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As Osborne was watching the shifter and the metallic interact, he scowls and turns to shade, “Ah crap, I forgot tomorrow is my anniversary with my wife, I’ll see you around.” By the time he finished talking he had faded away.

She barked as if to say bye.

(( Omg. I was away yesterday with a migraine and that's when y'all go and post like 20 pages worth, lol. ))

When Anatolie returned from his brief nap, he was surprised to see just how many more folks had shown up in his absence. Pleasantly surprised -- nothing pleased the bard more than the opportunity to play for a large audience. "Wow! I was gonna sit down for a drink first, but I feel like I should play something." Lute in hand, he sat down on the edge of a table and began to strum the beginning of a jaunty, up-tempo tune. "This one's a real crowd pleaser. It's called the Voyage of the Jester. Or something like that."

Aello stirred in the corner, groaning as she came awake. it took a moment, but she moved from the corner, and off of Cherry. Seeing the bard, she gave him a small wave, not quite awake yet.

(Hahah...yeah.... madness happened)

Woken up by Aello’s movement, blearily opens up his eyes and spots Anatolie, Cherry wonders why the bard is in his room when he realizes he fell asleep in the main area. Very sleepily he says, “Good morning to you Anatolie, we could’ve used your skills as a minstrel last night.”

"Good morning, both of you!" Anatolie chirped, happy as ever. He continued to play the song as he spoke, multi-tasking with ease, as though playing the instrument was second nature to him. "You look real tired, Cherry. What happened last night? Somethin' bad happen? I mean, if you were in desperate need of a minstrel... and you didn't have one... well, that can't be good."

Grabbing some ice water, Aello brought her mug to an empty booth and slid onto the seat. Dropping a few leaves into the water, she waited for it to seep the leaves. Laying her head on the table, she groaned as her stomach churned. Last night's activities wore her out big time, between the panic attack and the physical fighting. She fully understood another reason why her clan, well, both clans are not fighters unless absolutely needed.

Lifting her head up, she winced at the mess around the tavern. Tables and chairs were broken or simply scattered about.

Getting up with relative ease, Cherry starts clearing the chairs and righting tables. “I do believe you could’ve soothed some angry tempers, or at the very least provided some awesome battle music while chaos ensued.”

Wouldn't the second half of that be osborne's job?

*coming back from the bar again* huh...

She walks into the main room after her long, much needed, rest. "Hey guys." She said sleepily.

Fiona went in and sat down to have a drink, 'Why can't any gig go smooth? Just once, I don't want to get caught by high ranking cultivators or magi. Though, Lt Col. Fang was kind of cute...for a spymaster.'

“Good morning!” He had just finished repairing the last of the table sets when the newcomer came in, “Sorry if things are a little out of place here, just finished fixing up everything from a fight last night.”

She said, "It's fine, I've seen worse in my guild deminsion." During one of her excursions as a 'World Traveler' she had created her own deminsion and had her guild reside in it. She was the guild leader and she usually did jobs for gods or check on anyone who transmigrated or had some system or cheat like ability to make sure they don't go too far. Today was a bad day since, she was caught by a subordinate of the guy she was hired to check on.

I mean i dunno bout you people but ive seen "small" Bar fights do more damage...

*just sort of fades into view, de-cloaking on one of the couches. It then sits there curled up on the couch.*

She watched the people around, "hey barkeep, mind making me a hot tauttee or chocotini?" She was showing high vigilince due to what jobs she had.

The half goblin groaned from her booth as she woke up from her doze. Seeing that her ice cold tea was ready, she took slow sips, eating the leaved in the process. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her body readjust itself.

She looked at the half goblin with a bit of disgust. She hated goblins, mainly to what she had seen them kidnap and deflower women. Depending on the world like tensai shitira, the goblins in tempest were fine. In other worlds...not so much.

"I ain't one of those type of goblins, Lady. I suggest you learn that not all are like the misconception. My clan, before they were slaughtered, were peaceful ice miners. Besides, if I am half dwarf as well, so knock it off." Aello would growl, having seen the look. She was used to it, but it didn't mean she would take it sitting down, so to speak. She didn't want to be seen like her much larger cousins, welp, thankfully not by blood, simply by species association. What most considered evil tended to be a completely different species. At least where she was from.