Ok, let's see about that turn, now.
Spencer
"Oh, I just mean that our school robes are colored red, so the evokers had to settle on green. You say you're a paladin? If that's the case, why aren't you talking to the holy boys over there?" William aims his thumb over at the table, and the elf facepalms.
"Will."
"Oh right, holy boy and girl."
"Damn it, Will, we're supposed to be undercover, you idiot!"
The dwarf ignores this and stands up to face you, his voice is grating, and almost painful to listen to.
"Thor, you say? Is that the northern term for Zeus? I am unfamiliar with the dialect."
He holds out his hand to you, and smiles. "What is your name, comrade?"
Arassuil and Bret
The pair wander into a large, open area that seems to be a marketplace of... sorts.
There are many large stands with people shouting out various slogans, attempting to shout louder than everyone else.
Bret notices that many of the stands are of religious groups, seemingly attempting to proselytize over the commotion, and there are many different groups, each preaching their own texts.
There seem to be stands for everything. Groups of mages advertising their schools, and selling various artifacts, nondescript merchants selling varied wares, and shadowy figures weaving between people and generally bumping into as many pedestrians as possible.
A balding man walks up to the Arassuil and looks him dead in the eyes.
"Have you seen the truth, my child? It is written on the walls of the soul. Have you heard them?"
Joe
[Strength Check: 1+5]
Joe pulls on the other shackle, but the pain gets to him, and he can't dislodge it!
[Attack: 9+1 vs. Flatfooted (bound) AC 10]
The jerk lets loose another bolt, dealing another [2] damage! [18 remaining]
Robin and Garenth
[Robin: Sense Motive: 3+2]
You can't find any fault with them.
"The port? Oh, well, we'd rather make shore over in the Tides district, we've a friend of sorts down there. The Harbor's just cramped this time of the month, you understand. We came from the Southern shores, and we've just been coasting up to here."
You hear some loud banging from under the deck.
"...I'll think I'll go have a check on my, um, engineer down there. See how that repair is coming along. Just a minor leak, nothing to worry about."
The large man heads back to a door that must lead to the lower deck, and the other two continue as they were.
The chewing man speaks up. "Not much longer, I 'sure you."