I will go to da strangers and try to chat them up to buy a toy or two for der good liddle childrun. Bork bork bork! I vill be sleepink in the the room with the ladies unless they kick me out for I am but a simple Toymakink man who loves to make childrun happy, no? Bork bork bork!
If they do not approve, I will be makink the sleep in da common room. Or See if there is a lock to pick with da animals somewhere? Perhaps a barn to sleep in? Dat would do da trick, no?
If you’re going to try talking to the strangers, which one will you talk to specifically? And what do you say?
(This will probably get a better response than a generic “I talk to the strangers.”)
Da won that luks like he has 2-3 kids and is drinkink his troubles away.
(Was there a description of the various strangers anywhere?)
By strangers I think he means us since we don’t know eachother yet. But I’m still gnorig you guys until morning.
I do.
No one is obviously showing photos of their kids, nor is anyone calling their kids on their cell phones.
Well if you all are going to be antisocial, I’ll have to loosen things up a bit. 
Cella scans the room, sees that the ugly foreigner is looking to chat. “Hi, there. I’m Cella, acolyte of Peoni. What brings you to our land?”
I also glance and smile at the remaining strangers (and Eren too), to encourage them to join in.
I said each of the rest, man. There’s only four of them! The smithy’s ignoring us, and Cella’s talking up the weirdo, so I’ll start with Brunis. “Good evening, sir. My name is Eren (we’re going with this spelling from now on), and I’m with her. Are you a knight? Have you been in battle?”
I have no lands, sir, and am just a humble mercenary. Brunis is my name. I’ve been in an army or two and have seen battle. I’ve guarded shipments and travellers and tax decrees and judges.
Sadly, the last foray I was in cost me my horse. I’ve got something less than a third of the cost of a new one, so I’m headed toward family to try to borrow the rest. Armies tend to spend hired footmen a bit too cheaply, for my taste.
I wouldn’t mind taking a job to earn the rest, if you happen to know of one. Although I know that a man with a horse is easier hired than a man without.
“Ah Sella, vot a vunderful name! I am Ingmar! I come from Vang, and I vant to sell my toys to all the delightful liddle childrun here! Bork bork bork! Does a fine lady like yourself have the pitter patter of tiny feetsies to run around and delight you? Perhaps dey would like a fine quality wooden toy, no?” says Ingmar, happy to see that he could have a potential customer. And a female one to boot!
Good stuff.
Ro0sh, couple of points.
One, you are not from a place called Vang, you are from a family called Vang. The “of” in a name indicates your surname or clan. (That goes for all of you.)
Two, give some thoughts to the toys you have. It’s not terribly important to the plot, but think about what they might be. The prices you are charging are huge. One toy could buy you 2-3 nights in an inn. Think about what even Motel 6 charges and triple it. These are not paltry little dollies. These are luxury items for the wealthy.
Factor in workmanship and materials. Big elaborate dragon? Large set of little toy knights? Castle dollhouse?
“Could you guys keep it down I’m trying to sleep over here. I’ve got a long journey to Falketh tomorrow and I need to be well rested to impress my new master.”
Symon rolls over and buries his head deeper in his cloak.
Vang is… how you say? The penis? Ingmar just makeink with the naughty yokes! BORK BORK BORK!
(fine… fine… fine… I get it now. I’m from the Vang Clan. Got it)
(So I can design my toys? Can they be… useful in other ways -ie: have any uh… practical applications like a toy dragon that spits flames or something?)
They won’t have magic in them, but they might have moving parts, or inlays of some sort, or hinges, or maybe you can run water through them… Me not know. I like the dollhouse idea, personally. I used to have one as a kid. It had little knights and damsels and horses. It was awesome.
Okay… well my first Toy shall be a set of 4 Soldiers with a leader making the 5th one. Each figure is about a foot tall and can be wound up to walk around for a few feet in a semistraight line. The leader is a Nutcracker Doll of sorts. All are dressed/carved to look like Viking Soldiers.
“Ah- ah-ah! Get it? He is… how you say? A Ball Buster? Bork bork bork!” 
(I’ll come up with ideas for the other 3 toys later. Maybe they can be more of these sets? Like other kinds or something else perhaps… But about what would say say Ingmar could sell these “sets” for? Just so he has an idea of what he’s gotten in the past for them)
Once again, let’s not get TOO carried away with this. The objective of the adventure is not about making toys.
But a mechanical spring-loaded toy? Are you borking me? Honestly, your woodcarving skills aren’t that great. And not even a master metalsmith could help you much with that.
The idea of nutcracker-like soildiers is a good one, though. The mechanics are easy, and it’s novelty enough to sell. Each could bring in 2-3 pence apiece, so 4 set of 5 could bring in 50d. You probably spent less than half of that on materials, and it probably took you only a couple of months. Considering the cost of living, it’s no wonder you’re not living in a gold-plated castle.
In fact, you probably have to supplement your income in some way. Maybe toymaking is just a hobby/side-line.
You are far better at breaking apart real soldiers than building toy ones. One has to wonder why. Once again, not to get too carried away, but how come you’ve taken a lower wage making children happy than exporing your real talent and making a decent wage?
No need to answer, at least publicly. But something to think about.
As Ingmar continues to show his toys to Sella, his eyes begin to water, and tears form in his eyes. He quietly brushes them away and continues on talking to the maiden.
“So you’re travelling to Falketh tomorrow, eh? I’m from there, actually. I’m in town on business for the merchantyle guild, and if fortune and Halea smile on me, I should be able to leave by Noon tomorrow. Although the roads between them aren’t particularly dangerous, there is more safety in numbers. Besides, it’s a bit boring travelling alone.”
“Hmmm . . . Well, you do have a point, though I did wish to talk to the Master Smithy there before he closes shop. As a member of the mercantile guild you must be familiar with him, is there any chance you could direct me to his shop upon arrival in the town? By the way, my name is Symon. What is yours sir?”
(Psst – actually, you’re not. None of you have been there before.)
I look at the toys that Ingmar has and listen as he describes his grandiose dreams of toys yet unmade.
“The toys show a lot of workmanship. Of course I am but a poor priestess with no children of mine own. I travel to Falketh with my friend Eren. Which way are you headed tomorrow?”