Chapter 2 - Phandalin

Belanor wipes the crumbs off his suit. He's taken back by what he sees as bloodlust, but perhaps more just that need to help.
He'll put his hand up to try to calm her down. (which never works... ... ever)

"I'm not saying we wouldn't help. More so that town guard if applicable does. How can you help if you end up in town stockade or jail if you get in their way?"

Gerbo wakes up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at dawn. He lays awake until he hears voices downstairs, thinking about life. When he starts hearing voices downstairs, he goes down and orders some coffee before sitting with his compatriots. "Guards aren't going to do anything. Those red buggers weren't concerned about guards. You can tell the guards don't do anything here. We'll have to do it ourselves"

"We get paid, then kill red cloaks! Then maybe guards pay us?"

Kerisha hastily finishes breakfast, still a little full from her delicious meal last night, but keen to get the day started.

A tall (just over 5 foot), skinny (for a dwarf, so more like a whiskey barrel rather wine barrel), shaggy red headed Dwarf with a relatively sparse beard walks through the front doors of the inn just as you are finishing your meal. He is heavily armour with a Warhammer on one shoulder and a crossbow strapped to his backpack, He slowly looks around the room with his eyes stopping on your small group. He seems to shrug and exhale from which you swear a small puff of smoke halos around his head, and he approaches calling out, "Hey are you the new dudes in town, I was told you could help this dude out?"
As he gets closer a slight stale smell of vegetation assaults your noses, nothing offensive just . . . annoying.

Hearing the introduction, Gerbo turns to look over the dwarf with a mild interest. Wonder what he's up to. "Who sent you to us and what were you promised help with?" He pauses for a bit, before continuing, "Got a name, dwarf?"

"Perhaps there is a reward! I agree, we should check with the town guard." Belanor agrees.

He'll look up to the loud dwarf awaiting.

"Oh sorry gnur dude, name is Karma Barksmoker nephew to Grunden Rockseeker. I was sent," He pauses as his eyes look up and to the left, "I was requested to seek out my Uncle and help him establish himself in this town and possibly get back to my Dwarvish roots by smashing rocks." with the last few words he gives a sigh. He then continues, "So I got here a day back and no sign of Uncle, you can’t imagine what a bummer that was and to top it off no one knew where he was until ewes turned up." You feel as though he should add more but he just stops there and his eyes take on a slightly vacant look as he smiles at you.

"Both advantageous and sad. Your uncle sent us as well. We were supposed to meet with him here but it seems we may have run into a bit of a, um, complication." Belanor pauses.
"It appears your uncle may have been uncle napped you see. We found his companion and escorted him back here. We were about to seek him for further information after we break fast. Perhaps he should join us?" Belanor looks about the table at the others.

Kerisha eyes up the newcomer. She is always assessing what type of challenge people would be in a fight. Looks solid. Would take a good hit. Not as strong though. Seems...slightly spaced out. Humph, will be useful in a fight. She smiles to herself, satisfied.

Kerisha wants to make sure the red cloaks are not causing trouble, and her mind keeps drifting back to the halfling farm.

"We will find uncle. Add to list with kill red-cloaks and get paid." Kerisha likes to keep a list of who or what she intends to kill. Sometimes other things make it to the list.

Orel scratches at his stubble as he looks the dwarf over, giving a sigh. "We only have a few leads. Well, only one really. He's apparently being held at a castle of some sort, by a King Grol."

He pushes his empty plate a smidge away from him to signify he's done with breakfast. "I'm Orel, by the way."

What appears to be a look of shock, though the facial expression change was very minor, comes across Karma's face, "Sweet dudes that is truly righteous of you, maybe if I can get Uncle back the Clan will get off my back a little, and I can get back to brewing." There is genuine sincerity to his words of thanks and he walks forward with a closed fist extended, "Fist bumps all around."

Kerisha jerks for her sword at this presentation of a fist. Initially she thought it to be an aggressive gesture, but that would surely be a foolish move when you are outnumbered. The fact no one else reacts reassures her that it is a friendly gesture.

She balls her own fist and holds it out, mimicking Karma. As their fists bump, she is overwhelmed by an immediate feeling of companionship, like she has a new BFF. She goes around to the rest of the group fist bumping them all with Karma.

Raising an eyebrow at the fist and the way which the dwarf spoke, Gerbo thought back to the experiences he'd had with people like Karma at bars back home. Usually they were halflings and were either very wealthy, or dirt poor, but always easy to pick. One of these...I suppose he could be useful if he's roused. Putting on his biggest fake grin, Gerbo allows his fist to be bumped by the dwarf before dialing it back to a genuinely amused smirk at Kerisha's swift change of mood.

"So do you mind if I ask how ewes know me Uncle?" Karma asks, "And what is the negative vibe with this town, it is like being back underground with the clan."

"We were employed by your uncle to transport some supplies to the town. I'm also here in hopes to start up and assist new clients with the brewers guild. But she found out something about some gang thats supposedly terrorizing the town. We were just about to the guards.

Would you care to join us?"
Belanor motions to Kerisha when he speak of the Red Cloak Gang.

Karma’s eyes truely light up at the mention of a brewery, "A fellow brewer, dude! Would I! This place is getting better every second." You can not see it underneath the mess of a bread, but a smile crosses Karma’s lips. "I have been working on a new range of fruit infused brewing techniques to enhance the flavour of the hops in order to reduce the preservatives within the ale,allowing a cleaner and natural taste . . . " He stops himself and takes a breath, "Yeah dudes I would like that."

"Great! Perhaps we can talk shop after we find your Uncle?" Belanor suggests.

Seeing most of the companions have finished eating Belanor stands and pushes in his chair.

"To the guards then." He states securing his weapon to his hip under his suit coat.

Kerisha finishes fist bumping everyone then makes for the door. She's keen to get back to the farm and check on the halflings, bu checks her list and sees that they need to get paid first. So many things to do