"Shame, I'd love to see their faces when they discover someone solved the case under their noses... but you might be right. Either way, they might still remember me from the last thing I did for the town. It was pretty important so that might help us get permission. Also, this time I'll be smarter than last time. Before we're heading up, I'm going to gear up - and so should you all, if you aren't already."

Vadania says, "While you shop, I will go and talk to mother. I will meet up back with you at the tavern."

She will then head to her house. Entering, she will greet her mother, "Mommy, I'm home. I am going to be leaving for another adventure soon. This time to investigate what happened to Farmer Rutherford. Would you happen to have a bandana with you that I can have?"

Jack

The Captain takes a hard look at Jack, as if to determine if he's serious. Then he laughs. 

"You want to get past the Inquisition and check out the crime scene by yourself? Son, you have no idea what you're getting into. This isn't Waterdeep, and if the Inquisition is at all correct, you may see things that you wish...you didn't."

He sighs and takes out a piece of parchment. The Captain signs and stamps it,  before handing it over to Jack. 

"Congratulations, Mr. Khan- you've just been deputized. You have exclusive rights to investigate the crime scene at Rutherford farmstead. If any of my men give you any trouble, just show them this paper."

He leans back and lights another cigar. 

"Good luck, Mr. Khan. By the Gods, I hope you succeed. This whole business...it doesn't feel good at all." 

Vadania

Vadania mother is sewing when Vadania arrives home. She greets her with a hug and kiss to the cheek. 

"You're going out again? Shouldn't you rest a bit longer at home? You've been working so hard..."

Then, her eyes widen. 

"Farmer...Rutherford? I've heard about what's happened down at his farm. Everyone in town has. I hope he's okay, but are you sure this is something you want to be involved in? They say there was so much destruction at the farm, almost as if a wild-"

She cuts herself off, giving Vadania a knowing glance. Vadnia's mother takes a bandanna and hands it to her. 

"Alright. Just don't get yourself in too much trouble, okay?" 

"I am fine mommy." Says the werewolf "I heard what happened. I can't sit back and let whatever it is that brought about this destruction roam free. What if it attacks us next? If I don't do it, who else of this town will? Don't worry. I will stay safe and stay out of trouble." She puts the bandana on her face and then secures her hood. It obscures her face enough to hide her more bestial features. Perhaps she can pass off as a Goliath of some kind now.

Nods trying to conceal his smile.

"Thank you sir. You won't regret it. I'll report back with what I find."

He heads back to the tavern to collect his things, then sets out towards the farm, excited to be doing something productive again. 

Sulskan heads straight to the city gates where the group had determined that they would meet. He had already brought with him any equipment that would be needed, although the adventure he was originally planning was being postponed. While waiting at the gates, he discretely cuts his palm with one of his handaxes and swallows a bit of his own blood. He then tears a piece of his shirt off and bandages his hand to stop the bleeding.

(Spoiler is for DM regarding what is happening in Sulskan's mind)

Vadania would have objected to Sulskan following her home though for personal reasons.

Limine goes up to her room in the tavern and sorts through her equipment. With her limited physical abilities, there's not much she can carry, so she only takes what's absolutely necessary. She then goes down, jokingly saluting the bartender and everyone around. "Well, off to solve a mystery."

Limine walks around Trishdale until she gets to the town's gates.

Then Sulskan would have gone to the gates where they had determined that they would meet... He would be there waiting when the rest of the group arrived.

EDIT: I updated my original post as well.

Wishing her mother goodbye one last time, Vadania heads to the gates to meet up with rest of the party.

Perigord drags a heavy suit of halfling chain mail into the armory after him, panting as he turns to the dwarf. 
"Is there some way I could sell you this? Hardly used, well made. I'd also like to buy some studded leather, if you've got any- I'll need to sell this chain to do so, though."

If necessary, here's a persuasion roll: 6

Perigord

The dwarf drops her tanning knife and examines the suit of chain mail. 

"You're right- it's indeed in good quality and condition. Yet, there are some issues. It's fitted for a halfling, which means most of my potential customers couldn't wear it. And if I were to melt it down, there's not much steel I could get."

She thinks for a moment. 

"I'll take it from you for about 37 gold. You'll need about 8 more gold to purchase the studded leather, since that'll run you up about 45 gold."

Perigord fumbles through his pouch, extracting 8 gp.

"That's fine, I have a bit extra. Can I pick up the leather now, or does it need fitting? Also, I was hoping to purchase some cookingware- would that be in the general store? I just noticed I forgot to pack some."

The dwarf emerges from a backroom with a suit of studded leather.

"We'd normally need to fit you, but we've already got a suit in your size. And you can indeed check out the general store for cookingware, though I would mention most of that's made in the smithy here."

(All characters start with miscellaneous equipment such as cookingware. Is Periogord seeking to purchase a set of cook's utensils?) 

(Yes, cook's utensils are the goal here.)

"Oh, wonderful! That leather does seem to be about the right size. And yeah, I should have expressed it more clearly- I'm looking for the chef's utensils, the more advanced cookery and whatnot. If you have any, that would be lovely; I am running low on gold now, though."

Thavriol strode into the tavern, a newly Oathed paladin of Tyr, his armor gleaming, his leather gear clean and well-cared for.  But the observant in the room would not help but notice the tell-tale signs of someone who has seen his share of combat--the repairs to armor and shield, the knicks, mostly cleaned up, on his scabbard, the clearly used nature of his javelins.  The tall half-elf, with black hair and striking violet eyes, looked around the room for a bit before moving to the bar.

"Wine, please.  Red wine," he says to the bartender.  As the man places the glass in front of him, Thavriol nods.  "Been a while.  How've you been?"

Turning to the rest of the tavern, he raises his voice.  "Anyone planning on going out soon?"  Rissla didn't want him to do this.  Or, rather, she wished him well but also wished he could find some other way to keep the town safe.

@Murfle 

The dwarf smiles. 

"Ain't everyone running low on coin these days? Well, if you're interested, I do have a job offer for you. May involve leaving town through, and it could be dangerous."

@Thavriol

The bartender nods and fills a glass of wine, pushing it across the counter. 

"Great to see you again, Thavriol. I see you've taken your Oath? Congratulations."

(There are a few player characters in the tavern right now.) 

A young human woman enters the tavern, her discomfort clear in her body language.  Her fine, mink-lined gown was soiled and beginning to wear thin.  Her short blond hair stuck to her scalp with the weight of melting snow.  She carries a small pack and a shield and not much else, save for a number of small pouches along her belt.  She had been in town for a week now, but had almost never stepped foot in the tavern.  She had been too focused on her search, the whole reason she had come to this frozen, crumbling town.  But now. . . .

The woman avoids eye contact with everyone he can as she moves towards the bar, though she risks a quick glance at the half-elf in battleworn armor.  Her nose crinkles as she takes a seat at the bar, keenly aware of the smell of sweat and liquor here.

"Um, a beer, please?," Cali asks of the bald man behind the counter.