You enter the inn and find it like most others that you've been to. The cultists have taken a seat in the corner and immediately notice you enter. The wool-capped man nods to you and raises his glass to acknowledge you.
Erich follows along, smiling at the wool-capped man's acknowledgement. When they find their table he sits down and scans the room for someone that can set him up with ale and meat.
As Bughu is speaking, a young man stops by your table, "What can I get for you today?" he asks with a pleasant smile. After taking the order, "And you also said you're looking for work? What kind of business are you in? Maybe I can point you in the right direction?"
"Well, there's plenty of that to be had around here," the lad says, nodding sagely, "If you'd like, you could probably get hired on as a guard with any of the wagons heading north OR south of here. They leave every day, pretty much!"
As you are speaking to the lad, one of the cultists stands and excuses himself from his table, making his way outside.
"Old Hector's probably at the warehouse by the gates," the lad says, scooping up the coin deftly and then pointing through the wall toward the north side of town, "Lots of work being done on the road so we can get connected with Neverwinter again, so he's usually there. Big place with a sign on it with a picture of a wagon."
Bughu, puts down another coin. "Do you know if those fellows over there are signing up with Old Hector?" He only tips his eyebrows in the direction of the cultists' table.