5 Within Phandalin

Trakomak will look around to talk to any neighbor about the wizard. As a matter of fact re recalls Harbin mentioned it's across some farm. Looking to find the farmer and ask some questions about the wizard, the house situation and the neighborhood (is this a good place to live).

"Thank you, Elsa," Tatiana says. She proceeds to finish her meal in little bites, silently meditating on recent events.

Tatiana, Elsa nods at your thanks.

Nearly done with her small meal, Tatiana says to those remaining at the table, "I will check on Master Rockseeker's condition. Alex, if you intend to visit the Lionshield Coster now to purchase your ammunition, I suggest you take Raven with you. Or, if it can wait until after Sister Garele's diagnosis, we can all accompany you. I do not believe it is safe for any of us to venture out alone."

With that, Tatiana excuses herself to retire upstairs. She will visit Gundren's room for updates, as well as deliver Ammos's payment from Barthen.

Raven paused at Tatiana left the table. Sitting with Alex for a moment, "I hope they can help him." The farmer scratches the cat quietly as he considers whether they will be able to heal their employer's injuries.

Alex glanced over at Daran Edermath, trying to be as unprovocative as possible. In his years entertaining in the taverns of Amphail, Rassalantar, and Waterdeep itself, he was aware that not every drow was an evil, bloodthirsty tyrant. Only most; and near all in the Underdark. But he had laid eyes on one or two of the dark elves in Waterdeep.

Responding to Raven, Alex said me too, lad; me too. Speaking of which, if the barmaid is right, that orchard-keeper over there would probably have a decent read on the situation here with the Redbrands.

Trying not to be obvious, Alex looked for any representation of a dancing drow maiden or a longsword; both symbols of Eilistraee, the only good member of the Dark Seldarine. Pushing his chair back and preparing to approach the seated drow, Alex whispered to his patroness in prayer, Bright Smiling Lady, this roll of the dice is for you.

Tatiana, you climb the stairs and enter the room where a sister Garele is looking after Gundren. After a giving a polite knock of course, and hearing Sildar call, "Enter." The four of them are all sitting around a small table in the room. There are no more chairs left. They are all looking a little dejected, though Ammos does give you a small smile upon seeing you.

Raven, the cat purrs under your attention and continues to sleep.

Alex, as you scan the room, across the way, you see a fit, silver-haired half-elf well over a hundred years old. He is of obvious Drow decent. He is sitting at a table with what appears to be an old farmer, and they are having a friendly conversation. He is currently turned a bit away from you so it’s hard to make out if he has any iconography on his person, but you do notice he has a long sword at his hip and a shield leaning against the leg of the table.

Delivery of Ammos's coin can wait for an appropriate opportunity. Tatiana closes the door and walks to the table. She positions herself just off of Ammos's left shoulder, and looks down to see if his meal had been delivered, or more-importantly, touched. She listens, at first, for the others to resume their conversation.

As Alex approached, he saw that the former adventurer was engrossed in conversation with a local farmer. The farmer's body language was relaxed, if not outrightly gregarious. That bodes well; the less friendly drow, to my understanding, are condescending and cruel to those they call surface-dwellers. Eyeing the drow's armament, Alex realizes that any standard recognition sequences would be wasted; the shield indicated the user almost certainly did not train in less…martial…pursuits.

As he reached the table, Alex waited respectfully for a lull in the conversation. At one such, he interjected "Pardon me gentlemen." Turning to Daran, he continued, "when your conversation is done, may I beg a few moments of your time, sir?" Alex waited patiently but nervously for the response.