"Ho, cold ale coming through!" Ameiko's announcement brought cheers as she slammed an armful of tankards full of strong brew on the table, the dark ambrosia sloshing and foaming in their containers. "And I need to have a word with you," she added more quietly with a pinch and half-twist on Makoto's ear to ensure his appliance. "You two as well," she nodded towards Sayla and Roland as she made her way towards a more private corner of the tavern.<br/><br/>"If it's a Kaijitsu ship, she's probably not carrying anything more valuable than a hold full of glass," Ameiko began. The Kaijitsus had been renowned glass blowers before Ameiko broke family tradition by switching over to first the adventuring, then the innkeeping business - something for which her deceased father had not forgiven her for until it was too late - and there were some distant relatives of the family who still kept the glassblowing tradition in Sandpoint and nearby Magnimar.  She looked over at the three young and eager faces in front of her and sighed, feeling old even though she wasn't really that much older than them herself. "I'm not going to convince you to stay, am I. At least promise me this - you won't go stirring up the hornet's nest and searching for the goblin village. It's one thing to run into a raiding band out in the marshes, quite another to take them on all at once on their home ground. And besides," she smiled, "a real adventurer waits for the bounty on goblin ears first before going after them."<br/><br/>After she let them go, Old Beaver was waiting for their return back at the table - he had a proposal for them. "I remember the way to the funken thip and I can guide you there for a fair thare of the treafure, leth fay one quarter of it. You'll never find it otherwife... do we have a deal?" The other patrons were content with simply listening to tales, but actually going out into the unknown and dangerous wilds? No, that was not for them, they had jobs and families and responsibilities and excuses...