Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Gala starts drawing a map of what was seen. Tofdir gestures to lower your voices "If you can, keep as quite as you can about this please. Wait here I'll be right back." and with that he takes off out the tavern. Ramiel easily takes down the Fiery Grog, the benefit of it dulling his pain heavily outweighs the strong alcohol taste. While you're waiting for Tofdir, you over hear a conversation that strikes your fancy between a group of young men "I'm telling you it IS here. - No it's not, we're in a tavern and I don't see it anywhere you're chasing a made up story. - You'll be singing a different tune when I find this armor and become the greatest warrior when absolutely nothing can hurt me. - Greatest warrior, bahah that's rich, you not only have to find the armor first, but if you ever do, do you think the owner of it is just going to let you have it? Now shut up about your dumb story and drink, you're giving me a headache. - When I own the armor of invulnerability you won't be able to tell me to shut up, i'll.. - Shut up I said." the table goes silent for a second then resumes with boring tales of guard duty. A couple more minutes pass then Tofdir comes running through the door, he makes his way towards the group. "This is quite the surprise, here you did what you were asked." he puts 20 gp on the table "If you are interested, i'd be willing to pay a lot more for you to clear it out and uh...buy your silence. I've had enough problems with the local authorities, they'd probably try to flip this on me, claim I was the mastermind of it, probably get this place shut down. How does 100 gp sound?" he gives a friendly but desperate grin as he looks the party up and down. "To sweeten the deal, i'll throw in free food, drink and lodging as well."

"That is not a bad idea." he raises his hand and snaps his fingers. A few seconds pass and a large goliath comes out of the back, Tofdir whispers something in his ear and the goliath walks out of the bar, returning about a minute later, nodding towards Tofdir before heading in the back. Tofdir speaks up "I assume you still have the key. If you exit make sure to lock it from now on." Tofdir shakes his head and lets out a sigh "I had no idea it was this bad."

Tofdir nods and pulls out 4 keys placing them on the counter "The rooms are up stairs, you have your choice of all of them." he looks at all of you with a gentle smile "Thank you for helping me with this...this disaster. Have a good rest."

You all retire to your separate rooms, sleep finds you easily and you awake fully rested. It is night time and you hear that the tavern gathered quite the crowd downstairs.

You all gather your belongings, getting ready to trek back into the cavern and make your way down stairs. As you reach the bottom floor, a lady you haven't seen before stands up and starts walking towards you with a smile. "Hello, it's nice to see you all well rested, my name is Sylana Vallejo. Um...Forgive me for eaves dropping but earlier you came in talking about the cellar being bigger than expected..." she lets out a sigh "...I wanted to talk to you before but felt it was better to let you rest. This a long shot but i'm here looking to find out what happened to my grandmother, Emeria, she disappeared around this area when I was a child. She was a scholar and came here on a secretive mission but never returned. It's not much but i'll pay 50 GP if you find anything about her. If you are going down there anyway you have nothing to lose, right?"

Béke you catch a glimpse of a familiar face through the crowd.