It has just turned dusk. The drizzle has been soaking you all day on the road. Cold and uncomfortable, you have finally reached your destination.
Before you stands a two-story stone building. You alight the stairs to the porch. Just as you are about to reach for the front door, two giggling and laughing fairies, not more than ten inches in height, come brawling through the door mid-flight, causing the door to swing open and violently crash against the wall.
They halt their scrap, hovering as they look down at you. Together in a harmony of perfect unison, they gleefully demand, "Follow us". One of the fairies flitters over and holds the already open door, holding it ajar for you as she sarcastically bows, as if to royalty. The other beckons you with a gesture to follow, accompanied by an unnerving grin.
You follow behind as they lead you into the inn. As you enter, you see through a doorway to your right a group of dwarves sitting around a long bench covered in the remaining morsels of a banquet and sharing a spirited and robust discussion. Led through an opposite door, you traverse the room. There are a few patrons randomly scattered about, eating, drinking and chatting. You are hurried to a round table in the far corner. A chair is slung under the back of your legs, collapsing you at a small round table where you gaze upon two bewildered expressions staring back at you.
Welcome to the Wilde Tide Inn.
ooc: Wildred, Halei and Balliol, please describe and introduce your characters.
Halei follows the fairies into the room, first knocking on both doors before entering. Still Shivering from the rain she appreciates the warmth of the Inn. She hums softly, her dark blue eyes dart around as she takes in the atmosphere of the room, and nods to everyone as she passes.
There is a light smile on her sweetly-featured face and a bounce in her step as she walks. Her dark brown ringlets frame her lightly tanned face and ears, falling just long enough to lay over the lute that hangs on her back and bobs up and down as she is guided over to the table. Her earthy-colored clothes hang slightly loose on her frame and there are no shoes on her feet; instead they hang from the side of her bag.
The wood-elf falls back into the chair before looking up. Her smile widens as she gazes upon the two faces that greet her, “Oh, hi!”.
Claritas, a 5'5 women of wood elvish decent, below her bloody apron lays fine clothes and in her hair and ears gold jewlery. all point to a noble background. her face is pretty even though half of it is scared with a horrible burn which spreads to the back half of her head her black braided hair folds over to cover most of it.
talking of her apron and coat she trys to call for the fairies
"is there a valet to take my things or am i spose to hang on to them" *looks around* "actually nevermind ill hold them, ahh another wood elf how wonderful did you receive a letter aswell"
Halei watches and is tickled by the display in front of her. She giggles as the fellow wood-elf approaches.
“Hey there friend! I did receive a letter. Flew right out of the sky and hit me in the head! I almost didn’t finish reading it before it disappeared in my hands.” Halei waves her hand in the air in an attempt to get the attention of the people who worked there. “I wonder what drinks they have here, do you want a drink?”
Halei glances at the apron before asking curiously “And say, why is your apron so bloody? You run into trouble getting here?”
"quite the opposite i ran into a bit of furtune tho for my patronage they wernt so lucky, Claritas is my name" *stretches out hand* "im a healer who doesnt rely on the gods so my work is a bit more bloody. as for the drink i will abstaine from anything alcoholic never know when work will arise and i must have a steady hand"
Halei grasps the extended hand in her two hands and smiles, "Nice to meet you, I'm Halei." She withdraws her hands and returned to waving dramatically in the air. "And suit yourself, tell me when you change your mind" she said before yelling "I'll take the best drinks you have here, and keep em coming!" After Halei was sure enough people had heard her she looked back to Claritas, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Tell me more about yourself friend! What's it like being a healer? I'm sure it's not a profession for someone with a weak stomach!" she said, glancing back at the blood on the apron, her nose subtly wrinkling in mild disgust.
i practice a diffent kind of healing than the traditioal cleric or druid but my work bring in enough coin to support me where as the others do it in there duty of this or that god or what have you, and no not for the weak stomached at all. as for me theres not much to tell but i must ask you seeing as you are a fellow wood elf have you heard of a wood elf swordswomen called Thelma roaming around.
"No, I don't know many people around here. What about her? Are you looking for her?" Halei replies while pulling out her lute and quietly picking a tune as she speaks.
