Ivor takes the large hand of Garon and shakes it while introducing himself "I am Ivor Stormwarden, you should be expecting my friends and I.  We were sent here by Lady Hucrele."

He follows the man to the bar and asks for a bottle of the strongest stuff he's got.

Garon starts pouring drinks for everyone, he eyes up Fin and gives a gruff sounding blow of air that rattles through his whiskers and pours the lad a drink. "Aye, I am expecting you lot, I say. Lady Hurcrele is most upset by her only children, though adults, missing to that bastardly outpost, I say." 

(OOG I'm on my laptop at home so voice lines will not be color coded until I am at my work station tomorrow. Sorry, but y'all will be able to manage :P ) 

"Herus, go let the lady know that her company is well met and waiting, I say. Hurry up, lad."  he says to a young man no more than 13 washing the floor behind the bar. The child leaves the bar as more and more villagers come and buy some fine spiced wine. "Hoo hoo, I say, there's enough to go around, my friends, enough to go around, I say," He looks to you lot and continues, "Your friend has made this quite the happy hour, you can find a table over there and if you need a place to lay your head, I say, there's no place better than here. A few coins and maybe some more songs will foot the bill." He goes around attending to his customers, pouring drinks and taking very little coin in return. 

Some of the villagers are paying their new entertainer, some coins have found their way to the table she is dancing on, along with 3 eggs, a silver fork and a fox skin hat, suited just fine for a halflings head. 

(OOG Give me a DEX roll, Bree. Let's see how amazing your juggling skills are. )

( :) )

Fin takes his ale, and looks at it hesitantly. He tries to drink it really fast, not trying to look like this was his first drink.

OOC: 10 on the drinking roll 

Fin tips up his ale and slams it all the way down, with only a few drops rolling down his chin. 

Bree is dancing on the table when she scoops up some eggs placed in front of her and start juggling them like she was breathing. They flawless fly through the air in loops and counter loops, around some patrons heads, and even behind her back. The crowd. Goes. Wild. 

Garon walks over to you and says, "My my, I say. I haven't seen such talent in all my years. Please, take a break and enjoy some wine, ON THE HOUSE." He says the last part loudly, as if to get the attention of the crowd. The crowd parts and makes a pathway to the bar, to a seat designed for the halflings in the area. "I do say, I say, you have earned yourself a drink and some cheap rooms, if you choose to stay."

(OOG hahaha haha ha...lol) 

Ivor takes his drink and moves to one of the tables and rests his maul against it as he sits.  He chuckles at the antics of Bree and listens to the crowd around him.

(OOG perception roll on the crowd to see if anything or anyone seems out of place 15+2=17)

Fin slams his empty flask of ale on the counter, amazed by how well that went, "Another" he shouts with excitement. 

(OOG GF has the laptop for her finals project, am trying to use this one my phone...let me read up... and OMG!!! A dice roller on here! YESSSSS!!! Woooo!!!)

Ivor, nothing seems out of place here. Everyone seems like happy, normal villagers enjoying the company of adventurers and the spectacular bard. 

Garon smiles at you Fin and pours you another, "This ones free, I say, if you can slam it as well as the last, I say!" He slides your pint to you. 

Fin looks ready to take the challenge. 14

+3

"Well, lad, I didn't think you could handle your drink but you showed me, I say." He laughs jollily, a laugh that shakes the room. You can feel this one. A little buzzed you are but nothing that will affect you. 

Fin laughs along with him, he gradually stops laughing and begins to speak, "I must ask you, do you no anything of what...uh...the lady wants us to do" he says.