Session 1: Loadin’ Up the Icebreaker

You all decide to go together as you think you can pick up most of the packages in one go by optimizing your path. Once the small cart pulled by the Deliverer's mule is ready, you make your way back through the shouting crowds that are still hanging outside small taverns watching the race. Except for having to dodge the occasional drunk, you reach the One-Eyed Jax tavern easily. It is, after all, the hip new upscale public house in town.

You enter the tavern through the heavily used wooden door, and you're welcomed by a pleasant atmosphere. The place is packed, loud voices discussing nothing and everything over one (or three) pints of the local brew. The bartender is engaged in a conversation, but still manages to welcome you with a smile. Looking around, you all notice a person that can only be your client: he is short, stubby, dressed in fine armor, and has green scaly skin. Yet this creature looks like no dragonborn you’ve ever seen.

The strange reptile looks in your direction and waves cheerily, and you smell a faint scent of lemon drifting in your direction. He nods, making some clicking sounds, as Fizel asks if he is Dragonbait. He puts a small, hand-carved box of teak hardwood on the table, keeping is hand on it. She smiles and then stars whistling and clicking as he gestures with his other hand.

He points at himself, then places his hand on his chest. The scent of lemon is replaced by that of wood smoke as he continues by moving two fingers on the table as if walking. He shivers and makes a circle around one of his fingers, finishing by bringing the two hands together in some sort of triangular shape as the scent of honeysuckle takes over. He shivers again and points outside towards the sea, slowly tracing the way north with his finger. He then bows and points at the box.

As Fizel makes a move towards the box, Dragonbait pushes it back and shakes his head, the scent of baked bread taking over your corner of the tavern. The reptilian humanoid tries again, patiently repeating the gestures as the smell of the tavern keeps changing.

Dragonbait smiles and happily nods to answer Izuhn's question.The citrus smell takes over your corner of the tavern again as the reptile grabs the box and moves it towards the dwarf. He points at Izuhn, then to the bar, which you know faces the city's north walls; and then he smiles again, before taking the box to himself again. He looks and Fizel and shakes his head. Dragonbait starts again, now waving in the air showing something big; then he does his hand triangle gesture again and starts to grab the air as if climbing."Her' ye go friend!" The bartender interrupts the reptile's theatrics, placing some sort of hot brew in front of him. "To keep warm til the human comes back." He turn to the three of you "Can I get ye sumethin?" He asks, smiling, before continuing "I see yer trying to chat with the sauroid her'. Poor fella talks no common." The bartender stops to sniff the air. "Lemon... must be happy though."