"By the way Sildar We're down three people now. Are there any of the new people you would recommend or spare? I think we'll call ourselves the spider killers." 

Note that she said Sider Killers not Spyder killer

During your conversation, you learn that Gundren plans to get the mine up and running again and that for now Nobody, Kai and Zurzg decided to provide help and protection for now.

(To DM: This was the conversation I was referencing regarding Nobody, and his reaction to it.)

Mr. Biggz, who certainly fit the name given his height (and dare it to be said "slight" rotundness) for a Bugbear with a bit of underbite problem, just absentmindedly gestures to a seat.  After that, he's immediately focusing back on breakfast, as he'd expected any talk would be directed at the others. But not so true, judging by his visible surprised look back to Kala. After glancing to the others as if to make sure of something, Biggz turns back to Kala with a raised brow, "Uhh... Well, supose its one part paying back a, uh... friend of mines, and the other part being just work in helping out Mr. Sildar.. Sir Sildar?" He scratches his head a bit, and then just go "Bah" and shakes his head.

"Once he's figured out that work will really involve. Which by the sounds of it will involve giving some Orcs hair cuts starting from the throat." Biggz says to Kala, motioning languidly across his neck and then smirking a bit. "Or so I figured... Don't suppose a pretty little Evening Rose like you are of a mind to help there, hm? Sorry... Kala... Namez Biggz, by the way. Mr. Biggz, if you wanna be formal." He then gestures to the others each in turn, "That one is the Lady of Mystery, Margret, and there's Dain the, uh, wizarfer?" Biggz added confused for a bit before just shrugging it off and looking to Margret. "What's this 'bout half plate though? Don't have much in the way of coin, but if it might fit me, and there's some other arrangements we can make, that'd be appreciated. Even if its only guard work in my future, I'd rather make this dragon actually put in some effort  trying to chew me if it decides to come pay the town a visit."

(I would've mentioned Otrov, but didn't want to assume she hadn't already away to do her own thing.)

She shrugs "You have a diamond?" She laughs "No magic beans please."  

Her attention turns to the red head after being introduced her blue eyes irises rimed with purple

"You seam to be a mage of sorts?"

"Evening rose.... why Mr. Biggz that is too kind."  Kala replies as she continues to listen to the work that Biggz is describing,  I'm not so sure I would be much help in giving those 'hair-cuts' as you say but I do believe I could be of assistance to those in need after such a meeting."

As Biggz introduces the rest of the party at the table, Kala responds "Pleasure to meet you Dain the wizard and Lady of Mystery... Miss Margret."

Noticing Margret's amazingly blue eyes with irises rimmed in purple "I must say, those are some truly exquisite and beautiful eyes you have."

"Me, as mage... oh no, no... I am a Cleric of the Life Domain in service of the beautiful and majestic Sune.  How about yourself, you appear to be one familiar with combat.  Are there any others that are part of your group?"

Otrov

Waking up super-early, Otrov's thoughts are about Nobody and how he won't be with them anymore.  Feeling a bit blue, she decides to slip out into the town, back to the outhouse where Nobody crafted her statue, to see if it's still standing.  Who'll make statues of me now? she thinks to herself.  She trudges back to the inn and sees everyone gathered around the table.  Remembering her exit last night, she feels a bit sheepish.  Flagging down a serving person, she orders eggs and lots of bacon and heads to the table with the others.  She plops down at the table, saying hello to everyone.  "Hi Mr. Biggzbear.  Sorry for last night, I'm sure you're a great singer and all.  It's just our friend Nobody - he has a tail and can do the most wonderful sculptures!  He did one of me in the outhouse - there was a dead dwarf in there - gross, right?!  Anyway, after I killed this stupid King -" Otrov stops in mid-sentence, bacon hanging from her lips as a newcomer comes to the table and speaks.  "Uh, uh, m-m-y Motrov mane, ah, whoa," Otrov garbles, eyes twinkling at the woman named Kala, entranced by her red hair.  "Uhm," she says, shaking her head, "Nice hair and, uh, shoes."  She clenches her teeth and slaps herself mentally.  Ohmygod.  "I'm Otrov.  Evil Kingslayer, Viper, Sharpshooter, Tymora lover.  Nobody made a statue of me.  I have a Prick," pointing to her crossbow.  "Nice to meet you!"

Turning back to the group, she scratches her head and smiles.  "Now, where was I?  Oh yes, it was made of sand and mud BUT let me tell YOU..."

Margret blushes at the complement "Thanks but you may call me Margret, yes I can hold my own, me and my friends faced down the dragon whom's plaguing this area. We have one other she's over there scarfing bacon with the goblin Zurzg."

you can hear from Margret's hair her bat snoring after a long night of being a watchdog 

"Oh dont mind the sound thats just my Familiar." said the heavily armored woman.

(Mr. Biggzbear ROTFLOL!)

Dain gives the cleric a nod of greeting, but remains quiet as he opens his spellbook, studying as he waits for the group's next move.

"Otrov... Tymora Lover... I like that." Kala replies with a smile "It's a pleasure meeting you.  Having a statue made of you is quite an honor, even if it's just of mud and sand, this Nobody must have thought highly of you."

Chuckling a bit at Margret's comment about her hair Kala replies "I was going to ask about that but didn't want to be rude... good to know it's just your familiar - so what is he/she if I may ask, your familiar that is?"

In a voice of curiosity, she says "Tell me more of this dragon that's plaguing the area."

