Curly sidles over to where Esther has sat at the bar. “What can I do fer ya?” He asks as he stands near wiping a mug with a slightly dirty and grimy towel. 

"Hm. I admire your outlook, friend." Ilmryn responded to his new Dragonborn companion. But Ilmryn's eyes had drifted away from the rest of the group, towards the Half-Elf as she entered the tavern. Another one? Ilmryn had a hunch, and soon, eavesdropping on her, he'd get confirmation.

"Hey, Half-Elf." He said to catch her attention, before beckoning her over to the table. "We're waiting for Gundren as well."

Esther jumps at the sudden attention from a stranger. Mister Rockseeker invited others as well? Glancing back at the barkeep to apologise and thank him, she briskly walks over to the table and hesitates at the edge of it, examining the group.

"Another one? Brilliant!".

Dovarax looks over the crowd to find curly and shouts out

"Hey bring us some food will ya, I need something to settle  with this ale"

Ilmryn folds his arms as she approaches. She wasn't a Drow, but another Elf, even if she was a Half-Elf. Made him feel a little closer to home. "Seems Gundren gets around. He has lots of pals." He looks around inquisitively. "How do you all know him?"

Curly waves in acknowledgement of the food order and after a short while approaches your table and slaps down a tray with several plates of Roasted Mutton and artichokes. Then walks away in a huff, “tourists” can be heard muttered by Curly as he walks away. 

Esther watches as the overworked bartender walks away with a pang of sympathy before blinking at another stranger who plops down on the table she was standing next to. She eyes the food on the table and her mouth becomes wet with saliva. When was the last time she ate?

Dovarax turns and replies

"its good I've had worst, the service could be better though HAHAHA".

"what are you here for stranger"

Vrakqrin smiles as he saw that this group slowly gathers, and said.

"I'm in search for my memory, it was Gundren who helped me out when I stumbled out in the forest, I'm here paying back the favor" he smiles again, "of course! I also crave battles and adventure, as far as I can remember, I was a soldier so the thirst for battle is inevitable".

He glances at the two new comer that joined the group.

He laughed and said, "the Ale here is superb! I can never get enough of it! I wonder when will our friend will get here", he slams his empty glass of ale on the table as he glances around.

Hearing the slammed tankard and more people arriving Curly arrives shortly after with another round of drinks and a couple more plates of roasted mutton and artichokes. 

As Vrakqin fails to see his trusty dwarf, he looked at the food and started eating to his fill.

"We should all eat before we go, fill ourselves up for before the worst comes. 

As he said that he laughs and continues to eat.

Ilmryn catches Esther staring at the food in near worship. He snickers a little, before handing her some mutton. "Whatever Gundren has planned, I have no doubt we're going to need to be fighting fit for it. Eat."

"Let's just say Gundren helped me get on my feet when I first arrived from the Underdark. I'd be history if not for him."

dovarax ashes his pipe and raises his flagon

"To new friend, to gold, and to adventure, may we find these wherever we go!"

He grabs some dried leaf from his pouch and repacks the pipe, lights and eats his fill.

Vrakqrin raises his tankard and boomed with his deep raspy voice, "To everyone!" and then he continues to eat and laugh.

Ilmryn raised his own flagon. "To wealth and prosperity."

Esther thanks the Drow and begins to devour the mutton, nodding her head as the strangers' cheer.

Swallowing her food, Esther mumbles, "But when will Mister Rockseeker arrive? Are others coming too?" She frowned at her plate. "He never told me that there would be others too."

Vrakqrin stared at Esther and said, "It seems that you are rather hungry!" He offers her more food and a tankard of ale as he drinks his. 

As he finished the tankard. "Bah, that Gundren never shared too much I see, I'm sure he has his reasons why he kept it to himself."

"Um, yes, thank you," the embarrassed Esther says as she gratefully taking the food, wrinkling her nose at the ale. She never understood why people tortured themselves with it. It stings when it goes down your throat and makes her head fizzy which she doesn't like.

"He could have at least mentioned something..." she mumbles, pouting as she dug into her next plate of food.