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Oh of course the people he ditched had to enter this tavern. Why did he ditch them anyway? That was rather rude. Sure they weren't the greatest company, but it's not like they were being jerks or anything. Valder's actions were pretty uncalled for. Now guilt was eating at his beard. He looked at the two drinks the waitress had brought him just now and sighed audibly, taking the two mugs and bringing them to his former travelling companions.

Once at their table he placed the two drinks in front of them."Here you go. Sorry about running off like that, that was pretty horrid of me. It's just been weeks since I had any mead in me, I suppose that clouded my better judgement. In any case, enjoy those. I'll pay your dinners too." He said in a more courteous manner than anyone could have expected. Afterwards he returned to his spot next to the weird burping blue girl, ready to order even more drinks for himself.

The knight's eyes looked over at the girl in blue and his brow raised."Better to get it out of you through there than down bellow, I say." Valder laughed as though that was the most hilarious joke ever."Lass! Some more of that brew if you please! In a bigger mug this time! And give those two back there something to eat." That was the third time he ordered from her. At this rate he'd get the inn rich and his own pouch empty.

Isabelle soon picked out a table and dragged Elodar over to it. She placed the staff on her back to lean against the table, and waited for a waitress to come over to the table. Instead, Valder arrived. He apologized and handed them both drinks, saying he'd pay for their dinner before walking off.

Isabelle looked down at her drink. She soon pushed the mug away, not having much of a taste for alcohol. "So what do you think you're going to get to eat?"Isabelle asked. "I don't think I'll be getting anything."She said. During the trip she rarely if ever ate anything. She wrote it off as her kind being able to go weeks, and possibly even months without food. In reality, she no longer needed food, and depending on what she ate, could possibly hurt her and she had to find a place to be alone for her to get the food out of her stomach so it wouldn't tart to go bad and add to her already terrible stench.

The elf began looking around the room, focusing on the platters he saw before others, but his attention was pulled back when the dwarf brought over the drinks. Unfortunately, he wasn't one to really drink much either, and the smell of this stuff was particularly potent, notable even over Isabelle and the sweat the room's other occupants. Still... Valder had seemed earnest in his apology.

With a nod to the woman, Elodar picked up the two mugs and brought them back to the dwarf. His bassy voice was only just audible through the din as he said simply, "Thank you for the food."

He allowed the dwarf his distance and returned back to the table then. Better than being dragged around by Isabelle all the time. The small trip also gave him a chance to get a better look at the food being served.

Yester had to think for a moment, but eventually nodded "Yes, we actually had some brought in two weeks back, but I'll have to check on the price with the owner. It's not one of our most commonly bought drinks." the waitress explains before heading back towards the kitchen.

On her way past the counter she made a gesture towards the the dwarf ordering yet another drink and food for a pair of newcomers, signalising that she'd heard him, before proceeding down a small staircase leading down to the pleasantly cool winecellar. Though it was a bit humid, the air below was definitely fresher than in the crowded area above, and she wholesomely enjoyed this while looking through the various stocks of finer drinks, before she eventually found the elderberry wine and headed up again, where she asked a busty middle aged woman standing by a big pot of stew how much she should charge for it. Yester then filled yet another, even bigger, mug of ale for the dwarf and headed back into the inns main hall.

However when passing the counter and handing the dwarf his fourth mug of ale she couldn't help but notice that the two she'd brought earlier were back in place, seemingly untouched. She could have sworn that they were gone last time she walked past the counter... Regardless she took the payment for the ale and proceeded to head for the finer ladies table, at which moment she'd realized that she'd forgotten to bring her a glass, which lead to her again turning back to the busy kitchen where she grabbed the nearest clean glass and hurried back to the table. "I'm sorry for the delay, that'll be eight silver. Anything else you want with it?" she asked as she made a mental note to check on the table the dwarf had pointed out earlier.

It seemed this was going to be one of the more tiresome shifts this month, and it didn't look like any of the other waitresses were any less busy than her. How jolly.

Sky finished her bread, sitting back a little, she patted her Stomach "best bread I've had.. Ever" she said to herself.

She called over the barkeep "hello, I'd like some more ale please" she pulled her cloak hood back off her head, it revealed a cute smile accompanied by deep green eyes. She slowly pushed over her mug to the woman, putting some coin on the bar.

"Why, yes you may, m'lady." The red headed youth grinned, playing his lute through the vivacious songs as he spoke. "My name is Baen. Baen the Bard. I haven't been around here for long, miss, but I do have a ...reputation!" The bard said, speaking over the din and over his own music. "And what of your name? What's a lady like you doing in an inn full of scoundrels like us?" The man grinned again, nodding in the direction of the patrons who were talking to her before.
Well, he liked the girl. Baen liked pretty girls in general, of course, but a pyromancer was always more exotic. Even with the scarred eye.

Not that exoticness was missing in the establishment. A quietly sullen elf with bright blue had come into the tavern with a bubbly girl with a staff. They were both attractive, Baen noticed maliciously, but something was off about the girl. There was a dwarf, too, who was apparently with the little group. And that was without mentioning the witch in blue who seemed to like bread so much and the other pyromancer, perhaps the most exotic of them all.

