Algrim lockpick attempt.
Non-Combat Skill Roll [1d100]=65

Boff continues following Qleceec using his lantern of continual light to hopefully light the way.

Wil "if we're lucky it's people afraid hidin in their homes. If we're not lucky it's an ambush." comments on the new situation. Torben "We seek shelter is anyone home?" he calls to one of the buildings. Lars for the moment remains quietly alert watching their surroundings and th...

Elwood "All sorts a trouble around ere. Was out fishin when something blew up part o tha library. Goblins runnin round blastin fire at guards, an ghouls bustin through other places. All in all it's been a day." the dwarf comments.

Algrim "This be a Khuzdul keyhole. Anyone remember how ta use one?" he informs the others.

No worries Rob take all the time you need

Elwood "I already told yah tha last place we seen em. In town that fella wit tha goblin where we helped them guards that tha goblin blasted wit fire. Tumbler was tha fella followin tha goblin. Dunno where they dun went afterwards was too busy saving lives."

Algrim joins in with the searching. Non-Combat Skill Roll [1d100]=13

Elwood follows along and doesn't say anything additional.

Dalin "I had a bit of a strange encounter myself. Lady came running out carrying a dead baby that'd been dead for a while. She stabbed at me and then left."

Boff strips off all of his gear, and leaves almost everything on the shore aside from the figurine to breathe underwater he keeps his two daggers on him & his continual light lantern. He keeps on one of his pairs of boots leaving the other in his backpack shore side so he has a pair of dry ones...

Alright. I'll just have to take note of that & update the roster list.

Dalin leaves the woman alone lets her leave and works on freeing his boot and going back to the others.

Before anyone opens the door it opens suddenly and the ancient sage steps out onto the covered porch. "Welcome! Welcome, brave adventurers. By the look of you, I see you have traveled a great distance to seek employment. Ah! I see you have one of my advertisements. Who would have thought those ...

Boff "Yeah sure. I'll come with."

Torvik "Sound advice, if it weren't our mission leadin us inward." he comments on the message to turn back. He rests his hand on the hilt of his magical sword.

Algrim follows the group "Probably just a waypoint that's me best guess anyway."

Roan

Save v Fear/Petrification? (16) [1d20]=7

Torvik shakes his head and refuses to kill crows. "I think yer thinkin o' squirrels thems good eatin'."

Pimlan has a strange dream that he is a kobold attacking people entering his cave with his clan. sorry I decided to go there. he twitches in his magical sleep.