Ellagel could use a few castings of comprehend languages before we sell the tome, for at least fifteen or so minutes of understanding whatever is written on it...
As the evening progresses and the rest of the party discusses plans, Thrudmarr quietly moves to a corner table where he can see both the Darlings' table and his own friends. He sits with his back against the wall drinking his ale, his axe within easy reach.
OOC:
I'm good with heading back to Gosterwick, having a couple of us at level 2 will do much for our survivability.
Finally realizing from Ellagel and company that there would be no funds without returning to town, Zacharias sighs and says "very well, we return to Gosterwick in the morning and then see some return on our time. In the interim, unless anyone needs me, I am headed to bed."