The merchant glared back at Ulor's haggling. "You lot destroy my wares, cover the area with ice, scare off customers, and spill blood in the marketplace, and to top it off, you think you can scare me off too? Away with you. I wouldn't sell to you if you paid double!"

"Come, now, Hankins," the guard spoke up as she approached the merchant. "I'll clean the area so it looks good as new. Plus, the ice is already melting away. Customers will return in no time." She continued to soothe the merchant's woes as the group, deciding now was an opportune time to slip away, began to follow Yvah to the promised tavern. 

The kurjian led the party out of the slums to a nearby part of town. This area certainly was not as well-to-do as where the group had spent the previous evening, but it felt safer, as if one was less likely to run into raging goliaths here. A few odd looks were tossed towards those who carried bodies, and several people muttered quietly or crossed the street to avoid them. Shortly, Yvah turned towards a doorway with an etching of a fairly ugly small dragon-shaped figure that was easily recognized as a kobold. The words "The Homely Kobold" were carved underneath in Common, Dwarvish, Infernal, and a handful of other languages. There was also some writing in Elvish, but it was scratched out, likely with some anger if the jaggedness of the cuts were any indication. 

The door opened upon a room that appeared to be part tavern, part meeting place. There were folk of nearly every unusual race from goliath to tiefling to goblin to half-orc. All of them became silent as the door opened, turning to see the newcomers. As Yvah became visible, some of the patrons returned to their discussion in whispered tones while the others looked on with interest.

A tiefling stepped forward, a wide smile on his face. "Aaah, Yvah. Welcome back! Do you mind introducin' us to the new faces? You've certainly found some very shiny new friends."