The story always starts at a Tavern

Erebor and Jorham Kyte returned back around the sulfurous smelling lake back to the market square. As they walked, the priest pointed out different features about the town. More than once he remarked on how strange the great black hill looked without the flame shooting high into the sky. Jorham nodded a few times to people as they walked, several times to members of the town watch. Erebor wasn't sure if the priest was being friendly, or reassuring them that the stranger he was walking with was not a threat.

As they passed on to the other side of the market square, they came to three squatty buildings, a tavern, a foundry, and a small stone house. The sun had not yet set, but the revellers at the tavern did not let that stop them. Erebor could already hear loud laughing and music and could smell the smell of sweat and ale.

He was not sure that was the best place that he and the priest should visit. There was no doubt that some kind of fight would break out and he was concerned about more important things. Fortunately, Jorham took him around to the other side, by the small house. There they found two people talking quietly, a small man with brown tossled hair and a bright smile, and a small young woman with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her eyes were clenched in pain, perhaps a serious headache. The man smiled at Jorham, but frowned when he saw Erebor. "Did you find another adventurer?" The woman's expression completely fell. She slapped the man on the arm and then turned to go into the house. Jorham frowned at Gerrol's insensitivity and moved past him to walk into the house.

Jorham shrugged, then put out his hand in greeting and was about to start grilling Erebor about who he was and why he was there. He was interrupted, though, by large crash and a loud scream from Val as something began moving in the house.