Our Story Begins...

Not everything on the list is available. No camels.

You find yourselves at the Bierkeller and Ronnart is as usual, busy polishing the glassware and ordering his servers about. He sees a beggar enter who looks to be in his 30's.
"Ozrit, I knew you'd come around begging once more. Fine...have a seat and I'll have them bring you a meal," says Ronart.
"And a beer? I is awfully thirsty milord," says Ozrit in a rough and gravelly voice.
"Aye...a beer as well. Have a seat somewhere," replies Ronart.

Ozrit looks around and sees your table and the empty chair.
"Do ya mind milords? Me feet and me back are a sufferin' and I needs to eat," he says as he takes a seat.

"I am a scribe's assistant sir, my name is Ozrit," he says and sits up straight. "I hear you are about to head south once your caravan is ready?"

"Iron-eye. We go back a ways, why?" he says looking at Geros in the eye smilng.

"No, but I probably should. My master forgets I need to eat and as a Sage doing research, I have much work from him but little in the way of pay. As you can see, I have a tab here and very little else," he says as he looks at Zugor and nods as if to say "good day."

Two goblins walk in to the Bierkeller and take a seat at a table and order food and beer. They have a large bag with them containing vegetables from what you can see.

"Oh, them. They're a complicated lot. But alas, I must eat," he says as the server places a huge plate of boiled eggs, ham and roasted vegetables right in front of Ozrit. He digs in with relish.

Ozrit finishes his breakfast.
"Alright, nice to meet you lads. I'm off. If you need anything, I will be near the North Gate. Master Loamora's Apothecary. Good day milords," he says, give a short nod for a bow and is out of the door.