 (Don't know if Gundren would've liked to have set off immediately with Kai and the rest, so refraining from adding more regarding Nobody)

Biggz actually fishes around the thicker layers of fur about his neck. Yet apart from more apparent the glossy brown and yellow scarf that wrapped around it, no diamond comes dropping out of there. So, he can only shrug haplessly before returning to his breakfast of mutton and cheese. Or if he'd forgotten to order it, then he's sure to flag one down while the others talked more things out. "Uh... I'm sensing--" He started to say when Otrov stopped mid-sentence; only for her to pick right back up again.

Deciding then that the sanity was better than trying to keep up with the halfling, Biggz quietly went back to meal with a slow shake of the head. "Mmm... needs more pepper..." He quietly mused while plucking from a belt pouch pinch of the stuff. He also pulls out from another pouch some kind of nutty protein bar and snakes on that as well.

"We seen it occasionally, But the first time it saw us we were out in the open and It thought it had an easy meal. From what I saw of it. It was a young white dragon about the size of a horse. And apparently from what Sildar said it's made it's home somewhere in the mountains."

As Margret tells of the white dragon, Kala's brow furls a bit and a more serious gaze comes across her face.  "That explains what I saw back in Neverwinter..." she says quietly.  She looks down a bit, as if pondering something and then back up to Margret "I now know that it was an omen I saw that has drawn me here to Phandalin.... you see, I was at the temple in Neverwinter gazing at the clouds in the sky and I noticed one particularly white cloud that looked to be as a shape of a dragon when I overheard several talking of an abomination in Phandalin... I couldn't shake this from my mind and thought the people here may need the help of a healer... that's why I came on this last caravan - Sune must have spoken to me through that omen."  She pauses for a moment almost with a blank stare on her face as she recalls the white cloud that more resembled a horse than a dragon, but in her mind it was now a dragon and this truly must be a calling.  "I am at your service, if you would have me." she states as if suddenly she was pulled back into reality.

Margret looks at the Biggz and Kala then lays the bundle of halfplate armor on the table

"I got it off a Hobgoblin we killed along the way. Its a little worse for ware but it somewhat fit me. Biggz If you think you can help Kala into that armor you're wearing you can use it."

She thinks its better than lugging it around and feeling like a mule.

Noting the lack of a melee weapon

"Dain, any chance you could let our new cleric use that nifty mace you acquired? I think she could use the light more than you."

Gundren left earlier, but he mentioned that he still needs to organise supplies and maybe a few more trustworthy people to help. You get the feeling that he will stay in town for a day or two, before returning.

“Well, everyone here in the village seams to be who they claim to be. We will keep our guard up of course. Ladies, Gentlemen, If you excuse me, i have a few thinks to organise. You can meet me around noon in the town hall and i’ll give you a list of problems where i could use your help.” Sildar replies to you with a friendly smile before he gets up and leaves the inn.

(Oh! In that case!)

Then unless Gundren needed noodle arm Nobody to assist, a tiefling as black as night in almost every way possible, which he would at least from a purely pencil pusher way, then it was Nobody's prerogative to at least have one more breakfast with everyone. Although for the most part he remained quiet and divided between a light breakfast and reading his own spellbook for now. 

"Hold on hold on hold on... You got that off hobgoblin? Ooooo weeee.... Perhaps its best I don't wear it then. Just in case they used to be part of a legion or some shit like that. Don't need those pole riding buckers on my butt later if'n we run into distant relatives or some such that can recognize any nuance." Mr. Biggs crossed his arms at that. "But, if your, uh, Dreamwalker here can make use it, then by all means." He adds gesturing to Kala.

After all that and hearing Sildar's little bit, Biggz can't help but chuckle to himself. "First morning and then noon. Shoot... At this rate, I might not have to do anything at all." He jokes and playfully elbows Margaret. "Hm... Since its my first being here, I hope ya'll don't mind me accompanying you on your little shop trip at least. In return, I'll at least lug that around if Kala here ain't inclined to wear it. Which, if I know anything about followers of Sune.--"

Religion: 14.

"... Ain't much, come to think of it. I remember this one half-elf fella gushing about'im at one point or another, but I wasn't of a mind to pay much attention." He admits, chuckling again.

She shrugs "Never saw any symbols on it. Kala do you want the halfplate? It should fit you better I sat in a Eldritch flame to make it fit me better we're about the same size."

She says to BiggzBear "It was the Cragmaw clan and their Bugbear King Groll is dead, or was I think but they're only about three or four that got away including Groll. And the official king now is the goblin Zurzg whom is a friend of ours."

At least its somewhat true and she points to Zurzg if he is still there.

"Anyway lets do some shopping."

Kala looks Margret over to ensure they are close to the same size "Yes, it does appear we are about the same size so it should fit me if it fits you, and it would be much better than this leather that I am wearing.... but I do not have the gold to pay you for it."

"Did someone say shopping?"

"Wasn't asking for coin, I was thinking you would probably save my life more often than not" she shakes her head gathers the bundle and "I'm heading to the Smithy first to see what he says about my half plate." leaving two silver she heads out the door But waits for the others

(Just do make sure: Margaret and Kala go shoping while Dain stays at the inn. What about Biggz and Otrov?)

"Thank you, that is most generous!"

"I'll come with you."  Kala grabs her gear and tosses two silver on the table, she turns back around "you coming Biggz, Otrov, Master Dain? and then follows out after Margret.

"I may be able to sell this leather armor...." she muses