Stephan smiles. "Splendid! Is settled then. Meet us at homestead, Sukiskyn, in little over week's time."
The horse trader orders a round of drinks for everyone, then continues. "Best way to get there is to take river. I have friend, Kalanos. Has boat. Soon will take first trip of spring up river to lumber camps. I let him know you're coming. Meet him in one week, on Moldain, 7th of Thaumont at docks here in town. He'll give you passage."
Stephan takes a sip of vodka. "I'm afraid cannot join you on trip. My brother has business with other homestead, and I must go there next. Will see you soon, though. Wait till you see horses. You'll like!"
Assuming nobody has any questions, Stephan stands up and shakes hands with Igli. "'Twas good to run into you again, my friend. I look forward to welcoming you and friends at Sukiskyn." He orders you all another round, pays for it, slaps ten nobles down in front of Soldath, then bids you farewell.
Actions? or questions? Quick! Before he gets to the door!
DM edit: I overestimated the distance between Kelvin and Sukiskyn. Rather than being due at the homestead on the 7th of Thaumont, your party will leave Kelvin on this date. I have edited this turn to reflect those changes. It's a drag, really, because you have to wait around another week; BUT, due to the law of attraction, now that you have a job, you suddenly find other small jobs coming your way. Seems everyone needs help re-thatching their roofs, digging trenches, sealing boat hulls, etc., now that winter's over. Before you know it, the week has gone by, you've gotten yourselves into shape and cleared the cobwebs from your brains. The Sign of the Smashed Tankard is now crawling with hot damsels and wenches, or handsome knights and bards--whatever your preference--and even after all the extra pub fare and ale you had to buy, you still find yourself each with 60 cronas (silver pieces) in your pockets. Not much, but enough for Athelstan to buy some motion sickness medicine before he gets on the boat.
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.