I move my hand closer to my hidden dagger, but leave it where it would be visible to the two figures ahead of us, should they be looking for it. 

‘Here’s hoping I wasn’t a fool to trust and help a drunken dwarf’ I think to myself bringing the boat closer to the docks, and consequently the red lantern, with Parker’s assistance. 

Parker tosses a line over to the figures

"Comeon n help tie us off"

The shapes in the fog begin to shuffle about, and after a few moments, one of them throws you a rope. It splashes into the water nearby, and you quickly grab it and tie it to the bow of the ship. Together with their pulling and your rowing, you're on the shore within five minutes, and quickly push the boat further onto the bank to prevent it getting washed away. The two figures immediately start to uncover the crates, and with your help, moving them into the dilapidated building. Only once the goods are inside to they start to talk. One of the men is a burly dwarf with a broken nose and split teeth, and a tattoo that marks him as a member of the Harborhands. The second looks like a half-dwarf, with the hair appearing softer and the features slightly finer than you'd expect on a normal dwarf. Instead of the traditional beards, he had shaven all but his moustache and whiskers, which drooped below his scarred chin and had two small pearls attached on either end. His nose and his ears were similarly pierced and decorated with extravagant jewlery. From this and the cut of his clothes, you're able to tell that this guy isn't originally from Zhivargo.

"Thank ye fer tha'. We can defn'tly do some damage wi' all tha'. Our thanks ta Magnus." With that, the bejewelled one hands you a small waxed pouch, which seems empty and the harborhand clambers on board, taking the lantern with him. "Take care Orren, If I'm nae back by dawn, carry on without me." With that, he's starting to push the boat back into the water.

Would you like to do anything first?

“What are you planning on doing with all this blasting powder? ... taking up mining perhaps?” I watch both of them to see how they react to the words blasting powder. Insight7

The one identified as Orren gives you a look, before responding in a calm manner: "Whaddya care? Ye brought us the powder, tha rest is on us." He sets his jaw, looking unwilling to discuss anything more. In the darkness, you struggle to get a clear read on his face, and unless otherwise persuaded, Orren isn't giving you anything else.

“I only care in so far as I don’t want it used against me. Though perhaps I’m willing to help... for a modest fee of course.”

Parker is watching curiously

"Ye damn smugglers are all tha saem... Dontcha caer aboot tha peeple? We dunnae even knoe yer naems, hoe 's we ta use the powder against ye? Only one's gonna feel it is the Fist, I promise."  He spits in the water near you, and looks at you with disdain.

“This is to be used against the Fist is it? ... I must admit I’m very curious as to how. I’ve no love for the Fist myself and any opportunity I can take to make their lives more difficult ... I’m all for it.” I’ll pause to watch reactions before continuing. “Perhaps we could both help each other, I’m looking for information on a shipment of medicines. Any chance you’ve heard anything about it?”

Parker is watching up and down the river  

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Parker, the fog limits visibility, but you see or hear no one else near you.

"Look, mate, if ye wanna help tha cause, ye gotta talk wit magnus, this ain't the spot ta be seen chattin', what wit tha Watch 'round." With that, the harbourhand pushes the boat back into the water. Parker, are you staying on the shore, or getting into the boat?

Parker stays with Dart

I’ll inspect the contents of the pouch to see if we have received ‘adequate’ payment. 

You slowly drift out of sight of the bank, and since you're going with the current, the as yet unnamed harbourhand only uses the rudder at the back of the barge to steer, leaving the oars inside to silently and unseen drift down the river, onwards to the mentioned caverns. Only once the lights of Borogrod melt into a uniform glow, obfuscated by the fog banks, does he start speaking.

"Apologies if Orren was tense there, but there's always a bunch of things can go wrong on a drop of. Can't never be too careful, I often say. He's rite tho, if ya want ta help tha cause, Magnus is the man with the plan."

Dart, you inspect the contents of the waxed pouch, only to find a piece of reddish bark covered in thick red sap and a small scrollcase with a rolled up scroll inside. Noticing you opening the pouch, the harbourhand grunts: "Tha's meant fer Magnus."

“I wasn’t told anything about bringing or giving anything to him after this. What is it anyways?” As I replace the contents into the pouch. “I don’t think I caught your name mr ...?”

While waiting for his reply, I’ll turn to Parker, “Any idea what that stuff is? Or what it’s for?” I say quietly. 

"First time ive seen any of it to be honest" Parker replies nervously

"Call me Terrence. An' it's sumthin' fer Magnus, in exchange fer services rendered. Since we're headed there anyways, might as well take it wifus."

Falling silent once more, Terrence seems to be entirely focussed on the barge. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's not comfortable talking to you yet, since he's unsure what exactly you are.

“Need any help getting us where we need to go”