Haiaen was the last of the group to enter the tavern, or so he thought as he entered the place a few moments after Lindir, still able to see a faint light trace that probably had emanated from the elf. Near the entrance, he stopped and looked around in an attempt to mark anything of possible interest that was happening and where all members of the group were. While doing so, he mused at what kind of things could exist inside other dwarves compared to all the people, objects and noises which were inside this ‘Red Dwarf’. With the words of his elf companion still on his mind, Haiaen was ready to move towards the location where Zimnis was after a few moments of spotting him, if he managed to find him.

Being successful, he was going to try to move the quietest possible to avoid bringing attention to himself and interrupt whatever the gnome was doing. Following that, he would watch his companion chosen action for a few minutes, but due to how busy he seemed he was willing to take another course of action and ask him another time the important question. After that or if unable to find Zimnis, Haiaen wanted to explore the rest of the tavern with quiet steps, in special anywhere with easy pickings for someone of his skills. In case that didn’t exist or he couldn’t find it, he then would approach anything interesting happening around or, if that too was impossible, attempt to rejoin the gnome or another of his companions that seemed unoccupied at the time.

Zimnis gleefully hobbled through the narrow street, making his way towards the tavern without interruption. In all of his years, his many years, living in the world, "I swear I never loved steady ground so dearly," he mumbled under his breath. Although the sun was sinking closer to the horizon faster than he had hoped, the tinker gnome felt content to spend the remainder of his day in the tavern. The town did not look very pleasant on the outside, and the foggy's thick enough to burn! He chuckled to himself at the thought and, using his staff to reach, pried the door open. Due to the lack of maintenance, one of the hinges was slightly loose, making the door lean against its frame heavily. All the same, the door relented under the new-found strength of the gnome, regained after weeks of unending tossing at sea.

The gnome practically threw the door to the side and rushed on in to the tavern, taking a deep breath as he stepped, attempting to absorb the thick scent of ale, mead, and meat pie right out of the air. He felt unsuccessful, as he could still balance without leaning heavily on his stave, however he was sure that his predicament would fix itself soon enough. With a broad, almost elated smile on his face, the gnome weaved past a few wenches and directed himself towards the bar, fancily vaulting himself onto a vacated stool with the assistance of his trusty stave. He kept a tight hold of his stave after landing, then used it to wave for the attention of the bar-tender.

After the standard greeting and salutations, the gnome cheerfully asked, "Hallow, noble sir! My companions and I have come from a loooooooong and far away land, across the sea and over many, many hills to reach this town. As such - we need ale!" He then chuckled heartily and, before the bar-keep could move to grant his request, he quickly added, "but before the ale, I have a proposition to make!" As the fairly short gnome continued talking, he stood up in his chair, hoping to attract the attention of anyone willing to look(Charisma). "You see, from the land which I hail from, we gnomes have a certain tradition when it comes to newcomers. If anyone in any group can create a spectacle so incredible that none can protest it's spectacularitiness, the whole group gets drink on the house." The gnome then leaned in towards the barkeep and extended his right hand with an honest smile and sparkling eyes as he continued, "what say ye?"(Barter)

"Wa-what," Bamgardo muttered. He was in his bunk on the ship when he suddenly heard a commotion. He hopped out of the hammock and headed to the deck of the ship. "Blimey!" he exclaimed. He had slept through the landing! He hoped out of bed and grabbed his things, then quickly headed to the main deck. After making it to his destination, he quickly addressed a member of the crew and was relieved to find they hadn't been in dock. After he hurriedly left the ship and looked around [Use perception, and then knowledge if necessary.], Bam wanted to find something to show to everyone in the tavern. The gnome really wanted to get his name known, and how better than showing off his skills! If Bam finds something worthwhile, he will do whatever necessary to obtain it, if not he would head into the tavern, crestfallen and take a seat.

After entering the tavern, Grommak would scan the room for someone that didn't look too busy or inebriated and approach them.

"Is there river nearby?" He asked in partially broken common. Afterwards he would find somewhere to stand aside and observe Zimnis until he finished whatever he was up to. If his query turned out unfruitful he would stay at the inn. If Grommak was informed of a nearby river or body of water he would go speak to Zimnis.

"I find you tomorrow." Grommak would say and head for the river if no objections were raised.