Episode 1 Scene 1c : The Arrival

"Aie dunna let em lie ta ya lassy, he's a rooga, onerble but roog no-the-less" an elderly female gnome smoking a pipe informs Feliani

"Then the question is whether he's an honest roog or not." Feliani smiled back at both of them as they bantered.

The older Gnome looks thoughtful then says, "Well I aints nuhva hard ovn honeest roog."

Where Tillman quips in with, "Oh come on Zin I dont lie..." he takes in a deep breath, "at least not any more than anyone else does. Well... not counting you of course."

Feliani picked up on the gnome's name and introduced herself again with a term of respect, "Mother Zin, I am Feliani, and this is friend Egret. You appear to be a long time local of this place."

Egret murmurs his thanks to Feliani and somewhat hesitantly sits down, unsure if he wants to stay but deeming it impolite to refuse. The druid let's the chatting flow over him, listening only partially and barely participating with a few nods for appropriate moments, but letting his companion handle the talking. Instead, he takes a moment to look over the inn's other patrons, idly curious about the locals. The tiefling smiles politely when Feliani introduces them, making a note of the hin and the gnome's respective names, but his mind is clearly not on the conversation.

"Yea been 'ere a while" she takes few puffs then continues, "den agin dis ole place aint been 'ere all dat long. I 'ave ta say doe, you two kinda an odd lookin' couple."

The last comment catches Egret's attention, and the druid looks back at the gnome. "Odd even for mercenaries or adventurers? I imagine a lot of peculiar folk pass the village looking for coin, glory or adrenaline." He glances around the inn absent-mindely, as if trying to see said people, and then pauses his sights at the group of dwarves that he was invited to join earlier.

"I would've thought so too. Hence the need for the Oath, to keep everyone in line." Feliani agreed. She then turned to Egret. "Need to check on the rest? I had the impression you all were going to be commissioned by the guard to fulfil some task."

"I skipped the briefing, remember?" The druid intertwined his fingers absent-mindely, while turning to look at the glowing embers of the hearth. "I'm sure they will find us themselves, with time. If the villagers don't notice me passing by, I'm doing something wrong." He smiles, and carefully - and somewhat proudly - fixes his collar. "But speaking of, Brindel was planning on seeing Kezzel, I believe. Is this the inn we were recommended to get some of his favorites from?"

"Hmm sounds like ole Zinwyn is gonna go fishin in da morn. Should be back a little after midday. So 'ow many ya be feedin?"

"Where does he fish? Maybe I'll join him. I don't know how big the party is going to be yet. You know what he likes to eat as well?"

"Kez no fish, I do and tware I get me oystas is me secret. Its why Zins oystas so good. Just needs ta know 'ow many ya be feedin"

"It wouldn't do for us to fish for secrets of your trade, indeed," Egret comments, then realizes his unintended pun and offers a sheepish smile. "But I'm unsure of how many of us wish to visit master Kezzel, and if they'd like to partake in the dishes themselves - although I don't doubt your oysters are delicious. I was under the impression that we were bringing gifts for Kezzel, not for all of us together?" The tiefling looks over at Feliani, as if asking for confirmation or denial.

"Wells no ones likes to eats alone, 'spekly in fronts of dem but be yer call"

"If they are as tasty as I now imagine them to be, let's have enough for Kezzel and ourselves." Feliani wanted Zinwyn to know she appreciated the offer. "Question is, can we afford them? What's your price for your tastiest oysters?"

A complicated expression briefly appears on Egret's face at Feliani's offer of getting the oysters for themselves, but it quickly passes, and the druid simply offers a smile. "I'm willing to forfeit my share to save the resources. I'm much fonder of the vegetables, I admit, and won't be able to appreciate the taste."

"Hmm since ya be buyin em for ole Kez I be sellin em to you fer a spekl price of just un Drag'n fer five buts I gotz ta nah 'ow many ya be feed'n soze I can tells ya 'ow many ya be need'n"

"I know Brindel and Lex were interested in talking to Kezzel, but I'm not sure if Kroog and Kendra would want to join. But even then, it might be better to be safe and get some for everyone, barring myself," Egret glances at Feliani, silently asking for second opinion. One dragon per portion doesn't seem like a bad price - even though the tiefling has no idea what are usual prices for food in these lands, - but they aren't exactly rich at the moment, and are about to head out on a mission.