LMoT - Nightal 26, 1491

Droop, dar an or daakhuuc or shuulaan? Daan oc duun ar o ac haar tuulkaan aguur dhuur o. Daan ghon magaan ac aguugec maagaan tuulkaalkhaagaan. Shac o horthaan an duun ar?Gu’lord looks around for any sign of an armory, or to see if they can repurpose some enemy arms and armor for the small goblin.

Droop, fighting honorably is the way of goblinkind. However, if you fight by my side, I promise you that we will find a place for you, and you will be blessed by Bargrivyek. Grab a crossbow and some bolts for yourself. You can stay out of the battle's heat until such a time as I can teach you how to better wield that sword.

Gu'lorg grabs a longsword from the pile.

Here's my new weapon.

He takes the sheath and straps it to his belt. He then walks with Droop and Leylin to where Leylin wishes to go.

I reach the manor and, following the sound of my companions, I end up joining them at the armory.
— Here you are! Gu'lord, I got us the components just as the shop was closing. Didn't have time to negotiate, though. Here's yours I say handing him one of the precious stones. Then, nodding toward the armored goblin I guess he's the goblin you met earlier. So is he joining us?

Then I ask to Leylin, as he's the one who secured the place while we were out: I don't think we've been upstairs, did we?
I also hand him the pouch with 24GP, 9SP and 8CP in it. And thanks for that. We should count what each of us got or spent so that each one gets a fair share. Those components were quite expensive...

— Keep it. I hold my hand up. As for the "upstairs" - we've been there. When you've used some magic to seal the door. Nothing but the rubble up there.

Alright, where to next?

Gu'lorg looks down towards Droop: Droop, tuul khraash duun ghaan ac dec khruur duun dach duun daan molkac dhuul daan zel'darlaan. Daan tagaan orel'dec, ac A druuc'd dac a kuc ghuur rhaalaraan tuulkaan huukec agaan shuulkec duuc. A shac tar duun daan o daar duukuun ar o duuch kelaan.

Seeing that Gu'lorg and Leylin are wondering what to do next, I try to come up with an idea:
— Well, if we are done here we should take one last look around to see if we didn't miss anything and then... I don't know, do you have plans? If not, maybe we could enjoy the rest of the night in town and see if anything arise from the crowded tavern? That's how I heard about Phandalin in the first place.

I think going into a crowded tavern would be fine, except I worry for my new friend here, Droop. I have come to find that non-goblins are not kind to us. Maybe he and I should retire together and discuss his new calling to Bargrivyek in greater depth.

Gu’lorg and Droop discreetly retire for the evening, avoiding notice from any villagers.

Spark (and I presume) Leylin once again enter the Stonehill Inn. The tavern area contains several patrons some of which you recognize from earlier, including the halfling you briefly met a short while ago in passing.

— I really doubt that they will be more apprehensive of the Droop than they are of you. I respond to Gu'lorg and walk out of the redbrand's hideout. Rest sounds pretty good for me. By the Moon, we earned it! And let's worry about what to do next ... tomorrow.  After closing the door behind me, I sigh and begin to slowly remove my equipment. Armor, weapons, backpack and set of clothes that I use on the road. It's all laid down on the floor and I stand naked in the middle of the room with my eyes clothed. Feeling all that weight removed.
  I open my eyes and with a simple gesture and word in elven use the only magic that I know to clean up everything.   When finished, I take out basic parts of costume clothes set from the backpack and put them on. Feeling much better, I gather my equipment and put it in the corner (or in trunk/storage space if available).
  I sit down on the bed and close my eyes once more. I focus on Gundren. His image. Voice. Smell. Everything that I can remember...