-----"Hello stranger," Sarah says musically to the man with gold teeth. "My name is Sarah, and I'm delighted to meet you." She speaks slowly, making sure the man understands everything. "We're looking for some people, here, why don't you listen to my friend's questions here?" Sarah says, making eye contact with Sol and urging him to interrogate the man about the thieves.
-----Still perplexed by what's going on, Sol nonetheless follows Sarah's urgings and asks the charmed man, "Erm, well...Can ye tell us the actions o' th' man who looked like me? An' also what his companions said an' did? Particularly a certain odd looking halfling...Anything ye can tell us would be o' use."
-----As he awaits an answer, Sol gazes critically at this apparent informant.
-----"Sarah! A splendidly delightful name!" the gold-toothed man says while mesmerized with the Lord Wizard's daughter. He blinks as he continues to look at Sarah with Sol between them.
-----With Sol's questions, the man seems to ward his words away quickly saying, "No, I have not seen this man what look like you, . . . and no halfling."
-----Keeping his attention on the young mage, he dreamily coos to her, "My fair one, my carriage awaits! I could show you such a life of elegance in Redmarsh!"
-----A chuckling hoot goes up from the gnomes' table and one of their number, a cheerful ruddy faced gnome with an almost beaming red nose speaks up saying, "My friend, you would do well to keep Ruplier away from your women."
-----Another gnome, this one wearing a light tan-colored hood seems to suddenly lose his humor. With a frown, he asks in a high-pitched but serious tone, "Where are ye from, strangers?"
-----Sol seems to consider the gnome's question a moment before answering casually, "Originally? Personally, I'm from Goria, up on th' foothills o' th' Dragos mountains. Though, I've been traveling almost constantly these last few years. Yerselves? Are ye all locals?"
-----Sol then makes sure that he's firmly entrenched between Ruplier and Sarah.
-----"Guys, Guys, let's all be friendly now. Here, let me buy you three some drinks." Sarah gestures to the barkeep. "Oh, let me see if I can remember that Gorian blessing you've been trying to teach me, Sol." Sarah makes a few gestures and grandly intones some words. She finishes with "Oh, I forget the rest but it's something like, 'May everything you do bring you happiness.'"
-----She continues, "I'm from Hearthorn, been there all my life, except for this journey and another one I took awhile back I've never left my home. So what's it like out here?" She asks Ruplier.
-----"Blessing...what?" Sol stares at Sarah a moment. Deciding it's best not to ask right now, he returns his attention to the gnome he was speaking to.
-----Raven leans against a near by wall and says nothing. Folding his arms across his chest, Raven seems to be letting Sol and Sarah talk to the gnomes.
-----"Hearthorn?" the peasant suddenly turns toward Sarah as if emerging from a trance. "What news is there from Hearthorn?" A curious look is held in his green eyes where a moment ago there was anger at Raven's question.
-----The man in the far corner turns toward the center of the room for the first time. His face has strong rugged handsome features with a beard that matches his light brownish hair. He gives a stern look toward the adventurers that somehow also reveals interest.
-----The gnome wearing the light tan hood raises his chin as a flurry of golden motes vanishes before his eyes. He then folds his arms in front of him and focuses on Sarah with an unamused look on his face. "I would say ye best order a round fer us, lass," he speaks and his tone is even and firm, "n' no more'r yer tricks o' I be showin' ye one o' Father Glittergold's lessons."
-----"Come, come!" Ruplier says to Sarah extending his hand, "let us be off t'ward Redmarsh. There would be no greater pleasure than for you to see where my harem and I dwell!"
-----With the seemingly variety of chaotic reactions in his establishment, the grizzled barkeep barks out, "No! No! Out! Out with you all! We welcomes none n' I mean none o' yer kind from Hea'thorn!" He especially waves his fist at Sol and Sarah.
-----Rinda tenses behind Raven watching the Hunter for any reaction he makes.
-----"Now, see here!" Romney growls, "You are speaking to those who are personal friends to the Court of Oakwood!"
-----Before the guard of Oakwood can continue, the old barkeep waves him off spiting, "Bah! What good 'as Oakwood and Hea'thorn been to us 'ere? I raise no re'pect t'ward none save Sintor o' Ravenhold!"