The plate armored man introduced as Rook of the Order of the Silverknights of Silverymoon reaches over and picks a pair of apples up off the table. With a quick underhand toss one flies straight to Keld which he easily snatches out of the air.

"Good eye half breed. Come sit. You fought with the Fist. Where at and when did you get out. I hear that they have been mobilizing the whole damned company and are shipping out upto give some aid to lifting the Siege at Bruennor's place. You know those dwarves of Clan Battlehammer."

The eyes of the Sorceress Galina of the Watchful Order roll and Talin sniffs uncomfortably at the rough speech and manner of this man.

The merchant identified as Uncle Ollie looks over at the half orc warrior.

"Too true. What news do you have of the South. Is that marching story true. I have some caravans headed that way and would not want them to get...
Accidentally plundered."

Sorg chuckles.

"Nahh. The orcs are in the other way. Up near the mountains. I hear tell that there are 200 or 300 thousand of them easy and that more are crawling out of there holes up in the Spine of the World everyday to go and join."

Rook shakes his head.

"Bad business that. I heard that the dwarves already lost and have butteoned up in there underground fortress. Word has been going out to Citadel Adbar and the dwarves there. As well as to all the cities in the Silver Marches. And down here to Waterdeep as well."

"Why I came originally to the City of Splendors to see what could be put together for military assistance.
But Waterdeep got bled pretty bad fighting the Phaerim and then the Shadovar over the last couple of years.
All that they are doing is gathering up coin and hiring mercenaries to join an expeditionary force and buying up all the grains and foodstuffs in the warehouses to prepare it for whomever marches there to help them."