Margaret
It was easy to lose track of time out in the forest with his bird. The young man spent the whole day as planned out around in the forest lazily hanging about. At one point toward the end as he began his way back for dinner Jeri was convicted that he hasn't been much help so far. However it makes sense that he wouldn't be much help as a novice scout that has no training and no scouting to do. 

"What do you think buddy maybe we should discuss with Rawn if there is anything we can do in the meantime?" Lucile cawed confidently at her master and Jeri stopped his tracks as if they were going to argue. Oddly enough, despite being a raven, Lucile was the one who was better at reading the room. The two disagreed on whether they were wasting time and figured it would be best to at least offer to look over some maps to understand the goal a bit better while at dinner. As the man approached the shepherd, he was able to see through a small window that Rawn was having discussions with an unknown woman.

This woman was different than a general bar maid. She seemed to be a gleeman of sorts at first glance since she was holding a musical instrument. Still, if Jeri was honest with himself, the dwarves were still strangers to him so it wouldn't be too shocking if they were organizing side deals or at the very least not 100% truthful therefore in caution, he signaled Lucile to sneak her way in. Jeri kept an eye on the two conversationalists from a distance through the window as he remained on the other side of the road tucked behind a tree while Lucile seized an opportunity to fly in low to the ground dodging the feet of patrons on their way out. Once inside the bird tucked herself under the table closest to the entrance and communicated what was being heard back to Jeri.
Kimberly
Rawn's left eyebrow lifted as she talked. 
He hadn't been looking for one, but he had just found someone with the makings of a spy. An informant. Which... Could very well be a useful asset. She had gathered information, and applied the correct logic to it. And added some extra info he hadn't heard. Something she said hit a nerve, but he'd deal with that later. 

"I think that will do nicely miss Mari-Fey. I have few doubts that you'll make a fine addition to the scouts, but I suspect that you'll end up fulfilling a different role in the future. We'll be leaving first thing in the morning, so if there is anything you wish to take along with you, you should make preparations quickly."

While discussing things with her, his mind kept going back to her words " Who summoned them." 

"Hopefully before too long, our other new scouts will arrive for the evening so I can introduce you to them. You're the 4th we'll be taking on to our company for this trip."

Yes, he would intentionally not at this time acknowledge her comments of who or what he might be.

That said, in the morning you will report to Scout Master Ulfrig.
Margaret
The exchange seemed genuine and harmless enough. It made no difference whom the dwarven leader decided to hire for his quest. Jeri was just glad to hear that this wasn't a conversation that had intentions of malice or lucre. He rolled off the tree and strolled into the Inn moments after they completed their exchange which acknowledged him and his companion. Lucile hopped back over to the door and was able to hitch a ride onto Jeriscal's shoulder right before they entered. 

Jeri was purposeful in his movements which was hastily directed to the table. He gave a light nod and a wave as he elegantly weaved around the busy workers. Upon reaching the table he made sure to greet the elven man and the dwarf as he sat. Avoiding jumping right into any portion of his provision he turned his attention to the woman before them.

In a typical monotone voice Jeri began commenting "Rawn, you summoned a gleeman? Or lady I should say. This is wonderful I could go for a good song with my drink." Jeri gestured to the woman standing before them as he reached over to give rawn a brotherly pat on the shoulder as if they were long time childhood friends. He leaned in to have a quick aside with Rawn as if he was striking up a business deal. "I did want to discuss some things with you Rawn if possible but that can wait until after the show. I just want to make sure I am situated and doing all that you require of me." Immediately after he sat back with a smile and looked expectedly at the woman waiting to hear what music she could have to offer. Having just eavesdropped on the conversation and knowing what to expect Jeri was simply trying to oversell that he was not truly in the know.
Robert
*Fey nods slowly,* "Scout Master Ulfrig. Got it. Sure, whatever else you need, happy to discuss it!"

*She considers,* "Yeah, I'll need to stockpile some needed supplies." *She starts muttering to herself, ticking off things on her fingers. Sally, the flute, who hasn't spoken up yet, also start making her own list, knowing Fey will forget something. She'll remind Fey, later.*

"This, and this, and that too, hmmm..." *Fey mumbles to herself, then she looks up again, noticing Jeriscal.* "Oh, hello! ... You want a tune? Sure, I can do that for you. Just a quick one or two, I need to go get some supplies before we leave. Hmmm... Now, what might you like..." *She flourishes her red cape with the hood on it, as she brings up her flute. She begins to play a soft melody, "Jolly Sailor Bold", swaying lightly as she plays, as here between the tables, there's no room for dancing, and this is a flute long enough to at least be a cane. Can't go clunking the heads of the customers!*
Goldie
Coming in from the front door after he had gone to town to buy a coupe of decent horses for the trip and had been loaded with his few needed items. "By the gods the stench for last night. A couple of skunks must of been scared by badgers or something." Stops at the doorway. "Master 

Turning to Rawntha "Best we get going we may be slow as a caravan but we should be able to reach and cross over the first river and camp there the night." 

Turning to the Young Lady "Hello there, I hope you have a good time. This is a great inn for sure, tell take care of you well miss"
Robert
*Fey stops playing, and gives Kro a curious look.*

"Huh. Really? Only the smell was left? Maybe someone came to pick up the bad guys already. I hope it was city guards, and not their compatriots. As, from what I hear, someone had stopped a break-in at a merchant of alcohol. There were thieves on the ground with severe burns, and one was stuck down to the ground with some strange ... Stuff. They were gone before you got there?" 

*She nods, considering, then holsters her long flute. She looks to Rawn,* "I'll go gather my things! I travel light, so don't have much, but there are some supplies I'll need. So, I'll catch up! I'll return later, m'lord!" 

*If Kro says more, she'll wait for his responses, but otherwise, she'll hurry off. She has to top off her alchemical supplies for a long trip, after all.*