"hmm it doesnt matter" *Claritas suddenly gains a look of disinterest* "are these other two your comrades... ive never operated on a harengon before i bet that would be interesting...."
Wldred is a half elf but looks more of the human persuasion, 5'9" with large round blue eyes,He has a rather large long nose and wears a large rounded pair of glasses (that changes colour every so often randomly,he is also blind as a bat without his glasses)His clothing is a long red wizards robe and a very inconspicuous hat that seems to have been put on in a rush and looks more like something you'd wear to bed...infact his entire etire looks strangely like he's in his pj's.
As he enters he accidentally knocks into a patron and as he turns to apologise knocks another patron while walking backwards finally walking straight in to Halei.
Readjusting his glasses as they knocked off his face slightly on a slant he says:
"Excuse me so sorry,please do forgive me,I do apologise,been a long road"
(He gives of the feeling he's very accident prone and one of those who tends to walk in to lamp posts on a regular basis)
A man wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a brown waistcoat, brown baggy pants and a whitish apron around his legs hurridly walks across the room from the hallway towards your table. When he arrives at your table, he looks slightly annoyed but removes the annoyance from his face, smiles, and speaks in a deep voice and posh Chelsea accent.
Addressing Halei's demand, he explains, "Maam, the best drink I have is Prismflies Entenesian Elixer, fermented from the excrete of the Queen Prismfly of the giant butterflies of Entenesia. It costs 980 gold, and I don't see one of the Lords of Shadewillow here, so I am not permitted to serve it. Is there something else I can get for you and your friends?" He glances around at the table.
He flicks his arms out in front, and from out of thin air, a table cloth opens out and floats down to cover your table. You look to see four empty horns lying spooning next to an empty jug and four three-prong forks.
You hear a loud crash like the smashing of wood followed by the boisterous cheers of several dwarves shouting in triumph, and you look to see your server's eyes widen. His annoyed expression returns to his face, and he barks, "Excuse me!" as he storms back across to the room from whence he came.
"Never to far away from good old dwarf gathering,very open loyal and charismatic folk the dwarves,I must say though rather loud when with there own kin,I think a spot of whiskey is in order judging by that price,if I do say so my self"
"I'm not sure I haven't met them yet," Halei answers Claritas before Wildred bumps into her. She reaches out to steady the half-elf and greets him as the man approaches.
"I have to agree, it sounds delicious, but how is anyone meant to buy that?" She says grabbing the empty jug to drink, disappointed when she remembers the man hadn't filled it with anything yet. She answers Wildred "I couldn't not come to feywild after a letter falls out of the sky! I'd bet there would be so many people to meet and lots parties to be had! Sounded like an adventure"
Halei looks over to the noisy dwarves "I almost want to join them, they look like they are having a great time, I wonder if they would mind adding a few extra people to their table," she wondered, her knee bouncing lightly and drawing her legs to cross beneath her, at a height of 4'11 she perfectly sits cross-legged on the chair as she continues to pick absentmindedly on her lute.
Bugs looked up at the inn and allowed a smile to creep across his harengon face. He had found the place. The silly letter had plopped down out of the sky and bopped him across the nose in most undignified fashion. It had thoroughly interrupted his initiates travels, but really, the whole point of initiating travel was to go to odd and unexpected places, so what could possibly be better than a random invite from the blue? And now he was here - where getting accosted by fairies appeared to be next on his to do list. He looked up at the two little fairies, amused by their energy and . . . fairiness. Strange little critters. Not that he would call one a critter to its face. The thought made him smile again as he made his way through the door and into the inn.
Once inside he paused, took off his hat, and shook the rain out of his fur. Placing his hat back atop his head he headed over towards the table to which he was led. Sitting at the table he found two elves and a human. Or make that two elves and a half elf? Maybe. It was best not to assume. He swept off his hat and bowed to what he presumed would be his table mates soon. "Greetings! I am Balliol Bugglesworth IV of the Sweetcress Mounds Monastery. At your service." Having finished his introduction he plopped down into a seat and added, "Sorry if I'm late, but I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque! Are you folks here following a mysterious nose bopping, disappearing letter? It makes a hare a hair curious, I must admit. I don't suppose any of you are Madryck Roslof?"
