Goldie
"No no my friend, I would of made the ceiling much higher. Mother there is the owner" Pointing at a halfling.

Nellady waling over with a bowl of soup setting it down on the closes table to the man and in a motherly tone "Come on over and have this as you think what else you would like." On another plate, she returns with some pulled pieces of bread and raw beef as well as a few walnuts are placed.

Nellady turns to the kitchen "Garls hurry up the fine dwarves need their ale before their food, make sure its the best stock of the local Üldenschlager Brauhaus. These men have great taste"

Looking back and forth between the new arrivals "The name is Nelly. Please feel free to ask the staff for anything else. For sleeping arrangements, there is a dormitory that shares a fireplace with the common room, where you can get a mat and a space on the floor for 5 copper, or rent one of the three available small upstairs rooms for a silver a night."

As she speaks two waitresses bring over prints of lovely smelling and frothing ale to the dwarves and the man.

Nellady continues "The menu varies from day to day, depending on what the cook can get from the market, but commonly one can get barley or peas porridge or vegetable pottage for 4 coppers, lamb or mutton stew for 8 coppers, or roast pork or duck confit with buttered turnips and carrots for 15 coppers.  The bar serves small beer, ale, bitters, stout, and cider, as well as apple brandy and blackberry wine."

Turning once more to the kitchen "Garls make sure the pork is nice an hot for our dwarven guests" 

Taking a seat and grabbing her cup that has been refilled "Sorry but these old men here ate what was left of the ducks tonight"

Taking the word Krono states " Cheers and welcome. My name is Krono Terra a local trader in the making. What are your names?"
Margaret
Jeri had a light chuckle with making the ceiling higher and nodded in agreement holding a grin on his face. With that he just walked away clearly not having the social cues to understand how to end a conversation but he wasn't completely hopeless as he turned back and muttered to the man while keeping his eyes focused on the floor "Oh.. And.. Thanks for your kindness". 

The young man made his way to a nearby table where he sat and placed the napkins. The table had a slight rock to it which made him regret choosing it but he didn't have the courage to get him and change to another one seeing it as unnecessary and impolite. Jeriscal acknowledged the woman called mother and thought about how the pricing of the night would affect his life savings causing him to just go into a blank 1000 yard stare when he remembered the woman who provided for him was gone.

His bird friend cawed at him several times even switching the tonality and pitch as if he was telling a story and the man nodded listening intently. "The Older Slay Jar Brewin Hose? Hmmm". The raven ate from the nuts and bread on the table before Jeri tasted the soup. He used his prestidigitation to add a bit more flavor to it and devoured the food quickly not realizing how hungry he was.

After building up courage he put in an order to one of the ladies rushing around for the pork, the ale which he could not pronounce and a single room justifying the large purchase given the occasion of the day. As he waited his empathetic companion pecked at his head wanting to cheer him up. After a few moments of denying the bird he finally gave in. Lucile and his master began to play a game that was well practiced and always had a way of cheering Jeri up. The bird jumped into the air only above their own table and Jeriscal used his Gust ability to summon small airflows that would allow the raven to cruise in the air as if he was soaring through the currents of the open skies. The air flows would be changed periodically to provide Lucile a challenge. Jeriscal smiled wide as he did this almost as if he was experiencing the illusion of freedom himself along with his friend. 

Maintaining his focus on the game that just began the man spoke a bit more confidently now that he was distracted from his social anxiety "Hi Krono. Its nice to meet you. My name is Jeriscal. I uh... I'm just passing through I suppose." He felt the need to add a title since this man announced himself as a business entrepreneur, but Jeri had no title of his own.
Goldie
"Well meet Jeriscal. Fell at home while you are here. Nellady is as sweet as can be. She'll set you up well. Your companion seems very comfortable already. Seen many rangers with many types of companions yet that companion of yours seems to a different link with you, impressive."

