J'zargo ignores the outstretched hand, and tosses a single copper coin onto the counter next to the dwarf, an action intended to demean the value of the knowledge the dwarf may or may not possess.  "Knowledge may be money my friend, but the polite conversation is free.  This one is overhearing you telling tales to anyone who will be listening, and many of the people who are not wishing to, yet you are asking for coin so that this one may hear more?  And what is my coin buying me?  I am not in the habit of purchasing a thing without knowing what the thing is..."  The tabaxi's smile is gone, his capacity for patience with the drunk dwarf clearly eroded after a few drinks.

 “From your experience and rumors you heard, do you have any advice that you would give to someone planning to travel east or south?” not getting what he wants as an answer, Sobbi decides find a new angle, he leans in closer to them, “OR is there any interesting or worrying rumors at all that you would want a brother to know?”

Nott looks uncomfortable. "Well, I didn't exactly do the monster in myself... But I did cook it up!"

The dwarf leans in close to J'zargo, and you can smell half a dozen ahi's on his breath. "Ah, but I ain't told nobody about this." He says, tapping his nose. "What if I's told you where to find the answer to any question you've ever had?"

The clerics look Sobbi up and down. "Cast aside your petty god and take up the cross of the Iron God. Join us in our holy crusade against the heathens of this land. They will be converted or they will go to their graves."

Sobbi timidly excuses himself from the clerics, "Have a good day...brother and sister." then he briskly skitters back at the table, he whispers to who those are still at the table, "They are terrifying, very creepy," with a victorious smirk, "I knew their god doesn't know about the ancient primal horror, Janus is indeed wise."

"Ah I bet that was a fine meal.  Maybe one day, you'll slay another beast of a crab and we can share it!"  Fiddle stands up again and hops down out of the chair.  "Alright.  It's getting late, and I'm looking forward to sleeping in a bed that isn't rocking like a cradle."  He polishes off the last of his ahi.  "Nott, it was a pleasure chatting with you.  I think you probably need to take care of your friends there."  Fiddle nods his head in the direction of Nott's compatriots.  Then he sticks out his hand.  "I'm sure I'll see you around.  Tell these gents that it was a pleasure meeting them too."

Fiddle looks around at his compatriots and sees Ara, Geralt, and Sobbi.  "Oy.  I'm heading up for some rest.  I'll see you lot in the morning, and we can talk about what we're doing then."  Fiddle stands up and wobbles to the barkeep.  "Hey boss, I need a room.  How much they run?"

"G'night." Nott says, and then begins the arduous task of waking up three drunk dwarves. 

Lam wipes his hands on his shirt. "Five silvers'll cover your meal and board." He replies.

"Delightful.  See you in the morning."  Fiddle staggers up into his room, ready for sleep (He's gonna wake up early to do some tinkering).

The tabaxi raises an eyebrow at the dwarf, and grins.  "Any question?  Then I would be suggesting that you are pulling the legs, yes?  Perhaps you will be telling this one the story of what you were asking this most knowledgeable of persons?  And perhaps you will also be telling why the story is for this one's ears only?"  J'zargo hails the bartender again, signalling for another round for him and the dwarf.

After watching the others go about their ways, Aaron decides to follow and heads up to the counter where he pays for his meal and a room before heading up to it to rest

Geralt waits patiently for the others to get their rooms, watching until they all leave. Once the last of them disappear upstairs, he pulls his hood up over his head and walks out.

The dwarf finally gives in after the second drink.

"Seeing as we're such good frens," He declares, throwing an arm about J'zargo's shoulder, "Im'ma let youse in on a secret. There's a turtle live's behind th' waterfall at the Dreaming Lake. Ask him any question, and he'll tell you th' answer. Watch out fer 'im, though. He's a tricky bastard, don't always talk straight. An'he only gives youse one question, so choose careful."

(My bad, it's been hectic adulting and restocking these days) 

Aramintha considered the next bit of information given - in order to catch Dawnmantle, she would have to forsake the morning. Sure, as an elf she only really needed four hours of meditation, but she sometimes liked to lounge about a bit through the early morning and having finally been off the blasted steamboat made it especially tempting for her first night of rest on solid ground. It wasn't even guaranteed that even if she managed to speak to this elf that she would even want to divulge anything to Aramintha, though presently her tribal markings had been fainter. Dawnmantle - she certainly lived up to her name.

"Thank you Mr. Wanderboot, I really appreciate the information" she said, looking around to see that Aaron had gone, perhaps to rest already. Geralt seemed about ready to turn in for the night as well, and though sense dictated that she should follow their examples - she wasn't quite ready to call the quits. Both Fiddle and J'zargo were caught up with their companies, as well as the recently met Kobold, Sobbi, and she was glad that each of them were mingling about. But it left her alone, somewhat - she should turn in, she told her self, but instead she turned  back to the bartender, another matter having been nagging at her since she heard of him. "What's the deal with this boss Booboo anyways?" she asked as she finished her cold beer. 

J'zargo frowns for a fraction of a second as he processes the dwarf's ramblings, quietly glad he didn't cough up anything more than a few drinks for this 'information', he necks his next drink, and smiles warmly at the dwarf.  "This one is thanking you for your candour, friend.  I will be guarding this information closely, be having no worries.  You are exploring the jungles often, yes?"

Lam shrugs his one good shoulder. "What d'you mean? He runs this town through a system of graft, protection rackets, and imposing heavy taxes on the fishing trade. Chief Lu'Pao is elderly, and broken by the deaths of his three children and wife over the years, and while he still holds the title of chieftan, Boss Bu'Bu pulls the strings. His gang of brutes and tax collectors see to it that his laws are enforced."

The dwarf leans back in his seat. "Aye. I've had my share of adventures."

"Then what advices are you giving this one, who may soon be venturing into such territory, my friend?  This one is being away from the jungles for much too long, and wishes to be returning to them with knowledge gleaned from such wise dwarves as your fine self."

The dwarf hiccups. "Make frens with the poaka, don't anger th' mahi, and don't drink the water 'less yer sure it's safe."

Meanwhile, Sobbi is dreaming about humanoid pork running around in a village.

J'zargo chuckles at the water comment.  "That is why this one is drinking the ahi, my friend!"  Noticing the others starting to depart for bed, the tabaxi gives the dwarf a graceful, but drunken bow.  "My friend, you are being most wise and helpful.  May luck be guiding your future endeavours in the directions you are wishing!  Maybe next time we are meeting, you will be hearing this one's stories, no?"

He nods goodnight to the dwarf, and saunters over to Aramintha and Lam at the bar.  "Mr Wanderboots!  This one is requiring one more drink to be helping him sleep without the rocking of the oceans."  At that, he drops 5 coppers onto the bar.

The dwarf sleepily bids J'zargo a goodnight and stumbles out of the tavern. Lam refills your glass.

The tavern is nearly empty at this point, save for J'zargo, Aramintha, and a couple of fishermen.

The tabaxi pours his final drink of the night down his throat, and returns the glass to the counter with a satisfied sigh.  "My friends, this one is to be retiring for the night, perhaps tomorrow is being as eventful as today, yes?"  With that, he winks and staggers to his bedroom.