Beregost

Sheemish drums a rhythm on the table with, signaling to Stitch to listen closer to the table about the "Job" relating to Entar Silvershield. He then walks over to the table with the conversation about spiders.

"So I understand someone has need of an exterminator?" he says with a half smile.

If its too much to have Sheemish concentrate on two conversations at once, He does have a tape recorder ability to replay back a few sentences of conversations. Stitch could eaves drop a moment longer and then report it back to Sheemish.

Sheemish finds a man and woman sitting at the bar together discussing Liandrin and her spider problem. They look up at the blacksmith in surprise.

"Are you actually volunteering to go and clear out them spiders? About a week ago I saw a few of them, as big as dogs they were. Hope they ain't gotten any bigger." the man says. The woman looks hopeful, but says nothing.Stitch finds the speaker who mentioned the job, a black-bearded dwarf who seems to have some sort of throat injury. His voice is more of a higher-pitched wheeze than anything else. He seems to be trying to recruit a trio of rough-looking men.

"I mean, imagine the fame and fortune that could come with saving the son of one of Baldur's Gate's Grand Dukes? Anything could happen on the road, buy yous guys could keep 'im safe. I'll give you 300 gold each to get 'im back to the city in one piece, and maybe a bonus if I happen to get one myself."

A confident smile spreads on Sheemish’s face. There may be a way to make the spider job more profitable, he was in a bar after all.

He proceeds to stand up and step atop his chair raising his mug of ale in the air. All eyes turn to him as he raises his voice above the ruckus Fellow inebriated patrons he shouts with a mischevious grin step right up and place your bets! odds of my friends and I against a house full of massive flesh eating spiders! What say you!

And locking eyes with the recruiter and afterwards if we are victorious we may take you up on your offer as well! and he downs the rest of his mug in a dramatic flourish.

Using inspiration from the em we earned last fight for a persuasion crit!

Calliope, Aiwë, and Imoen enter the Jovial Juggler to find Sheemish up on a table surrounded by cheering patrons, who have taken to chanting "Spiders! Spiders! Spiders!"

Sheemish easily collects bets from everyone in the room. Even the fiddler gets in on it! By the end of it, he's got notes for collectively 136 gold pieces, should the party be victorious against the house of spiders.

"Well?" one of the patrons shouts, "Let's see it happen right now! Spiders! Spiders! Spiders!"