Getting only negative responses he leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Of course not, that would have been too easy! Just hop along 80 miles the note said - and then we must search for the bugger to boot! Well, it shall be interesting." At this point he spotted the one who had named herself Halei and was still looking in the pitcher. "Anything in that thing? No? Well, I'm a bit partial to carrot juice anyway, and most places like this just don't have a good supply. Shocking, no?" He then turned towards the human/half-elf person in the pajamas and squinted at him as if taking a closer look. "Wildred friend, you have some interesting spectacles there. Are you aware that they are changing color? It is a bit of an odd experience from this side of the lenses."
So saying, Bugs stretched out his long frame and sighed with the pleasure of being off of his feet. He was a tall harengon - a bit over 6' in height. Others of his kind sometimes reached that height, but others might not even reach 4'. He was one of the tall ones and liked it that way. But he was also built like a jackrabbit - all length and stretched out muscle adding up to barely 150 lbs soaking wet. Which he was right about now after the long walk in the rain. He ears made him look even taller. He could pass for over 7' if he let his ears stand up straight. Nobody every expected a 7' rabbit. (Except for this one guy he'd met recently who kept calling him Harvey - he had never been able to figure that one out.) He knew that with his height, his light gray fur and his bright blue eyes he made quite the striking figure. That appealed to him. Most of the other monks at Sweetcress thought that noticing such a thing was a sign of too much pride, but Bugs had always believed that one couldn't truly understand Ki and the Way of the Carrot if one didn't have a sense of ones self. And his self looked pretty good when it got dried out. He took off his hat - it was nothing overly fancy but it was well made and carried a bit of style. He liked the bright red feather in it. It caught people off guard. He set his hat on the table and pulled a carrot out of his bag. Looking around before taking a bite he noted, "a carrot is the path to wisdom and all, but they got any food around here?" After chewing for a moment he offered the carrot to Wildred. "Good for the eyes, you know . . ."
"hes right you know" *claritas takes out a journal and starts skimming threw it.* "and im sure those color changing spectacles don't help with you knocking into things either."
*takes out quill and ink*
"its a pleasure to meet you Balliol i am Claritas. may i ask... are you in good health today?"
Halei looks curiously at Bugglesworth at his talk of carrots during their greeting. "You know I happen to like his glasses! It's not everyday you see something so odd!" She tells him and Claritas after listening to them speak. She then brings her attention back to the horns and jug that still sits in front of her and stares at them for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "You know these appeared out of thin air so I wonder if..." she trails of and she grasps a horn in one hand and the jug in the other. She brings them both to eye level, looking closely at them, and tries to pour herself a drink with the two empty containers.
Halei gestures with the jug as if pouring an imaginary drink into the horn. You all watch in amazement as the horn starts filling with liquid. Astonished by this happening, she slightly over-pours as the fluid spills onto the table. You all smell the sweet aroma of honey mead.
Your server returns to your table, and with just the hint of a smirk on his mouth, he says to Halei, "I trust you are enjoying your drink, Maam! But you haven't touched your food. I can recommend the wild mushroom stew."
"Maam", he gestures to Claritas with a large sack that has appeared from nowhere in the tips of his fingers. "Perhaps I can take care of... THAT!" and he looks at her blood-soaked apron.
Suddenly, behind you is a loud thud. You turn to see two satyrs standing over the small square table closest to the door, butting heads like combative goats. You watch as your server casually makes his way over to the two, "Please, Sirs, would you mind taking it outside!". With that, the two trot off through the front door.
The server returns to your table. Addressing Balliol's question, "Master will be with you shortly, Sir".
(ooc: There is an updated map of the Inn on the campaign page)
Halei stares with amazement at the mead. "Oh that mushroom stew sounds amazing, but I think I am way too excited to eat" she tell him. While the others are talking Halei takes a generous sip from the horn and swings her lute back around to hang on her back. She stands up in her chair, looking over the inn. She hops down and wanders to each table mingling with the other guests and further exploring the Inn.
