"I can answer that!" said a tall armored woman who strode into the inn.

"He's a prisoner with the other Redbrands now. We found his lair and cleaned it out. As near as we can tell, he was trying to gather a group of thugs that he planned on taking over the town with."

"So who are all you people? What trouble have they been getting into, Sildar?"

"Well, we have just rescued your mayor from the Firebrands' favourite pub! The rest of them are locked in the cellar. If you have a better place for them, fine. I am Darvin,entrepaneur.The rogue looks at the newcomer.

Maldor seemed more interested in eating than conversing with the other group. He approached the counter and addressed the attendant.

"Meat. Maldor want meat."

The half-orc stretched his jaw. His protruding teeth became more evident.

"And drink. Maldor want drink had other night. Strong drink. Good drink."

Mal looked to the side to spot the conversation going with teammate Mithra. He had confidence in the other fighter. Best she inform him what's going on than go through the boring exercise himself.

"Well then, I suppose the next task at hand then is these orcs, yes? Who wants to go and hunt down some orcs?"

"I'd be happy to join any hunting trips if it means the locals can sleep a bit sounder in their beds. If there's coin involved, I'd be more than happy!" Victor said with a laugh.

In reply to Victor Harkness (msg # 26):

Thressa walks over her hair still waving in the air of its own accord.
" I hear you gentleman and ladies are hunting the Evil infesting this city. "

"Howdy," drawls Artem in his country manner. "We do have ladies, but I'm not sure any of us qualifies as a gentleman." He indicates to the serving girl that he would like a tankard of the usual ale. "I guess that's what we're up to. That and wettin' the whistle."

Artem pauses to sip a newly arrived beverage. "What's your name?"

In reply to Artem Jorak (msg # 28):

" I am The Wildflame Thressa or Thressa Wildflame, both are correct. I am a Wildflame of Aumanator. "

"Ah...I see," says Artem in a friendly manner, yet clearly not getting what the title meant. "Artem Jorak."

"Well met, Mister Jorak, Miss Wildflame. I am Captain Victor Harkness, Neverwinter Infantry 42nd Division, retired..." Victor grinned and said with a wink, "But no need to stand on ceremony, you can call me 'sir.'"

You can call me Criella 'Hope' Anderfell or just Hope for short." the female tiefling clad in armor said in introduction.

Cunaar takes in all the new faces and names observing what skills they might portray by just looking at them. It would seem they were becoming quite a force as their numbers grew.
"It is good to meet you all. The future should be brighter for our working together."

As Hope and Thressa makes their introductions his attention turns from the new acquaintances to them. He returns in kind,
"Greetings, I am Cunaar Clothar. Pleased to meet you."

OOC-Did our group have a name? Was going to declare myself as a member but didn't recall if we had a group name.

Gimble looks up at the large Maldor, "I know the cheese here is exceptional. I haven't had any of the meat yet. I can get that out in the wilds. I'm sure it will be very good, though!"

Turning back to Sildar Gimble says, "I am no friend of marauding orcs, so I, too, would like more information about them. You said they were somewhere to the west of here?"

The lovely Sunite priestess makes her entrance with the others, and smiles through the introductions. "I am Lureene Raventree, priestess of Sune", she introduces herself with a graceful curtsy, "And I find myself in dire need of some spiced wine." She laughs joyfully at that. "And a song would be welcome as well!"

"We came here on some cargo wagons... well, some of us did. The rest of us detoured to the goblins in the castle, and then when we got back here, we went right out to the Redbrand's lair!" Mithra explains.

"At every step of the way, our group changed members, so we haven't had time to come up with a name. Heck, we haven't even figured out if we're going to stay together as an adventuring group! I'm all for it; beats plowing the north 40!"

"So we've got a couple of options here?"

"I don't know that we all need to go to deal with the orcs... unless there's gonna be a whole lot of them!"

"Is that the case, Sildar? Do you think the orcs are trying to stage a comeback?"

"With this many people, we'll have a tough time sneaking up on them. But I'm all for it."

"So that's Victor, Mikal and Gimble going. And me, of course. Anyone else want to tag along?"

Maldor gave a low grunt when Mithra asked if any more were coming. He turned to the female warrior and gave her a "Are you kidding me?" expression... At least one that passed for so for a half-orc.

Mal finished his mug and pointed at it to the barkeeper.

Victor said to Mithra "Beg yer pardon, ma'am, but I didn't get your name. Or that of your... quiet friend." He nodded toward the half-orc.

In reply to Victor Harkness (msg # 38):

Amiri enters and sees the other warlock.

" hmmm interesting "

"Sildar, are you just a do-gooder, or are you working for the town? Some of us have just rescued your mayor, and the rest of us have got the rest of the band that captured him. Where's the money for that, and where's the money for killing orcs? I came here coz I heard there was money to be had."Darvin waits with his arms folded.

Artem nods in the direction of the other warriors Mithra and Maldor, "I am game for huntin' orcs.  If we need to split up for some reason, we can do that and I can assist elsewhere."

"As for rewards, I do not need money myself for any of these efforts. I prefer to do good for its own sake. If it is appreciated, it will be rewarded."

"I'm certainly open to more do-gooding and won't shy away from a battle in the name of protecting goodly folk", says the redheaded cleric. "Orcs are brutish and ugly creature, ill-favored by the Lady. I will join you, if you'll have me."

"Well then, it sounds rather unanimous. We are all game for hunting a few orcs."
After dealing with the Redbrands, the orc matter seemed simple enough....crush them. Though things were never so simple as he recalled the goblins having taken him prisoner. Bad business that was. He did not know if he would be freed in time for dinner, which he might have been part of the course.

Maldor leaned back on the counter, doing his best to take in the conversation of the others.

"Orc. Ugly. B-utish. Yes. We go make orc stop being bad. Hit on head, all ugly orc."

Without showing expression, Mal turned and pointed at his mug.

"Drink good. Will have more" he stated to the barkeeper.

Ero enters the inn, his arms full of papers.  "Ah, it is most ineffable we have all returned to this superior public house to recuperate.  Barkeep, your menu d'hote, if you will.  And a nice unassuming white for an aperitif, please."

The elf places his papers on a nearby table and takes a seat.  "Since we are now here, shall we discern what sortilege has been affixed to our prized attainments?"

This is as safe a place as any.  Ritual Identify on the sword, staff, and wand.

Lureene gasped and slid next to Maldor. "Ah, my friend, I am such a boor. I did not mean you, of course! Let me buy you a drink, hmm?" she said gently, and flagged down the innkeeper.