A dark rainy night in Moetown

Moe pulls out a map and gives the travelers pristine directions. Here, you can have this. And here is a copy for you too. Moe hands both travelers a map of Moetown.

Suddenly rabbits invade the bar once again except this time in the commotion a humanoid rabbit walks into the bar and then whispers something to Moe and leaves as quickly as he came. Then the invading army withdrew as well.

Desmond walks into the tavern as the rabbits are walking out. A strange sight to see. But Desmond shrugs it off and heads to the bar.
Hello Moe, it has been a while. It seems you've done well for yourself since we last met. I'd lake an ale, a meal, and a room.... will 15 gold be acceptable?
He takes out 15gp from his pack as he waits for a reply

Well Hello Desmond, its on me tonight. I have been expecting you for some time. Since you were here last this town has really undergone some fantastic changes. He pours Desmond one of his finest ales while yelling into the kitchen, Grim we got anymore Gallus steaks?

Grim has a few more, Grim will go talk to old man tomorrow. How would you like this cooked good sir?

A weary looking genasi enters and takes a seat at the bar. He places a few coins on the countertop.
Barkeep, a mug of ale please.

Moe whispers to Desmond, I do not remember this quest you speak of. I do not currently recall such a being, but that does not mean that something like this would not be plausible. When it comes to this matter I would speak to others in the area, those that might be as old as this ancient entity.

Then he addresses the new traveler, Sure thing, whats your name traveler? He slides him one of his finest ales.

He then gets out a pen and paper scribbles a few names then hands the note to Desmond.

Spoiler:

I go by the name of Mogar.
He takes a drink of the ale. A look of suprise crosses his face as he nod approvingly.
A fantastic drink. Tell me, is this your own brew?

The....Chickenman? Well why not. A new place, a new drink to try.

He places a few more coins on the countertop.

If I may ask sir, what name do you go by?

He pours him another drink out a strange looking blue bottle. Then hands him a glass of the blue liquid. My names Moe, owner operator of this way-station. So how was your first quest with the adventurers guild?

Desmond folds the note and places it in his pack.
Thanks, Moe. After I eat my meal and get some rest. I must head on.

He whispers to Moe: You wouldn't happen to know who or where these people are would you?

I do. Then he walks into the kitchen, and returns promptly. Grim isn't gonna be able to go and get my shipment of chicken, do you mind fetching it for me?

Glitch suddenly falls apart and reforms into the three child sized warforged, then they run out the door with much purpose, clutching a metallic sphere with wings.

He grabs one of the maps and makes his way to the door
Ill be heading out then. Thank you very much Moe.
He walks out the door on his quest

A smirk crosses his face.

Interesting to say the least, a black dragon wyrmling in the sewers. And I thought overworld sewers would have rat infestations at their worst.

He chuckles.

And to call the ones I adventured with entertaining would be an understatement. But they all proved most valiant in battle and have earned my respect.

Mogar takes a long pull from his drink. When he lowers his mug the look in his eyes show deep concern.

Yet even here, a shadow of evil still haunts the land. I had thought it left behind at Threshold but it seems I was mistaken.

A man wearing a long cloak and goggles on his brow walk in and lays his pack down next to an empty stool at the bar and sits down changing the status of the stool to filled. Moe pours the man a glass of ale and then hands him a piece of paper. He walks into the the kitchen then returns with Grim and points at the pack. Grim takes the pack and goes into the back.

The front door swings open as a large barrel rolls into the tavern. Though it seems to move on its own, as it makes it's way through the tavern a Dwarf is seen behind the barrel moving it. The Dwarf stops in the corner and waits as another barrel is rolled in and placed beside the other. This happens two more times with a total of four very large barrels. The barrels all have Dwarven writing on them on one side and on the opposite side there is written in common: "Darthor Brewery". Then a Dwarf with a clipboard walks in and makes his way to the bar.
Well here's yer shipment. Sign please...
He hands over the clipboard to Moe on the other side of the bar.
This paper is to acknowledge that you've recieved your free sample and the bottom portion can be torn off for your information. It has the name of our brewery and such. If your customers enjoy the ales and mead then send someone to Darthor to place a purchase order. Now, you have a barrel of Dwarven mead, a barrel of Strongman Stout, a barrel of Dwarven Gold Ale, and a barrel of Moradin's Mark Brown Ale.

Grim! Some deliveries. Moe shouts to the back with a rare expression on delight in his voice. Then he signs the clip board, Have you also made one of these deliveries to my good friends in the Dragonborn village south of here? I am sure you would love their business as well. Everyone drinks are on me tonight! Grim walks in from the back carrying the pack he was tasked to fill. Grim thinks you need more help Everyman. Human, Grim has pack what he has asked, great valued meats and beverages. Good luck. Then he begins to move the barrels into place so that Moe may serve them to the patrons of the tavern. Good dwarf, where might this brewery be? I would very much like to go and speak with your brewmaster to set up a contract, if the brew is good, which I hope it is!