((Meh, had to split this one up.))

Marchesa took the coins out of a small velvet pouch, placing them atop the map. "Well, I suppose a loaf of bread would do nicely. I'd ask for the prices of the rooms, but it's still early." The woman glanced at her partner in crime out of the corner of her eyes. Well, someone was already getting busy. She glanced back at her maps. "You're from here, are you not? Perhaps you know what's the nearest town north of Deepwood Grove?" Marchesa tapped a point on the map. Damn those cartographers and their innacuracies.

"Well, Baen the Bard," she said, drawing out his name with her musical tones, "I like it here. The people, the drink, the atmosphere - the music." She winked at him before laughing again and leaning back in her chair. "Besides, I happen to be a bit of a scoundrel myself - or, a miscreant, as my aunt would say. And what better place for a miscreant to be than among scoundrels and handsome bards?"

Her eyes raked over his form briefly, admiring his physique, before returning to his intriguingly colored eyes. "And the name's Brit. Brit McCrae. But you're welcome to call me whatever you'd like," she said, her lips curving into a slight smirk.

Annani continued to watch. Her attention focused on an individual again when a... creature entered, dragging a blue-haired male along with her. It was filthy but strangely did not seem malevolent. At least not presently. It was just one more bit of dangerous company just the same.

As feared this was not something to be ignored. After all these ages avoiding danger, responsibility, anything. With all the signs and currents it was clear the priestess could not ignore this.

Annani locked her eyes on the woman who poured over a map even as she appeared to ask a waitress something about it. She walked forward without once looking elsewhere and she sat quietly at the map-covered table. She did not ask or speak, she only sat, and stared silently at the woman while waiting for her to finish with the waitress.

Valder looked surprised to see both the mugs back. Well, now he just had too many on him!"Can't handle the booze, lad?" The Dwarf laughed as he tried to play it off."Aw, bloody hell this stuff is getting warm." He grumbled as he took the two pints and chugged them down. Nothing was worse than ale on room temperature. He'd rather die than allow ale to get cooled down to room temperature!

With both the mugs down and Valder catching his breath, the room was starting to spin ever so slightly. Drinking potent alcohol on an empty stomach at such speeds is even for the stoutest of Dwarves detrimental. Damn his practicality.

Realizing this was as good a point as any to stop, he turned around and leaned against the bar, looking over the populace of the tavern and it's strange patrons.

"Hmm, north of Deepwood grove..." The waitress thinks for a second "The nearest proper town would be Glasheim, around four days from here by horse, but there are some smaller settlement along the way." she explains before heading back for the kitchen, but taking a slight detour and stopping at a table occupied by a young blue haired elf and a cute but undeniably foul smelling girl.

Yester can't help but feel a bit sickened by the odour, but reminds herself of that she had see-...smelled worse and quickly gets back to work "Anything you want to order? His treat." she nod towards the dwarf, allthewhile straining her already smiling face so not to make a grimace. She really didn't want want to hurt the girls feelings, but a bath once in a while never hurt anybody... Tough as far as the waitress saw the girl looked surprisingly clean. Maybe it was something she carried on her?

Isabelle didn't seem to be carrying anything on her. Despite obviously being old and slightly tattered, her clothes were fairly clean. The staff she had seemed to be made of wood. The only thing on it that could possibly smell was the skull on the top, but even then it was too small to be even a gnome's skull and was too large to belong to a Pixie or Fairy, assuming it was even real.

Isabelle really wanted to say she didn't want anything. But considering her last meal, if you could call a few pieces of bread a meal, was almost two days ago, she decided it might be best to get something to eat, if only to keep Elodar from worrying about her. "Uh....... I think I'll have......."Isabelle thought. She didn't want to fill herself up too much, after all she'd have to dump her food out of her when she was alone next. She also didn't want to get anything too expensive, as to not exhaust Valder's money. "I think I'll have some..... duck?"She asked not sure if the tavern even sold duck as meal. "And I don't need anything to drink."Isabelle said.

With nothing more than a slight shrug to the dwarf, Elodar returned to his table. It wasn't long after that one of the waitresses came by. Rather than requesting anything in particular, the elf looked off to the side, leaned over a bit, and pointed toward a plate someone else was eating from. He wasn't sure what it was - some sort of lighter meat and gravy over either a biscuit or mashed potatoes. He couldn't tell if there had been more, either, as the person had clearly been eating for some time now.

"That."

Sky wiped the crumbs from her mouth, for some odd reason, bread was her favourite food... Especially when ya press on it and it becomes slightly chewy. She took another sip of her drink and belched straight after "pardon me" she murmured.

Everyone seemed social and here she was, sitting by her lonesome. It mattered little to her, the less attention, the better. she got up from the bar and sat opposite the bard, on a table where a drunk and a bunch of his friends sat. Their smiles turned as they saw her sit

"Seat's reserved" one of the men said placing his mug on the table. Two of his friends sat on both sides of her

"intimidating..." she sighed

"you don't even know...." the man on the other side of the table smirked.

