The Coast Way

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Glad that Dieter is mending and that he was able to help some what in that (though that was more due to an inherited gift than Sheemish himself), the blacksmith finally takes a moment to relax. The music from his friends is comforting, as well as being able to get off his feet. But the weight of his failure to help in the attack weighs on him. He wouldn't let it get him too far down, he'd heard stories of the Bloodhunters back home who made rash decisions, heroic, but rash, when they faced horrific odds. Sheemish wasn't that desperate. But he did wonder how much of this was over their heads and just how dangerous that could be. They barely had the money to save one friend. What if they hadn't? And what of Kregguk? He fidgets with a "sleeping" Snitch in his pocket, he didn't have the energy to activate her right now, but maybe after a good night sleep. Though from the sounds of his friends discussion at the other table, that might not be happening any time soon.

Looking around, he notices their two "stragglers" picked up along the way. Memories of flawed tavern dwellers rising to a challenge to save a town came to his mind. While he did despise these two on principle, they had been helpful to point. Rising from his seat, Sheemish pulls up a chair at their table and sits himself down.

Blunt and straight forward seemed the best tactic here. "While our two groups normally wouldn't have joined up under most circumstances, I will admit I'm grateful that we did. You held your own in that fight and it would have been much worse for us without you. Makes up for somewhat for threatening my friends and eating their pie." Sheemish says with a sigh. He then wraps his knuckles on the table (gauntlets had been confiscated earlier). "So what now? We assisted each other in getting here. What is this next job that you spoke of about the Iron Crisis? Who's the employer and whats the goal?"

Meanwhile, Stella realizes what must be in that large mound.

Jaheira was taken by the gibberlings, and so it stands to reason that other people might have been taken as well. If not eaten, what do the strange creatures do with their captives? The astute scholar realizes that the other gibberlings the party encountered didn't seem to have any sort of reproductive organs. They must have some way of reproducing, especially since there are so many of the little monsters!

She's certain that the key to this mystery will be found within the large mound.

"I am a business man, And I’ve found business is more successful when it’s an honest one. Just because my tactics may be different from yours doesn’t mean we can’t share a goal. That’s what got us here isn’t it?" Sheemish says gesturing you the inn. "Same goal to reach here, different styles to make it work. Just remember your style had you lost and about to fight each other." He says matter of factly, and then gestures to dieter, "but we didn’t do much better either." He adds with a laugh.

Then, trying to meet the gaze of both men (though it was hard with the eccentric Xzar), "I’m not saying we have to like each other, but if our goals align we may be able to help each other. If they align" He adds with emphasis.