Bugs grinned as Halei got up. "I never said I didn't like his spectacles, only that they are a bit unusual." At that he looked at the horns in front of him with a quizzical look. "Kinda like these horns o' mead. I may have to give that a try. Unusual can be good." With that he attempted to pour himself a mug of mead from the "empty" horn. But it wasn't mead that flowed out of the mug. It was the orange ambrosia that so entranced him. Or at least it looked like it. His nose twitched as it sniffed at the edge of the horn. It smelled like it! He sipped. It was! Carrot juice! He grinned and drank some more. He swilled it around a bit as he wafted the sweet smell into his still twitching nose. This he had not expected! The trip could now safely be called a success!
He took another drink and swirled it around in his mouth to get the full flavor. He turned to Wildred of the colored spectacles. "It is carrot juice! A nice bit made with Golden McIntoshes from the highlands down underburrow way if I'm not mistaken." He took another sip. "They have a nice earthy tone to them. Not as sweet as the Honeycrisps, of course, but subtle. And with an almost berry like flavor in the background. Where would they get Golden McIntoshes around here?" He looked around as if expecting to find a carrot stash somewhere in the room when he again noticed his companions eyewear. "Wildred, of the at-your-service gang, you do have some interesting spectacles. I swear they are sort of the color of a good Downwillow Carrot right about now . . ." He trailed off while looking at the Wildred's eyeware.
Realizing he might be being a bit rude, he stopped and took another sip. "Now, somebody said something about a mushroom stew." He carefully reached out and took one of the three pronged forks. It was time to experiment a bit since their host did not seem to be around to answer questions. He poked the fork into one of the horns, being sure to hold it upright. He poked into the middle of the table a bit. It might look odd, but he had a sneaking suspicion that somewhere around here there was a savory mushroom stew. It took a lot of concentration to look casual while poking around for invisible food!
After a minute of poking around he looked at the now slightly bent fork in his hand and shrugged his shoulders. Looking at his two tablemates he asked, "any ideas?"
The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
It has just turned dusk. The drizzle has been soaking you all day on the road. Cold and uncomfortable, you have finally reached your destination.
Before you stands a two-story stone building. You alight the stairs to the porch. Just as you are about to reach for the front door, two giggling and laughing fairies, not more than ten inches in height, come brawling through the door mid-flight, causing the door to swing open and violently crash against the wall.
They halt their scrap, hovering as they look down at you. Together in a harmony of perfect unison, they gleefully demand, "Follow us".
One of the fairies flitters over and holds the already open door, holding it ajar for you as she sarcastically bows, as if to royalty. The other beckons you with a gesture to follow, accompanied by an unnerving grin.
You follow behind as they lead you into the inn. As you enter, you see through a doorway to your right a group of dwarves sitting around a long bench covered in the remaining morsels of a banquet and sharing a spirited and robust discussion. Led through an opposite door, you traverse the room. There are a few patrons randomly scattered about, eating, drinking and chatting. You are hurried to a round table in the far corner. A chair is slung under the back of your legs, collapsing you at a small round table where you gaze upon two bewildered expressions staring back at you.
Welcome to the Wilde Tide Inn.
ooc: Wildred, Halei and Balliol, please describe and introduce your characters.
Halei follows the fairies into the room, first knocking on both doors before entering. Still Shivering from the rain she appreciates the warmth of the Inn. She hums softly, her dark blue eyes dart around as she takes in the atmosphere of the room, and nods to everyone as she passes.
There is a light smile on her sweetly-featured face and a bounce in her step as she walks. Her dark brown ringlets frame her lightly tanned face and ears, falling just long enough to lay over the lute that hangs on her back and bobs up and down as she is guided over to the table. Her earthy-colored clothes hang slightly loose on her frame and there are no shoes on her feet; instead they hang from the side of her bag.
The wood-elf falls back into the chair before looking up. Her smile widens as she gazes upon the two faces that greet her, “Oh, hi!”.
