Easthaven
He then nods respectfully at Zenithral, "and Ug be much pleased to have have elf friend with bow. Not just ghosts in ruins."
The man greets the party with a warm smile and says, "What's this? New faces in town, eh? Well met, strangers. The name is Hrothgar, originally of Hillsfar, but now, after years of traveling up, down, and under Faerun, I am content to call this town my home. Who might you be?"
He leans to maverick and whispers, "mother always tell Ug, do not trust stranger with funny name who can not drink"
Rolls
Inspiring the tavern - (1D20+4)
(5) + 4 = 9
That done, he addresses the group once again. "Well then, welcome to Easthaven. First off I would offer you this small piece of advice: while you're in my town, you'd do well to be on your best behavior." He puts his hands firmly on the table. "These folk are under my protection, and anyone who would seek to do harm to them in any way shall answer to me." He says this grimly, looking each of you in the eye.
Then the smile returns, and he pulls up a chair and thanks Grisella for a mug, and then looks to Alalla and says, "I certainly would like to talk about the state of the region and the trade routes, but this may not be the best place for that. I'm sure you've each had a long journey, and you'll find there is no better way to shake off the cold of the road than by downing a few mugs of Grisella's best. Please, tell me more about yourselves!"
Rolls
Does the chair survive his monstrous weight? - (1d20-4)
(7) - 4 = 3
Then he looks up at Zenithral thoughtfully, then offers a nod and motions for the half-elf to sit. "Good to have you here, friend. We could certainly use a man of your caliber here. But won't Bryn Shander miss you at your post?"