no need for a persuasion check.

The bartender looks at you with narrowed eyes. "It's pure spring water, outsider." She pulls out a jug of clean, clear warer. "It's from the center of town."

"As you say, it does indeed look clean and pure. But the circumstances of its appearance...but I am not one to tell you what to do of course, just a suggestion." Art returns to where Davner and Gael are sitting- no need to get kicked out this early when they don't have a plan yet.

okay, so you're both approaching gael now? do you introduce yourself before you sit down or just pop a squat or what?

Forgets that we haven't actually done introductions to Gael

Art grabs a seat beside Gael and begins to introduce himself. "Hello friend, my name is Artelon, and my companion over here is Davner. I believe you requested our assistance."

"Oh, thank the Gods," Gael breathes. "Please, sit down. Did you have a nice trip?"

"Uh well...it was...interesting..." Art turns towards Gael- "You seem nervous. We are here to help- tell us about the job."

Gael exhales loudly. "Of course, yes. You've already been told the basics. There's a spring in the center of town that's cursed--I know it's cursed. Things have gone absolutely sideways since it appeared."

"Sideways?" Davner exclaims. "How did this curse come about? Have any strange people been in town lately? Or perhaps you people have forsook the gods for too long and now they're having a bit of amusement."

He snorts a laugh. "Well,. I'm a devout follower of our ethereal guardians, so I don't think I did much wrong. The people in this town are honest folk." His fingers scratch idly at the splintering wood of the table. "It's--well, it used to be--a trading town. We have all sorts of strange characters passing through. I sensed nothing wrong with any of them, however."

"However what?" Davner responds. He attempts to pressure the half-elf into telling more about. "We're going to need a bit more information if you want us to tackle this problem properly."