Looking at the dwarves "I don't meant to interrupt your meals fine dwarven, if you can please share with us where are you from. All all you look far to strong to simply wonder the world like we do."
Kimberly
All three dwarves offered their thanks for the ale being brought so quickly. 
Rawntha agreed with Nellady's assessment that they'd be ordering the pork, and asked about a room. 
The three dwarves would be sharing one if it was available.
They started in on their meal as soon as it was delivered to them, and asked that the ale, which was quite to their liking, remain being topped off till they were done.

Rawnthat took note of the interaction between this man named... Did he say Jeriscal? Ah, yes, there, the Elf confirmed it. This Jeriscal might be useful. A man who could communicate with ravens might be handy for exploring the Khalvir Range safely. 

His thoughts were interrupted when the elf, asked about where they were from.

"Oh, we do a fair bit of wondering and travelling about. We actually just came down from the northern mountains. We were seeking information from a clan of dwarves in the Voldur Peaks. Unfortunately, they were not much help and indeed only left us with more questions. So, we worked our way to Miller Dale looking to re-provision and warm up a bit.
It also seemed that a stop on the merchant's road, this close to the mountains might get us a few leads as to our next step in trying to get the information we're looking for. Perhaps we might even fine someone looking to hire on to help us search."

Rawntha knew he was being overly chatty, but he didn't want to be seen as being suspicious. He had information to gather, and people don't share with those they don't trust.
Goldie
"It is always great to have you here. Voldur peaks now that's a place you don't want to be with out ale for days. Miller Dale will surely have what you need, as a mater of fact if you allow me to aid you as a trader myself I can get all you need and perhaps save you some silver instead of you going to the market, why they will surely try to take the gold of a dwarf as fast as you drink your cup." 

Hoping to catch a coin and make up for that bad deal of cinnamon spices Krono was the first to, no overly eager, try to help. After all the old trader was still arguing at the docks to get his shipment out, he surely didn't have the time to do other business. 

This might also be an opportunity to travel with company in case the where heading back to Voldur. If they crossed the valley instead of the mountains, and who knows maybe they don't even have to. They may have tunes and mines to get to the other side of the Southern Mts and to Voldur from there... That wouldn't work.. Well if they did go via the valley he would try to find a Firbolg giant, they may have something of interest that he could make a coin out off who best knows the valley and mountains bases and slopes than them. 

"Information here can be vast but also depends on the subjects. Born and raised here so I may be able to point you to the right people to talk to. You said you were close to the mountains, do you need information on the Southern Mts then Master Dwarf." Realizing at this point they had not said their names he would ask once more and if not then would leave it alone, they may not want to be known. "In fear I may confuse you by my only using a title, may you share your name Master Dwarf."
Margaret
"Thanks, Krono... Not a ranger Lucile here and I have just been... Friends for a long time is all" The ghastly pale man continued playing happily with his bird who was also very content floating about in the area above the table from the magic. As he continued, he did not mind listening in or being a part of the conversation. He was familiar with some of the names that they mentioned but was not traditionally educated and having been in miller-dale a vast majority of his life he was not well travelled enough to know the specific locations or distances these places were from a contextual standpoint, but he has heard of the names in passing. 

The one word hit his ears like a slap across the face. 'Hire'. When he heard that he stopped casting his spell as he went into a deep think and his bird companion almost crashed down onto the table. Luckily for Jeriscal, Lucile also heard that word as well, so he wasn't terribly upset. Instead, they began to have light side conversation to themselves as Jeri whispered and Lucile responded with an array of head movements, beak clicking and the occasional full-blown caw and squawk. Luckily the elven trader was speaking with the dwarves to keep the conversation flowing. After Krono finished speaking Jeri assumed it was a good time to enter the conversation unaware or not if he was interrupting due to not hearing the message or following any of the context. 

"You mentioned hire?" The young man turned in his chair now facing the three dwarves and the elf. "May I ask what for exactly? I could use some work." Jeri having a newfound increase in confidence made direct eye contact with the dwarf who was primarily doing the speaking.