Tarvin placed Thraim's change, five silver kargats, on the counter just as Thraim finished his first drink.(For future reference, I will be running the NPCs. )...he smiles at Tarvin and says, "My name is Thraim Glorerg, and I am here to meet the Duke's Proxy to find myself some gainful employment killing gnolls and orcs."
"As best I know, you will have your chance after the Lord Steward arrives tomorrow after... noon..." Tavin trails off as he turns the gold coin over in his hand several times, squinting at it. He holds it up to the light, and brings it in closer to his face.
"By the black soul of the goblin king!" he mutters, as his face lights up. "This is a Dhirvian Luna from Quth Jeldak's reign! I asked my cousin to pick me one up two years ago, before Quth Veltix replaced him." He snaps out of his reverie over the coin, and there is a hint of resentment in his voice, "She's been back several times since then, too, but no coin. This one is the last coin I needed to complete my Dhirvet Prefecture collection!"
He chortles while looking at the coin from several angles. "Tell you what, this is certainly worth a keg of dwarven stout. You can finish the one under the bar, and the one in the back room as well. I don't expect another pair of dwarves through here anytime soon!" He puts the five silver kagats in front of Thraim's mug, and watches as the last merchant pays for her meal and nods farewell to Tarvin. The merchant makes her way out the door, and he indicates the common room with a grand sweep of his arm, turning to address all of you.
"I apologize, humble travellers, but the locals are not worldly, nor are they particularly receptive to strangers." Tarvin looks at each of you in turn, his thumbs hooked behind his braces, and continues in a rich, clear voice. "This time of year is somewhat slow, as the Blue Sun Fesitival is still a fortnight away. Therefore, I offer you each a room upstairs where you will be served breakfast there tomorrow, and better than this farmer's gruel, I assure you" As if anticipating the response, he holds his hands up, palms outward and nods his head forward.
"I know what you are thinking," he quickly begins, " 'the bumpkins are trying to fleece us again'. Nothing could be farther from the truth, my friends." Tarvin drops his hands to his braces again and looks out at your group. "The bit of extra coin I collected for the benefit of keeping the locals from getting upset will cover both the rooms and the meals. I hope you are not too upset with me; occasionally, the villagers need to be assuaged. And as much as I would like to, I can't keep a roof over my family's head on the hopes that enough adventurers pass through to pay the bills." He glances out the window, judging the time by the length of the shadows to be three hours before highsun. "I have matters to attend to and can't return late to serve dinner, so I must be off in an hour, no later. If you have nothing else pressing for me, I will leave early and my wife or the others will attend you. Elsewise, if there is anything I can help you with...?" Tarvin waits somewhat expectantly for your responses.