"what's wrong With wanting to sit here?" she asked, tilting her head in question. She raised both her hands off the table as a sign of peace, She placed a metal spike in front of her on the tabl. She was unarmed.

"that stick is all you have? These streets could get rough, especially for a small thing like you" he scoffed, pressing his palms together on the tablE.

"I'm... Resourceful" she replied, her lips slowly breaking into a smile. As they were talking, she conjured two similar spikes like the one in front of her and, in the time they were talking, both the spikes floated over to the men besides her. The tips of the spikes were gentle pressed against the back of their heads.

The spike in front of her span on its centre of mass until it pointed directly at the man opposite her

"you're a witch..." He asked, looking down at death. the horseman, for this drunk, was In the form of a spike

"I'm a hheadhunter, this hunt... Was more of a vendetta, more like close to a vendetta. An eye for an eye" the blade trembled, it was gaining a lot of force. She leaned forward "you killed them without thinking who you'll hurt... You're savage"

"lass, right now, you're just as savage. That thirst for blood... Revenge... It grows... You'll see..."

The bard glanced at the woman with the floating spikes for a moment before leaping from the barrel, finishing his last song with a flourish and bowing to the inn in general, lute at his side. Then he grinned flippantly and returned to the higher barrel, placing the lute across his knees as he turned to the sorceress.

"A scoundrel? A miscreant?" Baen rested his chin on his hand and his arm on the lute, facing the woman and still grinning. "Nice to know, Brit McCrae. I'll call you just Brit. And as for this handsome bard, I'm just passing through! This town is charming, of course, and full of lovely people..." He smirked slightly. "But I am on an adventure, my lady Brit! and it does pain me to say that it's far more interesting than the town and the inn..." The bard threw her an evaluating look, heavy with mischevious malice and something quite different.

Then he noticed the witch pressing spikes against some drunkards' necks. "I supppose those aren't your friends you were talking to before, are they?" Baen commented in an offhand manner.

"Interesting." The woman nonchallantly drew a small cross on the Northwood Grove annotation, scribbling something next to it. "I was hoping to buy a wagon and more supplies there, but those settlements will suffice." She watched the waitress leave. "I'd advise you to go see what's the matter with the spikes and the fools. Bad for business, no?" Marchesa called after the half elf, grinning slightly.

She glanced at the exotic witch wearing tropical clothing and odd pendants, and raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the map. " Hello. What is it that you seek?" The Other could feel the heat emanating from the magic user. Fascinating.

Brit had been enjoying her little interaction with the bard, but she suddenly sat up a bit straighter at his mention of an adventure. Her amber orbs flashed with interest and she leaned closer to Baen, resting her elbow on the edge of his barrel and her chin on her knuckles.

"You don't say?" she said, her tone still flirtatious, but with a new, more serious element to it. "What sort of adventure might this be? And how far will your travels be taking you?"

Far, far away, I hope, she thought to herself. She wouldn't presume he was looking for company, but if he were, and if she joined him, the farther this adventure took her from these lands, the better. And she wouldn't mind traveling with this man, if he would let her, at least for a time.

When he spoke, she glanced over at the table in question. It was, in fact, the table she had come from. Her smile tightened and became somewhat forced as she surveyed the scene, but though she appeared to disapprove, she made no move to intervene in what was happening and simply looked back at the bard.

"I wouldn't describe them as 'friends' so much," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Then a slightly mischievous smirk replaced the tight smile. "You noticed me before I danced over here, then?"

The use of magic tugged at Annani's attention and she looked back to see the blue-cloaked woman making threats. After a moment she determined that it was presently of no consequence to her and returned her steady gaze to the one with the map. She would simply have to remain aware in case the need to flee arose.

"You are d'e one?" Her accent was heavy and her voice low and percussive. When she asked she pulled a folded paper of from her skirt wrap. She flicked it open. It was on of the call to adventure posters. "D'ere is d'e great danger. You should not look."

Overlooking the tavern may have been a mistake. Though there was more movement going on with these strange figures, the witch in blue caught his eyes. The bloody idiot was actually using magic! Threateningly so as well. Luckily it wasn't flashy, but it was noticeable either way."Ugh, Schetse idiot..." He swore in Dwarven, which will not be translated due to lack of decency. The Dwarf took his mug and walked over to the table, towards the witch and the drunks.

"Are you insane!?" The Dwarf suddenly called out as he neared the table."You magic users, I just don't bloody get you! You know damn well enough your powers freak out the common folk, yet you flaunt it about anyway? I thought you were supposed to be smart! Drop those Schetse needles before these people call out for your head to be on a bloody spike!" Valder yelled angrily like a father would to his child when he stole candy from a market stall. His left arm was as animated as his voice, spilling ale everywhere over the table, the ground and his own armour. For safety his other hand rested on his axe, in case this turned out badly.

Isabelle glanced over at Valder when she suddenly heard him scream out at some one, apparently they were using magic or something which made Valder mad. Isabelle soon looked over at the girl Valder was screaming at. Her eyes widened when she saw that the girl Valder was yelling at was apparently threatening some guys with spikes, apparently being held up by magic. "Uh... what's going on here?"Isabelle asked walking over to the table.