"Names Rubin." Rubin says to the group again.  "I'm a scout and traveler of the tunnels of the underdark more than anything, I guess a nickname would be dwarf or miner..."

“Keth... the Blacksmith and me were here originally with some others looking into the faction folk that went missing, too,” Jairus says. “We looked into a couple of local trouble spots, but none seemed to have any real clear connection with them missing folks.”

Haylessa purses her lips, thinking for a moment.

"Yes, there were a few mentions of folks like that.  And a few other strange happenings as well.  Endrith found some old book in Dwarvish, and some shepherd named Larmon says he found some strange new graves out in the Sumber Hills.  Endrith's probably at the stables, and I think Larmon's been hanging around Gaelkur's shop.  Had a few caravan guards and the like mention that some delegation passed through Beliard, but haven't heard anything about them since then."

He had avoided the confrontation with the lawman. Joining his new friends at the Swinging Sword, he settles into his chair with a mug of sweet cider. His Master had sent him to find the source of evil magics. Was this cult the end of it, or the beginning. He couldn't tell. These folk he had come across seemed to work well together. He would stay with them, honouring his word.

"I guess 'The Farmer' would suit someone with my.... tendencies. It inconspicuous too, especially around here. I've never had an alias before. It's all very exciting" he takes a long draw on his tankard.

Listening to the bar keeps information he goes quiet, not wanting to make a decision that would affect the group. He resigns himself to following the others decision. Why wouldn't he....a druid knew nothing of the wider world. Men and their bickering was something he was still growing accustomed to.

Rubin listens to the woman's report on what she knew and smiled to himself.  Serving persons always learned more than people realized.  he waits to see what the others decide as well, this group he had joined recently seemed to have good insight on what to do and he felt any decision made here would get them some more information in the long run.

"Might be worth talking to Endrith and Larmon," Jairus says in response to the woman's words.  "We could look for them now, or tomorrow, after a good night's rest.  No harm getting information tonight, we ain't gonna rush off into any trouble or anything until we get rested.  Up to y'all.  You want a night of R&R, that's fine by me."  Jairus sounds eager for a night of celebration himself, but if the group wants to line up their next investigation leads now, he will follow suit.  

"Here here."  Rubin agrees, lifting his ale in a toast.  "Rest an drinking tonight, investigating tomorrow."

The Blacksmith watches over the sinkhole along with many of the people sticking around, keeping an eye on the wagon shop they emerged as well. She adjusts her new cloak as she tries to warn the other people about what they found down there.

"The bad cultists," she explains while tracing over the symbol in the ground "All have these weird triangle tattoos on them, on their head or their chest so they'll probably be trying to hide it somehow."

Asking for help with watching the sinkhole and the wagon shop: Perception roll 7 if advantage, second roll 12

Keeping her back to a wall (not a window) so no one can sneak up on her from behind, Kethra reminisces about the rest of the party. Sure, it would be an honor to fight with them, but drinking with them as the only girl would be improper and mega awkward.

"I wonder what crazy stories they'd be sharing right now," she says out loud as she sniffs the waterskin she found underground. Passing the time, she'll remove the greataxe's head to make it into a walking stick, carving on the side of it 'REDEMPTION' in dwarven runes. She practices with it to level up, joining the rest of the party at the Swinging Sword once the Constable is safe (or if she's told do so).

If the situation becomes not safe, Kethra will dash the greataxe's head against her blacksmith's hammer together to ring a portable alarm and retreat to the Swinging Sword.

(Edit: Holy &^%* that roll)

Jairus slaps his knee at Tyde's story, letting out an braying laugh.  "Dang, you sure do have some stories.  So just one daughter the whole time?"  The seemingly inconsequential small talk and swap of anecdotes seems a bit of a relief after the business of butting heads with local venerated figures and cultists alike.  

Jairus seems content with the general consensus to drink and be merry for the evening, and resume their investigation into the missing delegate members the following morning.  He has no particular plans beyond that, at present, so he will enjoy the drinks on the house, revelry, followed by a Long Rest.  

"Ty...uh, Baker, you shouldn't talk of night time endeavours with such openness" he blushed at the story. Life in the glade was nowhere near risque. Looking at the rest of the group he realises it is just a tale. His blush deepens at his own naivety. He listens to the stories of the others and retires early for the night.

(Are you renting rooms in the Swinging Sword?)

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(Are you renting rooms in the Swinging Sword?)

(If my watch is uneventful, I'll rent a room!)

 Davian, not accustomed to society and it's quirks will sleep outside the inn preferably near a Grove of trees or other such suitable natural grouping.

((Forgot to add that he would offer his healing services to anyone who required it before he retired))

((Symon too would try to rent a room.))

Yes to renting a room.

Jairus will rent a room to retire after eating and drinking enough to feel like a hero that night, and probably a fool the next morning.  He is inexperienced with such revelry, and has far less tolerance than he lets on.  

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 Davian, not accustomed to society and it's quirks will sleep outside the inn preferably near a Grove of trees or other such suitable natural grouping.

((Forgot to add that he would offer his healing services to anyone who required it before he retired))

 (That reminds me, I'll be eating the last of the goodberries before I sleep ^^)

(Kethra, as far as you can tell nothing odd happens down in the sinkhole.)

Kaylessa lets you stay in her inn for free for one night.  You wake up refreshed in the morning.

(Where are you checking out first?  So far you have two names—Larmon (found new graves out in the countryside) and Endrith (been showing off an old dwarvish book he found).)

As Davian is new to the group he will remain somewhat quiet about where to head next, although he does make mention that he was more comfortable in the countryside than trapped inside a building.