Kimberly
Rawntha had been weighing his options. He had to find a way to get more information. But information just didn't flow very freely in the frozen northern mountains. Everything up there was dug in deep. So, he had opted to travel south to Miller Dale. It seemed to be one of the most trafficked areas of Hearthstead. 

The trip south had not been bad. No wild beasts had threatened him and his companions. The weather had held out. Well, til now it seems. But the light rain hadn't been a concern. But it was starting to increase in steadiness and volume.

He had asked around, for an inn that was not to fancy, and was directed to the Shepherd. Being that it was built mostly for halflings, it would do just fine for dwarves. 

"Alright lads. We best get inside before this gets ugly." He said to his 2 companions.

All three of the dwarves ducked their heads and headed into the inn known as the Singing Shepherd.
Goldie
Once more the laughter could be heard downstairs. Taken the stairs down to the kitchen he stopped by to drop the plates. The kitchen was lid as were the stoves yet no one there. 

He pushed the swing door taking care not to hit the frame once again, that never seem to get old to whoever saw it making them laugh or giggle. On the other side all where still chatting. The two travelers and the merchan at a table accompanied by theold cook. The three ladies where moving around the room putting things away and picking others up all enjoying themselves. Walking over to Nellady, owner of the Shepard, he smiles and with a kiss greets her "Suilad naneth ". 

She had always been warm and caring towards him, seeing him as one of her own. He, in turn, feeling the loving affection from her had always called her mother.

"Why are you letting these old men keep you busy this evening? Why these old farts are only interested in your beautiful figure." She blushes and he pads each man on the back. "Now please tell me this time there is something left over to drink around here"

The men still giggling around the table smile back. The old merchant note "Why Nellady here only stays around so I can ask her again to marry me. But you know she'll only say 'nooo!' to keep attracting handsome old men like myself over and over to this place." 

"You're as handsome as the back of your mule you old fart" Yelling out in laughter one of the travelers remark.

Nellady blushing again and laughing along with them answers them "Alright now boys no fighting now, you know flattery won't give ya a discount on the drinks." 

As they continue to enjoy the moment the flattering of a bird can be heard. Looking out the window a few shows can be seen approaching the Sheppard.
Margaret
The young man went into a sprint that only took a moment for him to hit his full stride with a speed that begun to close the gap on his soaring raven pal. His tattered boots kicked up some dirt as he was forced to dig deep into the ground to gain some traction. The raven managed to make it to the inn first flying over the shoulder of some dwarves on their way in. He passed by with a loud caw of excitement to be out of the rain. The man was close behind him dead focused on the bird.

It wasn't until the last moment that he realized how short the door was in comparison to his height. Jeri's eyes widened as he leaned forward trying to slow down and maneuver into through the door all at once. With a crashing entrance he clumsily danced about dodging the new arrivers while trying to decrease his speed. A difficult task to accomplish completely giving the height of the Inn he eventually opted to fall in liu of running into a person or smacking his head. 

Jeri laid still on the floor and was incredibly uncomfortable with the attention he drew. His companion, Lucile, flew over and landed on his chest observing him to verify he was okay. "All good pal.. I uhh... I didn't realize the size of the place." The man whispered to his raven friend.
Goldie
Seeing the man on the floor and knowing fully well the view from that point Krono takes two cloth napkins and laughing a bit yet showing a kind smile he reaches over "That was a nicely executed entrance by my count. Here, dry off a bit." Now realizing the the bird is actually with the man he tells him "Your friend here seem to be the luckier of the two of you. I'm sure thou, it would enjoy being closer the the hearth." 

Taking a few steps away he gives the man space to stand or relax there.
Margaret
Lucile hopped off the young man's chest and onto the floor leaving Jeri alone to deal with social interaction with the man. Jeriscal avoided eye contact by looking on the surrounding patrons who were enjoying various ales, meals and silly remarks amongst themselves. He took the napkins listening the man speak and eventually when his peripheral was convinced the man's kind smile was genuine, he turned his head to look toward him. "Th-Thanks... Stranger..." He tried to be friendly but was scolded with a few squawks from his raven due to how overwhelmingly awkward he was. 

"Shush... Lucile I am trying to make friends." The man still wet on the floor muttered under his breath but now low enough to avoid earshot of those nearby. The raven hopped around and nudged the napkins Jeri was holding onto and then turned his head from side to side as the two made eye contact. Suddenly Jeri's face lit up as if he was unaware of the original purpose of the napkins all together. He stood up with some haste, but it was a bit too much as he almost bumped his head. Pausing in an awkward position and looking up he began to slowly wipe himself down as if there was a correlation between sudden movements to dry himself off and the ceiling smacking him in the head. 

"So... Are you the owner of this establishment? This fine establishment." He corrected himself "If so, how do I purchase a bed for the night and a meal?"

"Squak!"

"Two meals..." He finished drying himself off and awkwardly held the napkins looking around for a spot to set them down. "I have money... And I could work..."
Kimberly
Rawntha and his companions had been surprised by the raven flying just over their heads. For a brief moment, they all thought the same thing. "This is a good omen." Ravens and crows have long been friends of dwarves, and vis versa. But they soon began to question the thought as a human rather awkwardly ran past... Chasing?!? The raven. They all winced in unison as the man went down inside the Shepherd. Then they looked at one another with questioning expressions, before Rawn shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and started for the door again. 

"It might be a bit weird inside, but it's only gonna get wetter outside. Lets find a meal, some ale, and some beds lads."

That was something the other two could definitely agree with.

The three entered the inn and flipped their hoods off their heads. The big guy was back on his feet and talking with a young elf. And the raven it would seem. The rest of the room seemed to have paid no real mind to the awkward entry of the man, nor did they seem surprised by a group of dwarves. 

Rawntha and his companions made their way to a vacant set of seats and waved to one of the ladies running around serving the customers. They ordered a modest meal, by dwarven standards, and of course a goodly amount of ale. They would enjoy themselves tonight, but not to excess. They did, after all, have a job to do.