"Ah well, I will take care of the wagon and supplies," Elmar replies. "I believe the agreed amount was ten gold pieces each correct?" He puts a hand in his pocket and pulls out a small sack of coins. "I am the proprietor of Barthen's Provisions, and these supplies are for my store."

"Lovely," Saravena smiles as she hops off the driver's seat. "Do you happen to sell any glass flasks? I am looking for about twelve or so and a couple of pouches to carry them in if possible."

"I do carry flasks," Elmar replies. "Though if you can until the morrow, I will have sorted these supplies here and there will surely be more available."

"Great, I can use a drink. Do you know if their is a blacksmith or forge in this town?" Damian in a sweat from the fast pace journey takes his share of gold. 

"Aye," Elmar replies. "There is a smithy. Though if you're looking for weapons... you'll want Lionshield Coster."

Damian smirks as he usually the one making or selling weapons "Ha, No need I am a blacksmith I make my own weapons. Well if you'll excuse me I'll go ahead get that drink you said the inn was which way?" 

"The inn's just there behind me," Elmar says as he turns and points to one of the buildings in front of you.

"Much appreciated friend!" Damian will start heading to the inn "Well anyone going to join me?"

Eniwin will follow Damian to the inn.

"Someone will need to stay out here and keep Murg company {OOC: Was there any reaction to bringing a trussed up goblin into town?} and since it was my idea to bring him, I guess I will remain to guard him from harm or escape.  If you arrange rooms for the night please get one without windows for me and my new companion - unless I can find somewhere to keep him 'safe'" looking at Eniwin as he completes the statement, then turns to Elmar "Gundren told us that he had brothers involved in his venture....are they here in Phandalin?  And is there anywhere that can take care of Murg here?  He and his friends tried to ambush us as they did Gundren, so he has information that may be important."

Eniwin turns to Tagret and says, "I could set an Alarm around your sleeping area to ensure that we'll be notified if Murg tries to escape." She speaks in a tone that conveys an uneasiness on holding non-hostile creatures as captives.

"I don't understand," Elmar says. "Who is Murg?"

"I am Murg, you great big buffoon!" snaps Murg from on top of the wagon. Murg struggles to sit back up again on the wagon.

"Oh my," Elmar gasps. "I did not notice that you had captured a goblin. Why did you bring a goblin into town?"

"Hey! I do have ears you know!"

Elmar looks of your shoulders at Murg sitting on top of the wagon but continues to otherwise ignore him. The shouting has drawn the attention of some of the other townsfolk. Most of the adults look shocked at seeing a goblin within their town borders. However, some of the children look at Murg with curiosity more than fear.

"What are y'all looking at! Blegh!" Murg says to the townsfolk pulling a face at them.

"I said we had one in the back," Saravena says counting the coins as she places them into her purse, then she pats Elmar on the should. "We planned on giving him to the guards so we can question him more and find out all we can about the goblins near here, anyway I will be back early morning for those flasks." Saravena jogs over to join Damian going to the inn.

Rashana accepts the coins and nods at Elmar. "Thank you." Then she follows the rest to the inn. While on the way to the inn, she mutters to herself. "Quite a journey, isn't it?"

As you approach the inn, you see a sign hanging from the front saying Stonehill Inn. The inn itself is a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. Inside you see the common room is filled with locals mugs of ale or cider when you enter they all eye you with curiosity.

Rashana follows the group into the inn without saying anything. She leans down trying to make herself smaller to avoid any attention. 

As stated, Tagret remains with Murg, more to protect him from an unwanted harm but does engage him, absent Eniwin "So Murg, have you considered your options?  Help us and gain your freedom and perhaps some coin, or stay silent and we leave you to the justice of Phandalin, having informed them that you sought to murder us, and have taken two of their own captive?"

OOC: With Tagret split from the group he will be seeking to push Murg to REALLY consider his immediate future.....

Outside the Inn:

"I have already told you everything I know!" replies Murg. "So how exactly do you expect me to help you?"

"Well, whatever you decide can you get him off that wagon so that I can take it with me?"

Inside the Inn:

The patrons of the inn all begin to resume their chatting and drinking. A short young man calls to you from behind the bar,

"Well don't just stand over there. Come on in!"

"Well if you insist," Saravena enters the inn with a smile across her face and takes a seat at the bar. She looks at the young man behind the bar, smiling still, and asks, "Anything here you would recommend?"

"Well, we do have ale", he replies. "If not we have some wine, it's not good though."