Crag flips open the flap of his pack and grabs his tinderbox. He rushes up to the fallen form of the troll and holds his action to light the body on fire once the oil is poured out onto it, if the lantern itself does not do the job of igniting the oil.

Tinderbox: "Using it to light a torch -- or anything else with abundant, exposed fuel -- takes an action."

Ondrea nods at Alec for opening the top of the lantern, and again attempts to throw the oil at the troll

 Lantern Attack: 17

Ondrea pours the oil over the unconscious form of the troll, and Crag quickly strikes his tinderbox over the monster. Once, twice, three times before a spark falls onto the green oily skin of the troll. Immediately flames start to devour the trolls body, and the putrid odor of burning flesh fills the room. 

Duran stand by for a moment, waiting for the flames to do their work, then he unceremoniously picks up the body with a grunt, and drops it back down the well. He turns and makes eye contact with all of you. "You fought well." he shrugs his shoulders in slight apology, "That happens from time to time. It will be a while before any of you pay for a drink here." He nods to a a table over by the hearth. "That's the best table in the house, its yours for the night." There is a slight pause as he turns towards the kitchen and shouts. "HOB, ROB, get out here, clean up to do!" He turns towards the bard huddling in a corner, "Threestrings! make yourself useful and heal our new friends here. I want them healthy and happy! First round for everyone is on the house!" A muted cheer comes from the twenty or so remaining patrons.  

For the second time today it takes mere minutes for the Yawning Portal to be up and running again. Two dwarves appear from out the kitchen their long black hair tied behind them, and their beards tucked into aprons. They quickly start standing up tables and chairs knocked over during the flight. And by the time you all manage to make your way to the table Duran gestured towards, other than the smell of burnt troll flesh, there is almost no sign of the altercation. 

When you reach the table you are met their by "Threestring", the bard. "Ho their friends quite the scrap you were in there, looks like you could use a little of my healing magic. Before you can say anything to protest he walks around the table singing a clearly improvised song about the "Ever-living Troll, and the brave adventures who barely managed to destroy it. (He will cast cure wounds on anyone he see's that needs it, until you are at full health.) With that complete, he walks off to sit on the ledge of the well, re working the lyrics to his new song. 

You are all now seated at the table, and whatever drink you request is brought to you immediately. 

What would you all like to do?  

I want to greet everyone  "May the sun bless and protect you, battleborn." -waits for sun blessings from everyone-

"What brings you all to this darkened place?" 

"Light be with you! I will take a look around at everyone seated here. "Oh I don't think I introduced myself to all of you yet. Hi, I'm Aida!" I'll give an enthusiastic wave to the table. "I guess I also already told you this Ondrea, but I'm actually here on my first mission from my temple. I was tasked with helping bring light to the city. It really is a darker place than I thought though." I'll glance down at the table, fidgeting with the holy symbol around my neck. "My first real test, and I could barely do more than stand there... Sorry! I don't mean to be a downer. What about the rest of you?"

"May the sun also bring blessings unto you",  I'll nod towards Ondrea then turn towards Aida, "And light with you! Alec Kingsley. You all seem quite formidable and I must admit, I am impressed by each and every one of you, including you, Aida, Do not sell yourself short. Personally, I am here to further my knowledge of the arcane and search for anything of interest and my interest has been piqued. Crag, you mentioned infighting between the gangs of this city?"

"Greetings, and sun blessings, to you all. I am Crag Rubblecrust." He says with a half bow to the group.

"I am but a simple servant to this city and it's people. The crime and violence in the streets of late breaks my heart to see. I am determined to do my part in setting things right and protecting it's people."

He looks around at the group.

"You all seem to be good and just people. It sounds like we all have some skin in the game to see this city cleaned up, or at the very least put this trouble to an end. That is correct Alec, I have it on good authority that the Zhentarim stole something from Xanthar, and that's what started all this. My plan for stopping the war on the streets is to find out what was stolen, and recover it. We might then return it to Xanthar and put an end to all this."

Crag looks over to Justin.

"What say you? Will you accompany us?"

I'm in if we find Victoro Cassalanter and Ammalia Cassalanter, deal?"

As Justin mentions the Cassalanters with an intense stare, a figure approaches your table. He is well dressed and stroking his long moustache as he steps up tp the table. He stops, adjusts his large floppy hat, and tightens the scarf around his neck. He pauses with a hand on his hip, as if waiting for recognition. When there is none, he awkwardly coughs into his scarf and presses on. 

"Hello friends, that was some work you did there. Fantastic really, well done, well done! Adventurers I'm guessing! But where are my manners, Volothamp, Volothamp, Geddarm, at your service." Again the pause as if waiting for some recognition. "No matter." He mutters to himself, before he continues on, "My friends call me Volo, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence." He pauses again, this time for dramatic effect. My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”

"I'm in I don't know about my group though"

"Oh, that sounds terrible! Of course I'll help!" I'll look around the rest of the table. "And of course, I will help with your causes as well. I wasn't really given specific instructions on what I was to do here, but it sounds like all of these tasks will help drive away some of the darkness the city seems to be having trouble with. I'm happy to help wherever I can."

"Any Injustice should be stamped out. What can you tell us of this friend of yours? Where was he seen last? You suggest he may have been kidnapped, do you know who might be responsible for something like that and why?"

"Mr. Geddarm! Big fan! I have read so many of of your books! I must say today continues to be more and more exciting. The murmurs and  whispers around this city make me believe something larger is a foot. We may be able to help Volothamp here and discover more information as to what is happening in this illustrious city." Alec will rub is hands together excitedly, "Where can we begin? any more information you may have would be useful"

"Ah ha, well read man for sure, Volo's Guide to Monsters was my latest masterpiece, soon to be followed by Volo's Guide to Spirits and Specters." Volo's chest puffs up a little at the recognition. "Back to the business at hand, Poor Floon, I have not seen him in two days. Two days ago he and I were pretty far in our cups over at the Skewered Dragon, a tavern over in the Dock Ward. We were there for a few hours drinking, gambling, carousing just having a good time. I left before Floon, and that is the last time I saw him." Volo drops into an empty chair at your table. "Floon was wearing his finest robes, and has long wavy red hair." Volo then reaches into a pouch at his waste and hands each of you a small coin purse with 10gp in in. "The Skewered Dragon, that is where I would start if I were you, and remember, ten times as much again when you bring back dear Floon."  

I will try to see if she's telling the truth or not

16 insight check 

Justin you believe that Volo is genuinely concerned for Floon's well being

"Well there you have it," Volo stands up from your table. "I appreciate your time, you can find me here, or close to, once you have located Floon, I will be waiting to hear from you." And with that he walks back to Duran, exchanges a few words, and leaves the Yawning Portal. 

What would you guys like to do? 

"Should we head over to that tavern? It's still early as far as drinking goes, so we might be able to talk with more people around this time"

 "Good point, Ondrea. A sober patron is much easier to speak with, however, once one gets inebriated, their tongues seem to loosen significantly. Either way, there is no time like the present!" Alec finishes his tea, wipes his mouth, and stands up. "Shall we?"

 I quickly stand up with a big grin on my face, pointing straight up. "Onward!" And with that I start marching towards the door.