The golden tankard tavern is a lively place, several wenches and barmaids smile politely as they offer newcomers a seat, a peek at the menu and if there's coin to be had a quick peek at something else. What is unusual is that the usual theme of discussion about bickering nobles and words of rebellion have taken a seat for the current gossip, talks about the charter for exploration that's being offered have gained strength and all around there's big talk and little talk of would be adventurers or explorers.
The town market packed as it usually is this day is no stranger to bizarre sightings, horned people, woodland dwarves or exotic Varisians give pause to talk and gawk. A couple of guards stand scratching their head as they try to figure out why their stocks are broken, and more importantly how the halfling vanished, some townsfolk point towards the pub strip, some point the other way clearly trying to give the little guy a break.
Groups of hopefuls approach the town crier asking questions, most random and some slightly useful, but he graciously dismisses them stating that more information would be given at the town hall. Those of you still in the market listen with a glint in your eye.