Baergar heads toward the Bone Quarter, where the caravan was scheduled to have stopped. He finds the men mostly unpacked and setting up their camp in a broad courtyard adjacent to a cheap inn, clearly intended for housing caravans. Warm greetings go up as the men see Baergar, and they motion him closer. "Hullo! How did your business go?" asks one of the men. Baergar doesn't see the Cleric outside unpacking.
"Well enough for me to buy the drinks tonight!" Baergar roars. "Where is our cleric friend? We need to make some plans."
"He is stopping by the temple, before heading to the market to get a stall set up for us. He should be back within an hour or two, he always works quickly." The men chatter and unload, being quite upbeat about their survival on the trip over. Baergar notes that there are impressed glances from several of the people in attendance at the Inn, and it seems clear that at least some word of his actions has already begun to spread.
Baergar will help the men and, once the stall is up, with use his gifted tongue to gain the men some extra business.
The men are delighted by the unexpectedly large crowd, and promise Baergar to buy all his drinks for the evening. Time passes quickly with the busyness of the business, and Baergar spots the cleric moving through the crowd. The cleric calls out to him as he nears, "Sir! Did you accomplish what you set out to do?"
"I did indeed! You are now looking at His Majesty's representative to the people of Bindt! And as it happens, I am looking for stout hearted men to join my venture. What say you!?"