As the bard told her joke, Lauk sat there listening. She laughed at her own joke. He stared. Then he chuckled slightly about half a minute later, having successfully analyzed the unfamiliar joke. These people really were strange. [sub]([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14035]Insight vs. joke: 14[/url])[/sub] 

After a while, one of the wandering barmaids walked close by and he signaled for a tankard of honeyed mead, which arrived reasonably fast, paying her the cost of four nibs and whispered "for you." as he passed over two additional nibs. It never hurt to be on the good side of the serving staff.

"Esvelle, you say? Interesting." He thought over what he knew about the quest they had been given and realized he knew far less than he preferred. Still, surely something would be given eventually. Not often parties like theirs were hired to delve into the underground. Certainly shouldn't be any wars down below Waterdeep. Or so he thought, at least. Though it could be that they would be teleported somewhere, he supposed. 'Oh well, time will tell...' he thought to himself as he settled down with the mead to await the last two.