The party finds themselves at the River Gate entrance into Waterdeep, City of Splendors. After a lengthy chat with the well armed and organized guards at the gate, with reference to do's, the do-nots, and eventual obligatory warning of "Cause no trouble to have no trouble follow you." the party decides to head north along the High Road.

While walking, livestock and wagon in tow, the party makes a slight jog northwest and finds themselves in front of a 5 story complex with aged stone about the exterior and parts of the grounds. A sign posted securely in the ground reads The Gentle Rest Inn and Stables.

A curious team effort to glean information about the establishment reveals to the party the following:

The Gentle Rest is an old, large, comfortable inn where it bends to meet Waterdeep Way. The inn has five floors and a stable located on an alley behind the inn. The current proprietor is Marlak Buckman, a jovial, stout, middle-aged man of average height. He greets guests warmly, saying 'Welcome to the Gentle Rest. May I fetch you a cup of wine or a tankard of ale? Or perhaps you seek lodging?' The Gentle Rest has smooth, wooden floors and walls with typical furnishings for an inn. The shortest way to the stables is the back door of the Inn. If you use the front door, you must circle (clockwise) around a long block of buildings to reach the Gentle Rest stables. That path would take a couple of minutes. The Gentle Rest stables are sizeable and a cobblestone apron provides an area for rigging wagons and carriages. Inside are typical horse stalls and a hay loft. Towards the back is space for wagon and cart storage.

Vandar stares up at the 5 story building, squinting his eyes as the sun glints over the top of the roof and into his vision, further causing himself to shield his eyes.

This looks like a large enough place to unload, and perhaps even lodge us if it isn't too full. Perfectly placed not far from the entrance of the city too, and I don't relish yarding a wagon in and around gods know what hordes of people pack these streets. I've never been to such a large and populated place before.

Vandar, for the first time, looks somewhat anxious by all the people milling about the street. If he had the hackles of a dog, you'd no doubt see every hair on end.
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Looking from Vander to toward the direction of his unease I quickly survey our surroundings.

I suppose this will suffice for our brief time here. I will get the horses settled in the stable and be in for a bite to eat shortly.

I'll help secure the livestock. It looks less crowded in the back anyhow, and maybe I'll get a room if it's affordable. Vander replies, acknowledging Shava's statement.

Vandar proceeds to lead the shabby wagon down the cobblestone pathway towards the back, where the party sees two stable-hands greet him and assist him towards a collection of empty stalls.
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