor got around that Mirnar and her children are alive and well and a big caravan with supplies and personal arrived this morning from Neverwinter. The two free drinks for everyone that i paid for may also had a little to do with it. “ He seams to be proud of the impact you all made so far on this community , but his attitude turns more business as he goes on: “l wanted to ease up  everyone a little bit, because of my company. And it seams like it did work. But tell, where is the rest?...” He looks at you and from Gundren he can sense that something went wrong, so he gets up and says to Mr Bigs and Sister Garaele: “ If you would excuse us for a minute, i will talk with my friends somewhere quieter.” And to you: “Let’s talk upstairs... where are the others?”

Otrov

The halfling stiffens at the message invading her head but a sly smile creeps on her face as she listens.  She nods slightly and looks around.  She raises an eyebrow when the goblin comes her way, something leaking light in his hands.  How the hell am I gonna be sneaky with a fireball next to me? she thinks to herself.  Nevertheless, before she heads outside, she will check the back room here to see if the son is there.  If not, she heads outside and appraises the sides and back of the building for a suitable point of egress.

[Otrov looks for a scalable piece of the building, out of sight, where she can climb up and check the windows for the innkeeper's son, if he's not on the main floor.  If he is, she'll report back to Margret and keep an ear out for interesting tidbits of info and an eye out for anyone not fitting in]

She looks at the dwarf with disdain for showing their hand so soon but shrugs then says to Sildar

"They'll be around soon, I've never heard of a bugbear interested in business. Course allot of my life involved Caravans"

She makes sure she is last going up the stairs then points to Sister Garaele with a message "Is this trouble?"

Dain frowns as Margret gives him one of her looks. he doesn't even know what he has done wrong, but that is not abnormal. He shrugs it off and moves after Sildar. "Good to hear that a caravan is finally getting through, and that that family has been found alive and well." He comments as they go up the stairs. "Rest should likely wait until we are somewhere a bit more private." he allows.

 Unclear on what the heck is going on, Nobody continues to wait outside in confusion. As for Zurzg, he tries to keep up with halfling as much as possible. If there is some untended food along the way though, he tries to snatch it up on the side all casually like and consumes on route to to their next destination.

As for Mr. Biggz, the sleepy-eyed bugbear just languidly nods to Sildar before nursing a mug of mead that looked almost comically small in the big's hands.

Margret messages Nobody "Eh, just come in and get some drinks or whatever. Just keep an eye on the Bugbear"