Claritas, a 5'5 women of wood elvish decent, below her bloody apron lays fine clothes and in her hair and ears gold jewlery. all point to a noble background. her face is pretty even though half of it is scared with a horrible burn which spreads to the back half of her head her black braided hair folds over to cover most of it.
talking of her apron and coat she trys to call for the fairies
"is there a valet to take my things or am i spose to hang on to them" *looks around* "actually nevermind ill hold them, ahh another wood elf how wonderful did you receive a letter aswell"
Halei watches and is tickled by the display in front of her. She giggles as the fellow wood-elf approaches.
“Hey there friend! I did receive a letter. Flew right out of the sky and hit me in the head! I almost didn’t finish reading it before it disappeared in my hands.” Halei waves her hand in the air in an attempt to get the attention of the people who worked there. “I wonder what drinks they have here, do you want a drink?”
Halei glances at the apron before asking curiously “And say, why is your apron so bloody? You run into trouble getting here?”
"quite the opposite i ran into a bit of furtune tho for my patronage they wernt so lucky, Claritas is my name" *stretches out hand* "im a healer who doesnt rely on the gods so my work is a bit more bloody. as for the drink i will abstaine from anything alcoholic never know when work will arise and i must have a steady hand"
Halei grasps the extended hand in her two hands and smiles, "Nice to meet you, I'm Halei." She withdraws her hands and returned to waving dramatically in the air. "And suit yourself, tell me when you change your mind" she said before yelling "I'll take the best drinks you have here, and keep em coming!" After Halei was sure enough people had heard her she looked back to Claritas, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Tell me more about yourself friend! What's it like being a healer? I'm sure it's not a profession for someone with a weak stomach!" she said, glancing back at the blood on the apron, her nose subtly wrinkling in mild disgust.
i practice a diffent kind of healing than the traditioal cleric or druid but my work bring in enough coin to support me where as the others do it in there duty of this or that god or what have you, and no not for the weak stomached at all. as for me theres not much to tell but i must ask you seeing as you are a fellow wood elf have you heard of a wood elf swordswomen called Thelma roaming around.
"No, I don't know many people around here. What about her? Are you looking for her?" Halei replies while pulling out her lute and quietly picking a tune as she speaks.
"hmm it doesnt matter" *Claritas suddenly gains a look of disinterest* "are these other two your comrades... ive never operated on a harengon before i bet that would be interesting...."
Wldred is a half elf but looks more of the human persuasion, 5'9" with large round blue eyes,He has a rather large long nose and wears a large rounded pair of glasses (that changes colour every so often randomly,he is also blind as a bat without his glasses)His clothing is a long red wizards robe and a very inconspicuous hat that seems to have been put on in a rush and looks more like something you'd wear to bed...infact his entire etire looks strangely like he's in his pj's.
As he enters he accidentally knocks into a patron and as he turns to apologise knocks another patron while walking backwards finally walking straight in to Halei.
Readjusting his glasses as they knocked off his face slightly on a slant he says:
"Excuse me so sorry,please do forgive me,I do apologise,been a long road"
(He gives of the feeling he's very accident prone and one of those who tends to walk in to lamp posts on a regular basis)
A man wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a brown waistcoat, brown baggy pants and a whitish apron around his legs hurridly walks across the room from the hallway towards your table. When he arrives at your table, he looks slightly annoyed but removes the annoyance from his face, smiles, and speaks in a deep voice and posh Chelsea accent.
Addressing Halei's demand, he explains, "Maam, the best drink I have is Prismflies Entenesian Elixer, fermented from the excrete of the Queen Prismfly of the giant butterflies of Entenesia. It costs 980 gold, and I don't see one of the Lords of Shadewillow here, so I am not permitted to serve it. Is there something else I can get for you and your friends?" He glances around at the table.
He flicks his arms out in front, and from out of thin air, a table cloth opens out and floats down to cover your table. You look to see four empty horns lying spooning next to an empty jug and four three-prong forks.
You hear a loud crash like the smashing of wood followed by the boisterous cheers of several dwarves shouting in triumph, and you look to see your server's eyes widen. His annoyed expression returns to his face, and he barks, "Excuse me!" as he storms back across to the room from whence he came.
"Never to far away from good old dwarf gathering,very open loyal and charismatic folk the dwarves,I must say though rather loud when with there own kin,I think a spot of whiskey is in order judging by that price,if I do say so my self"
Looking at the group he asks.
