Lussa nocks an arrow and looses it at the clearest target:  Attack: 7 Damage: 11.

Sybil's blast flies past Durnan's shoulder, hitting the troll's chest. As Durnan engages the troll, the creature hears Wellin's voice. 

Troll WIS - 10

The troll blinks as Wellin's voice booms in his mind. He drops to his knees and grovels, prompting a surprised Durnan to stop and turn around. "Alright, who threw that spell?!" 

The six stirges on the troll release from its body and go back into the well. The remaining three try to attack it for blood. 

Alberich fires an arrow that goes through one strirge's body and drops it to the floor. 

Meep fires three magic missles, each one smacking a the two skinny stirges and one bloated stirge and causing them to drop. 

Twitch throws two axes at the stirges, missing one and another bloated stirge as it flaps in the air with an axe embedded in it. It moves to the ground. 

Lussa fires an arrow at one of the fleeing stirges and misses the target. 

There is one stirge on the floor with Twitch's hand axe embedded in its skin. Delamis and Khione still have their round 3 actions if they want to do something. 

Khione and Delamis still have their round 3 actions. 

Delmalis swats at one of the bats with staff and hand, trying to stay back from the troll as much as possible.

Attack: 12 Damage: 7
Attack: 25 Damage: 7 

Sybil points to random person to her side in response to Durnan. 

"Me! I'm here for the craic!" Wellin is having the time of his life.

Durnan turns to the hooded figure standing next to Sybil and raises an eyebrow. "Volo, that was you who cast that spell? I guess the rumors about you were true." He takes one swing and slices the troll in two. Several members of the wedding party from the back room arrive to help him put the troll body in the well. 

Everyone is out of initiative. 

The man next to Sybil looks at the party and smiles. "Well, you appear to be adventurers? I could use your help."  

As you approach, the figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.

“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need? I can pay 10 gold each up front.”

Twitch goes to fetch their axes and kicks the downed stirge on the way through. Then turns as the man starts talking and asking for help, Twitch crawls over and sits at the mans feet paying rapt attention.  

" Yes, give gold. Twitch find Moon Bagger.  You want him dead or just badly beaten?"

Attack: 5 Damage: 2

Lussa shoulders her bow, jumps down from the tabletop and retrieves her hand axes from the floor.  "So this isn't a normal welcoming for a newcomer?"  She asks with a raised eyebrow.  "I could use the coin, so yeah, I'm in.  Lussvanta at your service," she says with a bow of her head, "but call me Lussa."

"Wellin Nackle, Troll Groveller!" Wellin announces with a little flourish before returning back to tying up the bandits' boots together.

"If you have coin and a job, you have my ear for now," Sybil adds as she stash her crystal away quickly as she can, "Name's Sybil. Got a much longer name but it's not important. So this man you want us to find, could you tell us of his appearance, habits and anything we can use to find him?"

Meep was the kobold. His friend, Delmalis, had a big stick, and he was over there. Khione took that in note. As the troll burst through, Khione was still too wide-eyed to do anything, though her hand was on the hilt of her sword.

Still, the kidnapping and potential promise of gold had piqued her interest.

"I can help." Khione offered, nodding. "Kidnapped, you said your friend might be?" she clarified. And since people were introducing themselves, she cleared her thoat quietly, swallowing before adding "Khione."

Meep steps forward a little tentatively, and says "If you're all going, I want to go, too. Safety in a pack, you know. Besides, I need to practice what I'm working on, it's not quite ready yet."

Volo smiles at everyone. "It's great to meet you all. And you little one, you say you're working on something? That's good, you know I'm quite the author myself. I recently published Volo's Guide to Monsters. As for my friend, he is a handsome man in his thirties with red-blond hair, and no I don't want him dead. I want him found. He was dressed in expensive clothes when I last saw him two nights ago at the Skewered Dragon in the Dock Ward. We got drunk and I just left him. I feel so bad. You could start your search at the Skewered Dragon." 

"Didya say drink? Wellin here got a major thirst on," the little spritely forest gnome cheekily hints for a free drink as he finishes tying up all the bandits' boots together. He walks over to the fireplace and grabs a cool bit of charcoal and returns to draw on the faces of the bandits. "Been a wee while since I had some fun! Huahahahahaha!"

"Do you remember anyone else there that night who we could also track down that may know what happened after you left?"  Lussa asks, hoping the man would have someone besides the bartender and serving wenches to ask.

Volo thinks about it for a moment. "The Skewered Dragon has a group of regulars who drink. They might have seen him leave." 

Delmalis turns long enough to nod to Meep, "If you're in, I'm in, just let me know the plan." He then promptly turns back to the half orc woman, "I'm Delmalis, by the way, may I ask yours?"

Twitch rocked back on their heels as the others responded, they seemed to know what to do....Twitch would go and slice and stab and bite if needed.

Twitch moved over to one of the dead stirges and began stuffing it into a pouch for later.

Alberich gives Volothamp a suspicious look, but answers: "I assume you have some reason not to take this to the Watch, Mr. Geddarm, so I guess I'll help." After turning towards the others, he asks: "Should we start by having a drink together? Build up some team spirit and all that."