Glad you will be able to join us! I think the bar on the bridge looks like a nice spot, don’t you?
I’ll be delighted. I do however realize that I can’t drink as much as a dwarf whose poison save can be summed up as “Poison? What’s that?” so I’ll be going for quality not quantity - and maybe making up another verse or two of “Dear friends, drink wine with me”. 
Elfstan becomes enthused by the words of “pub” and “keg” and will come along.
If we come back this way, Ghân could offer the shipwright Plant Growth.
The Tavern on the Bridge is quite excellent and little pricey. Gil-Gandel’s tastes cost him about 3 golds and Gwaelur’s generosity costs him around the same.
RogueRacer cannot keep and at the end of the night needs to actually be carried back by Gwaelur.
The shipwright would be most thankful to Ghân for anymore help he is willing to provide. The entire town radiates a strong sense of purpose. The residents seem eager to make Tharbad a great trade center. Considering that 63 years ago Tharbad was mainly a handful of roughs and brigands among old ruins trying to prey on these few travelers left, it is a remarkable change for but three decades. Elfstan knows a similar energy can be seen and felt at Fornost Erain.
Sir Thoroncir will gladly bend an elbow with, and buy a round for, Gwaelur, Gil-Gandel and the Dwarves in the tavern. (Having learned his lesson on an earlier occasion, he will make no attempt to keep up with the shorter fellows’ consumption). He will also buy a drink for the Linhir shipwright, seeking the latest news from his seaport home.
I sure hope you meant Elfstan!
Mulligan will be spending most of her time looking around the town to see what is “interesting”, 
She will also join the rest of them for a drink in the evening but will not be drinking to excess.
Having made a point of being politely amazed at the technology and craftsmanship demonstrated by the dwarves, Miron will spend the rest of the trip making short trips to look for medicinal herbs around their route.
In the morning Elfstan asks Miron if he has any herbs to help with the dwarven hammers that are pounding in his head. He wonders how that one got out of hand. He meant to only have a few pints.
Deor will come with the rest of the party to the tavern on the river, but after what happened in Minas Tirith, he’s going to be much more cautious about trying to keep up with anyone, even Hobbits.
Smirking, Miron replies “The only cures I’ve ever found for that sort of a headache are a hammer to your own head or an arrow to the other fellow’s, and I somehow doubt that either would be appropriate in this case.”
Worse news for Elfstan in the morning. He cannot find his purse or the contents of his pockets.
Right! In that case we go back to Tharbad and tear the festering stinkhole plank from plank until we find the miscreant, and woe betide anyone who utters so much as a cheep of protest, or else we’ll burn the place to ashes, sow the ground with salt and pronounce a curse on it. :mad:
Alternatively, we could figure that, given the irreplacable treasures Elfstan already carries around with him, this is like someone breaking into the King’s treasury and stealing the lead off the roof, and let that be a lesson not to get drunk in strange places again. :dubious:
Uh oh. What’s the last thing Elfstan remembers? What did he have in his purse and pockets? Does Gwaelur remember the Hobbit still having his personal effects when he carried Elfstan off to bed? Unless the hungover Elfstan asks him not to, Thoroncir will report the incident to the Lord Mayor or the garrison commander. (It seems to him that a thief in one of the Lord Mayor’s official residences is of greater concern than a common tavern pickpocket).
As Gwaelur thinks back, he does not recall Elfstan having his purse at the end of the night. He cannot of course speak to the contents of Elfstan’s pocketeses.
I’m surprised they remember anything considering the amount of ale they quaffed last night.
It’s worth going back to the tavern and asking the owner or bartender if he saw anything of interest happen.
If Ghan doesn’t protest, Elfstan wouldn’t mind having a goodberry for breakfast. That might help with the hammers. Otherwise, he’s had a hangover or two before in the past and has lived to tell about it.
“On the bright side, I didn’t have much coin left anyway, and probably had even less after drinking last night. I’m sure no one got rich from what they stole. Still, I wouldn’t mind heading back to that tavern and asking a few questions to see if anyone saw anything. Others are less well off and less prepared to deal with this than us. If something can be done, we can help others too. Will any of you come with me?”
Elfstan always wears the mithril mail. If it’s not improper, he will be fully armed. If it is improper, he will carry his +3 knife concealed and his throwing daggers up his sleeves as usual. He will also be bringing his “treasure finding” tools.
Deor will accompany him, hoping that a wizard’s staff will add a little authority to the proceedings.