"Tell me what brings you all to the feywild?"
"I'm not sure I haven't met them yet," Halei answers Claritas before Wildred bumps into her. She reaches out to steady the half-elf and greets him as the man approaches.
"I have to agree, it sounds delicious, but how is anyone meant to buy that?" She says grabbing the empty jug to drink, disappointed when she remembers the man hadn't filled it with anything yet. She answers Wildred "I couldn't not come to feywild after a letter falls out of the sky! I'd bet there would be so many people to meet and lots parties to be had! Sounded like an adventure"
Halei looks over to the noisy dwarves "I almost want to join them, they look like they are having a great time, I wonder if they would mind adding a few extra people to their table," she wondered, her knee bouncing lightly and drawing her legs to cross beneath her, at a height of 4'11 she perfectly sits cross-legged on the chair as she continues to pick absentmindedly on her lute.
Bugs looked up at the inn and allowed a smile to creep across his harengon face. He had found the place. The silly letter had plopped down out of the sky and bopped him across the nose in most undignified fashion. It had thoroughly interrupted his initiates travels, but really, the whole point of initiating travel was to go to odd and unexpected places, so what could possibly be better than a random invite from the blue? And now he was here - where getting accosted by fairies appeared to be next on his to do list. He looked up at the two little fairies, amused by their energy and . . . fairiness. Strange little critters. Not that he would call one a critter to its face. The thought made him smile again as he made his way through the door and into the inn.
Once inside he paused, took off his hat, and shook the rain out of his fur. Placing his hat back atop his head he headed over towards the table to which he was led. Sitting at the table he found two elves and a human. Or make that two elves and a half elf? Maybe. It was best not to assume. He swept off his hat and bowed to what he presumed would be his table mates soon. "Greetings! I am Balliol Bugglesworth IV of the Sweetcress Mounds Monastery. At your service." Having finished his introduction he plopped down into a seat and added, "Sorry if I'm late, but I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque! Are you folks here following a mysterious nose bopping, disappearing letter? It makes a hare a hair curious, I must admit. I don't suppose any of you are Madryck Roslof?"
Getting only negative responses he leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Of course not, that would have been too easy! Just hop along 80 miles the note said - and then we must search for the bugger to boot! Well, it shall be interesting." At this point he spotted the one who had named herself Halei and was still looking in the pitcher. "Anything in that thing? No? Well, I'm a bit partial to carrot juice anyway, and most places like this just don't have a good supply. Shocking, no?" He then turned towards the human/half-elf person in the pajamas and squinted at him as if taking a closer look. "Wildred friend, you have some interesting spectacles there. Are you aware that they are changing color? It is a bit of an odd experience from this side of the lenses."
So saying, Bugs stretched out his long frame and sighed with the pleasure of being off of his feet. He was a tall harengon - a bit over 6' in height. Others of his kind sometimes reached that height, but others might not even reach 4'. He was one of the tall ones and liked it that way. But he was also built like a jackrabbit - all length and stretched out muscle adding up to barely 150 lbs soaking wet. Which he was right about now after the long walk in the rain. He ears made him look even taller. He could pass for over 7' if he let his ears stand up straight. Nobody every expected a 7' rabbit. (Except for this one guy he'd met recently who kept calling him Harvey - he had never been able to figure that one out.) He knew that with his height, his light gray fur and his bright blue eyes he made quite the striking figure. That appealed to him. Most of the other monks at Sweetcress thought that noticing such a thing was a sign of too much pride, but Bugs had always believed that one couldn't truly understand Ki and the Way of the Carrot if one didn't have a sense of ones self. And his self looked pretty good when it got dried out. He took off his hat - it was nothing overly fancy but it was well made and carried a bit of style. He liked the bright red feather in it. It caught people off guard. He set his hat on the table and pulled a carrot out of his bag. Looking around before taking a bite he noted, "a carrot is the path to wisdom and all, but they got any food around here?" After chewing for a moment he offered the carrot to Wildred. "Good for the eyes, you know . . ."
"hes right you know" *claritas takes out a journal and starts skimming threw it.* "and im sure those color changing spectacles don't help with you knocking into things either."
