Mixed Meetings

The party left the warehouse and proceeded up the busy main street towards the tavern Ferrer had directed them to. The street was crowded with late shoppers and traders starting to pack away their wares and pitches; but further up the street the party spotted tell-tale signs of organised and purposeful activity, a bunch of youths barrelling their way in a frenzied game of some sort, jostling and barging through the throng.

Arresting the groups progress with sharp commands, the party was focused on the youths and so only the rogue caught sight of the pickpocket as he made his move. Although the youths quickly dispersed, the pickpocket had made good ground before the party could even switch their attention. With the crowds and Ferrer's warnings of the strict laws resounding in their minds, the party did not give chase. It was moments only before a Watch team appeared and listening to the party's tale they sympathised, but explained that thieves were rare individuals, the Guild had been broken decades earlier and never allowed to re-form. The party continued onto the tavern as the Watch squad moved into the crowd for any further inforamtion they could glean from locals.

Reaching the Swords Rest tavern, the party entered to be greeted by a subdued atmosphere, the clientele engaged in quiet conversation over tankards, with a whole boar spitted over a strong fire in the large hearth. The party approached the bar and got drinks, before enquiring if Trader Brasshorn was in the bar; the barkeep directed them to a far corner where a dwarf sat preparing to start a hearty meal.

They moved over and introduced themselves, relating their action over the caravan, which elicited a relieved and positive response from the Trader. She invited them to share a meal and take the time to regale her with the tale. They spent an interesting evening, gaining a promise of reward from Randalla (Brasshorn) for their efforts in saving her caravan and staff, before securing some rooms and retiring for the night.

The following morning they rose early intending to take full advantage of the vast city to upgrade their possessions. Needing further information they looked for the Trader and were lucky to find her again in the bar-room at breakfast. In reply to their questions, she agreed to prime her contact during that day, so the party could improve their arms and directed them to contact the Guard Captain - Coril Rulathon - about any possible tasks that would suit their 'specialist' abilities. Finishing breakfast they set off for the Guard barracks to find Captain Rulathon.