Re: Phandalin
While Lureene, Rihala and Cunaar visit Garaele's house, everyone else has settled in to the Stonehill Inn.
Amiri, Bleddyn, Mella and Sylvester delivered the wagon of goods to the Lionshield Coster. Although there is only the one wagon, you recovered around 80% of the goods, overstuffing the wagon as much as you could.
Linene is delighted to get so much back, especially in such a short time. She pays each of you 25gp. She lets you know that she'll be shipping most of it on to Waterdeep in a day. She's not sure about sending the lone wagon back over the mountains, though.
"The Redbrands are mercenaries, aren't they? Couldn't you hire some of them to go with the wagon?" one of her servants quips up.
"What? Are you addlepated? The Redbrands are worse than the goblins!" Linene yells at the servant.
Back at the Stonehill Inn, several townsfolk wander in, and as they see the group, they congratulate all of you and buy you all a drink. Naturally, they want to hear all about it!
Serena is more than welcome to perform at the inn.
In the course of the celebration, one or more of you manage to overhear a few significant conversations.
"So they found 'em in da castle, huh?"
"Yeah, that's what they said. More like ruins of a castle."
"Never knew there was a castle up there. Say, did they take the hideout, too? Day was some goblins what had a hideout in the woods by the road. Wunner if'n it was the same group?"
Amid the celebration, Sildar Hallwinter enters the inn. He was the guard accompanying Gundren that you rescued from the castle ruins. He's a member of the Lord's Alliance, a political alliance that unites the free cities and towns of the North. He walks over to your table and discretely sets a small coffer on the table.
"That's the reward for finding the Cragmaw Castle and defeating the goblins and their chief," he says. "500gp. I hope you spend it wisely."
He then heads over to talk to someone named Harben.
"Have you seen Inkarno?" he asks Harben.
"Hmmm. No, now that you mention it. He was going to check out the area around Tresendar Manor. That was about 2 months ago. I don't think I've seen him since." Harben replies.
"That does not bode well."
"Someone should do somethin' about 'em!" grouses one inn patron with a black eye and a few other bruises and cuts as he downs another shot glass of something.
"And just who do you think is going to do that? You don't expect the mayor to do anything about the Redbrands, do you? He's more afraid of them than you are!"
"Old fat Harben? Nah, not a chance. Somebody needs to!" He casts a glance over at your group.