Galdrus and Abren meet Gundran Rockseeker

Gundran slides a pitcher of ale across the table in your direction and motions for you to pour a mug, flashing a wide grin . Seconds later a plate of food is brought to him by a short boyish looking server with oversized feet and ears too big for his head. " Eat up Sir Gundran, Masofur sais this ones on the house....as long as you pay your tab on the way out..."   Taking no time at all your old friend Gundran starts shoveling the food on the plate into his mouth all the while telling you about a favor he is in need of...   " Ya see its nay but a little jaunt to Phandelvin and by me own words a fair great time to be traveling dese parts as well. cool breeze and a clear view of Dragonspire to nudge ya onwards. My brothers and I are on ta somethin big in the area around Phandelven and if all goes well Ill cut ya lot in for a lot more dan dat bag o gold!   he stops to grind a piece of pork fat between his teeth.   " Ill be payin ya of course laddies, not a kings ransom but a fair trade on the work ya have to put in"   With that Gundran slides an small sack across the table with a small string keeping the opening closed as it flops in front of you...   " The wagons all packed all ye gut to do is mount up and hit the trail south to Phandelvin along the Triboar trail. When ya get to da town stop in and bend tha ere of Elmar Barthen at Barthens trading post. Hell get ye caught up on was happenin."   Finishing his plate he bounces up from the table and stretches his short arms above his head. He turns towards the barkeep and tosses another small sack of coin, this one landing with a solid thunk on the bar in front of the burly human. With a flourish he strides out the front of the Tavern hollering back at you as he disappears " De wagon is waiting for ya at the south gate. Got me some business to attend to so wait till dawnbreak and then set out to Phandelvin."