The tavern is loud as a group of elves in the corner sing an old elven folk song. Or at least they thought they were, what came out was more of a well-intentioned slurring hum, affected by more than a couple of drinks. However there's a rather unusual group in the tavern. A group of travel-weary orcs, each of them tough and battle-hardened. Short snippets of conversation caught by draconic ears reveal that they're here based on rumors that the wielder of Morgathar is in the area. These orcs would like to beat the owner to a pulp and claim the axe for themselves, the leader setting himself up as the perfect chieftain. 
There were the usual rumors about the latest raid by the Resistance, and the latest law passed by the Alliance, and that some lord had done something absolutely scandalous that nobody who had anything important to do cared about. The presence of the orcs, instead of diminishing the rowdiness, instead causes great merriment as the leader buys a round of drinks for the room, and suddenly all problems with strangers are forgotten. Alcohol makes all men equal, one could say. However, you do hear of another interesting snippet, which is that a certain lord is paying money for a hunt on foxes for some odd reason.
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Lurius smiled, nodding, the tension in his stance decreasing. He had liked the dragon, and been the one who had originally suggested involving the dragon with the resistance. He had a certain fire in his heart, which was to be expected, Lurias thought to himself. "If they discover that we have a dragon on our side, they will send many men and mages. Even scales such as yours cannot protect your eyes and mouth from arrows. I would prefer it if we could keep your involvement secret, lest we all be killed." Lurius thought for a moment about how to proceed. While the dragon was powerful indeed, he was not at all stealthy, and would draw the attention of all wherever he went. However, the mission Lurius had in mind was too important to conceal the dragon's presence for much longer. "Tonight, we strike at the Alderian barracks within the nearby town. My men will surround the building. We're relying on you to torch it. Will you aid us in this?"