Delmalis decides that it would be better for him to start asking around on the street, because his friends have the bar covered well enough, not because he was avoiding the drow woman. Definitely not that, and if he keeps telling himself that, maybe it will be true.

Persuasion: 10
Investigation: 20
Whichever applies.

As Demalis goes around the street, giving Floon's description and mentioning the Skewered Dragon, several folks just shake their head at the description. As he's about to give up, he hears a soft voice yell from one of the windows. "Oy, I think I've seen your friend." Demalis turns and notices a red-skinned tiefling boy wave him over. 

Demalis

Delmalis waves, “Thank you for your help!”

And he’ll head into the bar and take a seat with the others, “Someone says they saw him getting followed by some folk who hang out at a warehouse with a snake in the door. Have you heard anything?”

Lussa shakes her head, "everyone is either talking in drunk, or I have wax in my ears.  I haven't picked up any info."  She smiles at him in appreciation, "nice work finding that out!  Now we just need to figure out where that warehouse is."

Meep perks up. "I know a bit about trade that I picked up from my former masters. Let me handle this!"

Walking over to the card game, Meep clears his throat as he casts Friends on the bugbear, since he's the biggest and clearly the smartest. "Excuse me, my name is Meep the Merchant, and I'm looking for a warehouse with a snake on the door. You see, I'm very important and you've probably heard of me, and I have business there and I could use your help finding it."

Persuasion:8 

When the bartender is not occupied Sybil will saddle up to the bar with her drink and pulls a few silver (3sp) from her pouch and sliding them over but holding her hand over them as she talks, "I'm not looking for trouble nor want any trouble. What I do want is information, not much, tell if you know or point to who may know if you would be so kind. We're looking for a warehouse with a serpent on it's door. We concerned for a young man who may have gotten escort them by accident after drinking here. He has a very concerned and well connection friend who believes bringing this to guard's attention is a last resort and no one wants that,"

Persuasion: 9

The bugbear blinks for a moment and glances at his companions. "Oh yeah. That warehouse is down the street on Candle Lane. I usually steer clear of it, but that's where it's at." 

At the bar, the bartender watches Meep for a second then turns to Sybil. "What Mit said. Just go down Candle Lane and you'll find the warehouse. That guy you're looking for he's very well connected. He was seen drinking and playing cards with Renaer Nevermember. Nevermember's dad was the former Open Lord of Waterdeep until he tried using our funds and troops to help Neverwinter. I've heard some other rumors about him. His kid's okay though. Your typical rich bloke."

One of the patrons walks up to the bar," Didn't the two walk out together?"

"Yeah they did," the bartender adds. 

"Well, that's that taken care of. How about we celebrate it with another round of drinks? Actually, this went a lot easier and faster than I feared, so how about I buy a round for the whole bar?" Alberich offers as he digs out his money pouch. He continues, as he starts counting coins: "Was it two of us who said they don't drink? Then that would make it... four copper by... six, nine, thirteen people... Five silver and a couple coppers should do, correct?" After thinking for a second, he adds: "And I heard good word about the Chicken and Potatoes here, I'll take a plate of those as well."

Wellin seemingly appears out of nowhere and grabs the free drink then disappears again.

The bartender nods as he takes the order, Alberich's money and keeps the drinks pouring. The food comes out about fifteen minutes later and it's some of the best food you've eaten. 

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Lussa shakes her head, "everyone is either talking in drunk, or I have wax in my ears.  I haven't picked up any info."  She smiles at him in appreciation, "nice work finding that out!  Now we just need to figure out where that warehouse is."

 Delmalis shrinks back for a moment as she smiles, years of slavery at the hands of dark elves left a certain mark, and in his experience, and grinning drow, especially a woman, was not going to turn out well for him, "Um, sure, you're welcome. Should we go now?"

Twitch dug into the food, they'd soon lost interest in the game and listening into conversations hadn't revealed anything of use.

Inhaling the chicken and potatos Twitch looked around for Meep.

Investigation: 12

Meep sits near Lussa, happily snacking on bits of chicken gristle as he looks around, unconsciously bonding to the strange new pack he finds himself in. He scribbles a few notes, practices a few arcane words of power (they sound pretty garbled through the mouthful of chicken) and idly conjures minor illusions of varying types of doors with snakes on them, all about six inches tall. 

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Meep sits near Lussa, happily snacking on bits of chicken gristle as he looks around, unconsciously bonding to the strange new pack he finds himself in. He scribbles a few notes, practices a few arcane words of power (they sound pretty garbled through the mouthful of chicken) and idly conjures minor illusions of varying types of doors with snakes on them, all about six inches tall. 

 Twitch scuttled over entranced by the images, " I've seen that before....I think."

History: 16

Twitch

Wellin sits with the party, carving into the table: "Lookin' for a good time, ask for...," Wellin pauses for a minute before he finishes it with "Durnan."

Lussa raises her mug to Alberich, "Thank you kindly.  Sorry again for my earlier comments about the Watch.  I've been a lot of places and all too often the members there were more interested in lining their own pockets than taking care of the citizens.  You, my newfound friend, are definitely an exception to my past experience!"  Then leaning over towards Meep, she speaks in softer tones, "I heard what you said about the gray dwarves.  I don't' like them either.  When the dragon took our home, and the lives of almost half of the community, they sat and watched and did nothing to help, though we asked, begged even.  For that, I'd rather kill them than tolerate being near one."

"Aah, good grub, good ale, and good friends. There mustn't be a better way to spend an evening", Alberich muses after he helps his last piece of chicken down with the rest of his ale. While eating and drinking, he would have asked others about whatever they'd be willing to share of their past, as well as telling of his own. He'd tell of how while he and his father were both born here, his grandfather came far from the south-east, a gold dwarf settlement in the 'Giant's Run Mountains'. He'd complain about not being able to afford a place large enough to practice the art of brewing that his grandfather had taught him, and explain how he is more of a 'figure out a crime after it happened' type of watchman.

To Lussa, he says reassuringly: "Forget about it. I do know that the other cities do not have it as good as we do here, it's just hearing talk of it here so suddenly surprised me a little." He takes a look all around the table, making sure everyone's finished, and then says: "I guess we should get on with that mission of ours. Candle Lane, wasn't it?"

As the others shared whatever of their backgrounds they chose, Delmalis would listen carefully, but sit quietly, offering no more than that he'd recently come to the surface with his friend Meep. He would also keep eyeing Khione, trying to be subtle about it.
Deception: 7

Meep nods, and develops a nascent respect for the dark elf. He speaks in brief terms about how miserable the Duergar treated him from the moment he hatched, and how much better it is above ground, despite the brightness. "We've found a new pack now, yes? Stronger together, and decidedly anti-grey Dwarf!" Meep grins.