The three of you have decided to head back to the inn.  Walking fast (due to the cold) you make it there quickly to find plenty of patrons still having supper.

The first floor of the Jolly Dwarf is a large taproom.  A gray-haired dwarf behind the bar cheerfully greets you when you enter, but in your peripheral view you see someone running up to you from the left.

"Hello! I couldn't help but overhear earlier at the funeral that you all were investigating this sickness that's been going around. I've only been in town  few days myself, but I would like to find out what's causing it." 

 Thistle was tiny, at 3 feet tall. Her unruly moss green hair was pulled into two uneven buns and her blue eyes seemed to be magnified behind a pair of large, round glasses. She was bundled in fur-lined leather armor that had been embellished with embroidered flowers. Her gold, mechanical prosthetic hand glinted in the dim light and a short bow was strapped to her back. Her tan, freckled face beamed excitedly at the group.

"Uh," A little taken aback by the abrupt appearance and speech,  Senine lowers her shield from where she'd instinctually raised it, taking a second to parse what was said. "Right. So," she stumbles over her words for a moment, before clearing her throat. "The sickness. Yes, we're lookin' into that ourselves," She gestures at Sanjay and Salem. "Would that mean you'd be thinkin' to accompany us, miss...?"

As Senine is speaking, from ahead another individual slowly approaches them.

"Is there something we can do for you," Sanjay asks the approaching figure.

"...I would also like to help. Elro gave me your descriptions and instructed me to wait here until you came back."

Faineant then stood quietly, watching the group with an expectant golden gaze. Her feathers were mottled gray and white, and she only came up to 5'9". Her neck was wrapped in a faded blue and gold scarf, well cared for, beneath a fur-lined woolen cloak that almost swallowed her up.

"Ah," Sanjay says looking back and forth between the gnome and the aarakocra. "I'm inclined to believe that more help is better than less. How about we find a table and we can fill you in over a warm meal."

"Yes please!" Thistle agreed. "And the closer to the fire, the better! I've heard people say before just how cold it can get here, but I guess you don't really know until you experience it yourself!"

"That must be true. I was born and raised in the tropics," Sanjay says. "This is terribly cold for me."

Agreeing with a grunt about the unpleasantly cold weather, Senine walks with the group toward a table. "So, since we all seem t'have the same objective, I figure proper introductions are in order. I'm Senine Bonecutter, pleased t'meet you two."

"And, I am Sanjay of Bisaft Isle."

"My name is Faineant Katolus," she says, following the rest to the table. "I'm happy to meet you all."

"You'll have to excuse my awe," Sanjay says somewhat sheepishly, "but I've never met an Aarakocra in person before. You have beautiful feathers." He's catching himself staring just a little bit, but he's trying not to make it awkward. 

Thistle climbs into her seat and stands in it so that she can properly see everyone over the table top.  "I'm Thistle! Thistle Copperbloom. Pleased to meet everyone!"

"Pleased to meet you, as well, Thistle."

Senine inclines her head in greeting, her grey eyes drawn to the strange metal limb attached to the energetic Gnome for a few moments.

Just then, the bar keep heads over to where you've sat.  He's an obvious mountain dwarf who seems in good spirits, and when he stops in front of you he says, "Good evening folks, will you be having anything ta' eat or drink?"

((Not that it matters, but I like visuals and have been practicing map creation.))

(That's fantastic)

"I'll have some stew, and a bottle of whatever spirit ya got that's cheapest and strongest, in that order." Senine says, smiling as pleasantly as someone with tusks can.

"Anyone else?" he smiles at the table.