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"Ah, well that is quite a mark then." Gabriel says with a smile.

"So you are skilled with a spear, then? Excellent! I have a talent for magic, but not much else else." Gabriel says with a laugh.

"Well, it was good meeting you. I'm sure my companions want to get a move on soon, so I should probably join them, and I'm sure you have other business that a talking snail shouldn't keep you from." Gabriel says with a chuckle. He then slides out of the chair he was 'sitting' in and re-inflates his body back up to normal size, ready to take on the day.

Nyrra's eyes widened. He could do magic? She was beyond thrilled. This had far exceeded her expectations. "Oh I am doing very little actually!" She said cheerfully. "AH, wait a moment." She withdrew a journal from some cobcealed pocket in her pants. The eager elf began to frantically scribble something furtively down, occasionally checking over her shoulder, as if some figure were watching her.

After a moment of furious note taking, she returned her attention to Gabriel. "Ah, what is it you and your companions are doing? Some sort of grand quest?" Came the elf, a faint hope in her voice. She had some desire to travel, and figured that she could potentially finesse her way into this party.

Lyza gave a wave to the waking Lio and shot her a tired squint-glare. Wow, elves wake up very well. She wondered how long Lio spent preparing or if she just woke up with this natural beauty she seemed to carry. Meanwhile her own cascading hair fell in large curls and cowlicks. It would settle later in the day. Some of her hair seemed sticky with patches of dried ale.
This girl was giving her a headache. She approached the (what I assume to be a rather small) elf, and put her hand on her head gently. It was gloved, a tired leather, worn in like the palm of a baseball mitt. "You need to slow down," She mumbles, and gently pats the head. "Ahhh... My head..."

"Ah," The bartender accepts Lio's generosity, counting out the necessary coins in his palm and offering her purse back. "Thank you, my lady," He gives her a curt nod and disappears, likely to store his change in a more secure area. Well, at least he wouldn't be struggling with payments this time around...

Logan soon returned sporting a large war ax on his back, intricate runes carved on the blade, with a curved wooden handle. He entered the inn to greet his new traveling companions. “Good morning, everyone...”

"Good morning, Logan," Lio replied. A bit of a quirky smile appeared on the her face. "The innkeeper has been paid and seems in a much better mood."

She shifted slightly to get a better look at his axe. "That looks to be a mighty fine weapon. "

Nyrra recoiled at the touch, grimacing and stepping back. She shook her head, as a dog would shake water. She glared at Lyza, but then swiftly spun to view this new arrival. A friend of theirs it appeared.

The elf looked him up and down. He was enormous, a mountain of flesh it seemed. "You are Logan? You're frickin huge you know that? I'm Nyrra." She again spoke her words in rapid succession. This pitiful introduction passed, then she glanced back to the others, finally stopping at Lio.

"Who exactly leads this bunch? And what are you up to?" Inquired Nyrra.

"We four met last night, and have no leader, as such." Lio replied. "As to 'what we are up to', we had decided to travel together for mutual benefit and protection."

She turned to her companions in general. "If you will pardon me for one moment, now that the excitement is over, I should fetch my things. I left them at the top of the stairs when I thought I might be needed." With a small habitual bow, she left, but returned quickly with her backpack and staff.