*takes out quill and ink*
"its a pleasure to meet you Balliol i am Claritas. may i ask... are you in good health today?"
Halei looks curiously at Bugglesworth at his talk of carrots during their greeting. "You know I happen to like his glasses! It's not everyday you see something so odd!" She tells him and Claritas after listening to them speak. She then brings her attention back to the horns and jug that still sits in front of her and stares at them for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "You know these appeared out of thin air so I wonder if..." she trails of and she grasps a horn in one hand and the jug in the other. She brings them both to eye level, looking closely at them, and tries to pour herself a drink with the two empty containers.
Halei gestures with the jug as if pouring an imaginary drink into the horn. You all watch in amazement as the horn starts filling with liquid. Astonished by this happening, she slightly over-pours as the fluid spills onto the table. You all smell the sweet aroma of honey mead.
Your server returns to your table, and with just the hint of a smirk on his mouth, he says to Halei, "I trust you are enjoying your drink, Maam! But you haven't touched your food. I can recommend the wild mushroom stew."
"Maam", he gestures to Claritas with a large sack that has appeared from nowhere in the tips of his fingers. "Perhaps I can take care of... THAT!" and he looks at her blood-soaked apron.
Suddenly, behind you is a loud thud. You turn to see two satyrs standing over the small square table closest to the door, butting heads like combative goats. You watch as your server casually makes his way over to the two, "Please, Sirs, would you mind taking it outside!". With that, the two trot off through the front door.
The server returns to your table. Addressing Balliol's question, "Master will be with you shortly, Sir".
(ooc: There is an updated map of the Inn on the campaign page)
"My,my this is a cosy Inn indeed,nice to meet you Balliol was it Wildred Wardle at your service,pleased to make your acquaintance"
(Looking at Claritas mainly at the blood stained apron)
"And you are?"
Halei stares with amazement at the mead. "Oh that mushroom stew sounds amazing, but I think I am way too excited to eat" she tell him. While the others are talking Halei takes a generous sip from the horn and swings her lute back around to hang on her back. She stands up in her chair, looking over the inn. She hops down and wanders to each table mingling with the other guests and further exploring the Inn.
Bugs grinned as Halei got up. "I never said I didn't like his spectacles, only that they are a bit unusual." At that he looked at the horns in front of him with a quizzical look. "Kinda like these horns o' mead. I may have to give that a try. Unusual can be good." With that he attempted to pour himself a mug of mead from the "empty" horn. But it wasn't mead that flowed out of the mug. It was the orange ambrosia that so entranced him. Or at least it looked like it. His nose twitched as it sniffed at the edge of the horn. It smelled like it! He sipped. It was! Carrot juice! He grinned and drank some more. He swilled it around a bit as he wafted the sweet smell into his still twitching nose. This he had not expected! The trip could now safely be called a success!
He took another drink and swirled it around in his mouth to get the full flavor. He turned to Wildred of the colored spectacles. "It is carrot juice! A nice bit made with Golden McIntoshes from the highlands down underburrow way if I'm not mistaken." He took another sip. "They have a nice earthy tone to them. Not as sweet as the Honeycrisps, of course, but subtle. And with an almost berry like flavor in the background. Where would they get Golden McIntoshes around here?" He looked around as if expecting to find a carrot stash somewhere in the room when he again noticed his companions eyewear. "Wildred, of the at-your-service gang, you do have some interesting spectacles. I swear they are sort of the color of a good Downwillow Carrot right about now . . ." He trailed off while looking at the Wildred's eyeware.
Realizing he might be being a bit rude, he stopped and took another sip. "Now, somebody said something about a mushroom stew." He carefully reached out and took one of the three pronged forks. It was time to experiment a bit since their host did not seem to be around to answer questions. He poked the fork into one of the horns, being sure to hold it upright. He poked into the middle of the table a bit. It might look odd, but he had a sneaking suspicion that somewhere around here there was a savory mushroom stew. It took a lot of concentration to look casual while poking around for invisible food!
After a minute of poking around he looked at the now slightly bent fork in his hand and shrugged his shoulders. Looking at his two tablemates he asked, "any ideas?"