Lansilar

Thunder cracked, and Phandalin reeled. A stranger, Lanislar a half elf Druid, silk and steel beneath a rain-soaked cloak, slipped into the Stonehill Inn. Eyes, hard and calculating, scanned the room. A whisper of unease rippled through the common room. They weren't just seeking refuge; they were hunting. And the storm was the perfect cover.

Whether driven by the tempest raging outside or the gnawing frustration of orcish raids choking Triboar's trade, he plunged into the familiar abyss of sleep. The dreamscape materialized: the same desolate hill, the same crumbling watchtower silhouetted against a bruised, storm-wracked sky. But something was wrong. The air thrummed with a discordant energy, a sense of violation. The watchtower's roof gaped like a broken jaw, its once proud silhouette now a jagged scar. He stepped into the adjacent building, the stone cold and damp beneath his worn boots. A low, guttural rumble echoed from within the tower's entrance, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. He moved forward, drawn by an unseen dread, and then—a searing, blinding inferno. The dream exploded into a wall of agonizing heat, and he snapped awake, his body slick with a cold, clammy sweat, the familiar terror clinging to him like a shroud.

The morning comes swiftly, as Lansilar searches for information that will get him closer to those responsible for the interruptions of trade.  Seeking information at the miner's exchange, where Halia provides information about a fight that broke out in the town square.  A group of adventurers new to the town had been causing quite the conversations.

Adventurers

The party waking up at Alderleaf farm. Bralleros setting off solo for a hearty breakfast at the Stonehill Inn.  Passes a stranger in the town square.  Our adventures split up to collect their rewards from Sildar and Halia.  Halia requests an audience with Bralleros asks those to send him her way.

Questioning Sildar the adventurers sought to determine his intentions, how much did he know about Iarno's transgressions.  Was their quest to find the mines simply a trap.  While questioning Sildar, Lansilar enters the townmaster's hall.  Seeking to discover information about the trade route attacks between Neverwinter and Triboar.  Finding the adventurers had squashed the Orc attacks, he saught to join their quest as a gratitude for the assistance to Neverwinter.

The group narrows focus on the increasing urgency to find Cragmaw castle. The fate of Gundren and the region may rest in their hands.

Quillathe

Entering the town square, sister Garielle summons Q to chat. Rejoining the group some time later, Q pulls Elowen aside. Breaking the difficult news that she'd been summoned by Oghma to reconnect at the temple in Neverwinter. Though their current paths separated them, their souls where still entwined. The bittersweet departure left both with the sure knowledge that fate would bring them back together.