<strong>Location:</strong>Fogwall Court, near to the Lost Coast Gate,  Magnimar<br/><strong>Characters involved presently: </strong>Hugh Longfellow, Zael Ras'Kar<br/><strong>Characters nearby: </strong>Shadi Bahar, Cirene Galath, Ranna Walstad<br/><strong>NPCs involved presently:</strong>Lutsag  Shatterbark, Silar Mortwell<br/><br/><br/>The dwarf seems altogether surprised at the offers that are suddenly coming in but does appear to be pleased.  The human male, appearing to be no older than three dozen summers does indeed seem displeased at the interruption to his haggling; at least for a moment until his face changes and he offers a gracious  smile to the man who introduced himself as Hugh and a far more interested smile to the over-eager tiefling.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3a/ef/54/3aef5427c3137b6ab4849204e8b1079c.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Lutsag turned to Hugh and gave the man a nod of agreement as well as an assured smile.  "Gloran." , he spoke firmly in dwarven as if that sealed the arrangement between the two of them.  "It will be of no small benefit to have an expert along for the journey.  Half now and half on safe delivery to Sandpoint."  He reached up and firmly gripped Hugh's forearm and "shook" twice before releasing it and offering the tiefling a toothy grin.  "No need to measure once and cut twice, lass.  You can take the score of sails and if you still think you would like to do it for nineteen, you can pay me back when we  arrive at the festival...safely.", the dwarf spoke with a reassuring nod.   He looked back to Hugh and leveled a stern look upwards to the man.  "Do not tarry.  I wish to be on the road no later than mid-morn."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/92/db/84/92db8493f391a08a5024573739d2e317.png)</div><br/>The man nearby that the dwarf had referred to as Master Mortwell gave Hugh a penetrating look; his eyes narrowing some only to turn his attention towards the tiefling and he drew closer.  Tipping his head slightly as he offered a warm smile.  "Silar Mortwell.  I am from Sandpoint and I don't believe you and I have ever met.  You must be new to the area.  If you are in need of a guide about the town, I feel like we could both benefit from each other's company."<br/><br/>Lutsag had returned to his wagon, taking a moment to run his calloused hand along the flank of one of the two horses that pulled his heavy wagon before extracting a stone key upon a chain from inside his vest.  He proceeded to insert it into a small lock along the side of the wagon and one of the panels popped open.  He proceeded to pull out seven small, black, velour bags.  Hefting the bags as if assessing the weight of them before turning to head back to the small gathering.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>