((All right, let's get this show on the road! Happy New Year to everyone, hope you all had safe and healthy holidays!))
Aloisturm and Steven
Aloisturm returns to the forge, methodically using the smith's tools to make its own, similiar or in some cases superior versions. The construct is forced to reluctantly admit that the meatbag is also rather skilled at the art of forging, and almost absent-mindedly assists the construct without needing to be asked or told, keeping the furnace at a steady heat for both their needs.
Despite this, its efficient construction routines are interrupted as the door opens, admitting the scruffy human meatbag that it had been assocating with, and a small meatbag it was all too familiar with.
"Korkut, you thieeeeeeeef! How dare you steal my precious construct to labor in your forge!" The gnome screeched in its familiar, whining voice. The smith seems unimpressed, not slowing his labors.
"Oh sod off, short-arse." He replied tersely, causing the gnome to go red in the face.
"Construct! I demand you return home imeeeediately! Due to your slacking off, I was kidnapped, I was robbed, I had to hike all the way back to Sandpoint...." It appears that Master Meatbag plans to continue for quite a while.
Etoile and Zeratuu
Unlike the excitement across town, Etoile and his kobold servant have a quite afternoon. He finds a few books on goblins, though only being a few years old, they reference several tribes that he knows have moved away, merged together or been destroyed. The goblin society around Sandpoint has always been chaotic, with few unifying influences. One thing it does mention is that each tribe tends to gather around one or two 'heroes' - goblins of special character and notable abilities, to the point that even their longshanks neighbors are aware of their depredations.
Kal
Returning to the inn, Kal is greeted by the friendly face of the noble they had rescued the night of the festival. His face brightens as he sees Kal. "Ah, Master Kal, so good to see you! Why, the talk of your adventures on that isle in the bay has already spread throughout Sandpoint. Your brave band of heroes is certainly rapidly making a name for itself! I wonder, would you all perhaps be up for a spot of hunting? I have a fine group of horses at the local stable, and I hear that there is some fine game in the area. I am sure that the exquisite Miss Ameiko will be gladdened if we returned with a fine boar to roast on the spit."