Easthaven
He stands, clapping Ug on one broad shoulder, and then says to the group, "If you're need of lodging, I would recommend talking to Quimby over at the Snowdrift Inn, over on the east side of town." He wraps his cloak around himself, preparing to go back out into the biting cold. "Once you've had a chance to rest up and get your bearings, come by and see me at my house. It's just a couple doors west of here." Hrothgar offers one last smile and leaves.
Rolls
Chef and brew expertise - (1d20+5)
(14) + 5 = 19
With a Goliath certified food handlers permit - (1d20+5)
(4) + 5 = 9
With the amount gold that went through the tavern, Grisella graciously gave Ug and his friends extra provisions for their journies and reverently hung up Ug's apron in the tavern as a remembrance of the feast.
Ug also collected 100 gp in tips throughout the evening.
Rolls
To find the cat investigation - (1D20+0)
(13) = 13
pleading to the gods to help me - (1d20+4)
(18) + 4 = 22
One such man sits up with a particularly vitriolic presumption about the dwarf's mother and staggers to his feet. His attire must have been finely tailored at one point, but now is covered in dried ale and... who knows what else. "Shut up, you bearded barbarian!" he yells at Tulfgyr. "Quit your caterwauling to whatever god of torture you worship." He starts to stumble his way to the door, but is forced to lean against a table and rest his head in his hands.
"honoring mothers" he tries to get up but manages to roll off the bar instead luckily not landing on anyone, but still managing to break another chair in process.