Kasha, her hands covering her ears, looks up to Bruvir and says, loudly, "What??"

Zeli, too, leans closer. "I couldn't agree more. I find dwarves the most humorous things. This music sends wilds bouts of passion coursing through me."

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Kasha, her hands covering her ears, looks up to Bruvir and says, loudly, "What??"

"I said..." Bruvir began before scowling as music suddenly became louder and worse somehow.  "Enough of this!!" he exclaimed loudly to the musicians before standing up on a chair and yelling out.  "I'll pay you 25 gold right now if you stop playing that racket and come over here!"  

Zeli jerks her head towards you and gives you a look like you just farted in her face. "Sit down and be quiet!"

The entire crowd boos you, and dry food is being thrown at you. Kasha, completely mortified, turns cherry red and melts into her chair and on to the floor, covering herself like a child practicing what to do in case of an earthquake in elementary school.

Like a "villain" from WrestleMania, Bruvir seemed to grow emboldened as the shower of boos descended upon him.  He could care less about what the crowd thought of him as long as none of them tried to get in-between himself and his treasure.  Pulling out his warhammer, he swatted some food away from him as he shouted, "Yeah, yeah, quite your hollering you tone-deaf fools.  If you have a problem with me, feel free come right here and tell it to my face.  Otherwise be quiet!  And you!" he paused as he pointed his hammer at the dwarves, "...I need a word with you three."   

• Intimidation if needed (advantage due to racial trait): 18/ 16  

(Abrupt comedic scene change to outside. Bruvir is roughly pushed outside by some unseen person, sprawling to the ground.) 

"I said." Zeli appears at the doorway, dusting her hands off. "Sit down. Good boy. Now. If you can't behave while i'm enjoying the performance and my meal with Sylivar, then you shall have to wait outside like the untrained mongrel you are. Should you grow some manners and patience, you may enter again. Understand?"

And she walks back inside. A few moments later, the performance continues.

"I swear I'll go mad with all of you. Kasha cover your... I don't know if I should say ears or eyes. Let's don't try to make a scene, that goes for you, Bruvir. We'll ask when they finish and that's it. And we won't screw Syl's date, got it?"

The elf seemed rather annoyed by the events that were unfolding. She hugged Kasha with one arm and looked at the other member of the party with a condescending look. The last thing they wanted was attention and it seemed like they were doing completely the opposite.

Syl opens his mouth to crack another witty joke before Bruvir interrupted the performance. Syl watches with amused curiosity as Bruvir is thrown from the tavern, presumably by Zelifarna. He waves for the bartender and throws another few gold down. "Chocolate covered peanuts for the scared one. She doesn't go to places like this often. It's a coping method of hers, I guess."  Returning back to the scene, Syl can't help but look impressed and slowly clap his hands in admiration as he watches Zelifarna return to the table. "Forgive my miniature friend, Zelifarna; he can be quite temperamental - and, frankly, anyone who doesn't appreciate some Dwarvish music really shouldn't be handling Dwarvish drinks. So - what were you saying about yourself? The words must have slipped my mind from the distraction - but I distinctly remember agreeing." Syl risks another grin - he knew he was riding a careful balance; the dragon could easily kill him if it wanted to, but perhaps Zelifera would settle for five percent if Syl plays his cards right...twenty five thousand gold was not an insignificant amount. 

"Chocolate covered peanuts for the scared one. She doesn't go to places like this often. It's a coping method of hers, I guess." 
Kasha popped her head out from under the table. "What the? It's not a coping method, they're just delicious!"

"Forgive my miniature friend, Zelifarna; he can be quite temperamental - and, frankly, anyone who doesn't appreciate some Dwarvish music really shouldn't be handling Dwarvish drinks. So - what were you saying about yourself? The words must have slipped my mind from the distraction - but I distinctly remember agreeing." 

"So very rude, that one. I have lived in Waterdeeps harbor under the sea for many lifetimes. I have seen the city flourish and grow. Many people have come and gone. This is simply another page turning in the great book of the cosmos." She turns to the camera, like a commercial. "What will you write?" She then turns back to Syl. "Enough about me. I want to know about you. The music stirs my soul, and I am feeling generous tonight. Order me dinner. I wish to eat and have my fill of things I enjoy."

Bruvir stewed outside for a few minutes after being rudely and embarrassingly thrown out of the bar by the dragon.  Though he wanted the gold more than anything, he seriously contemplated walking into the bar, enlarging and smashing the haughty dragon a few times with his heavy Maul.  Though incredibly tempted, he was pretty sure he wouldn't survive the fight should it come to that (though he almost didn't care).  Eventually walking back into the bar, he glared evilly at the dragon before plopping himself back down unceremoniously into his seat next to Kasha and Feli.  The terrible racket that dragon considered music grating on his ears and worsening his mood further, he ordered an incredible amount of alcohol to compensate while radiating a "don't f**k with me" aura around him.  While he waited, he kept reminding himself why he was here and why he shouldn't smash everyone and everything in the bar.  It was working for the time being, but if that screeching they called music continued to go on much longer, who knew what he'd do.

Syl raises a brow, elbow propped against the ale-stained table as he enjoys a sip of quality wine. "Enough about you? I don't know a person who couldn't have enough of you, Zelifarna - but more about me, as you wish." Syl smiles and gestures for a waiter to bring the most expensive item on the menu. A night's indulgence was well worth what could potentially be made. "The costs are all on me, of course. What else is there to know about me? I'm just an elf who rolls with the punches. Quite literally. I happened to stumble on this adventure with some friends - and, well, here I am, hiring dwarvish music by word of an aboleth and having dinner with a dragon." Syl flashes his usual grin. "And what else do you plan on enjoying tonight?" 

"I plan on enjoying the rest of this performance, having a meal with you, learning more about you, and then putting these three to bed so that you and I can get more acquainted privately. It has been many, many decades since I have enjoyed the joys of human entertainment and companionship. After all, I plan on getting every dragon's worth of fun for giving you one of my scales."

"Are you guys gonna fu--" Kasha began, but Feli slapped her hand on Kasha's mouth.

The dwarves finished their first song to the eruption of applause. The second song began and your meals arrived. Kasha's eyes bugged out and she began eating as messily as socially possible without making a scene.

"What did we say about being rude, Kasha? Don't interrupt their date or we're taking the 10% out of your part"

Feliara said rather annoyed as she kept an eye on their small friend, trying to predict if he was going to do another stupid and disruptive thing. She didn't enjoy being there but they needed those damn musicians. Closing her eyes, the elf wished that she learned the bagpipes when she had the chance, but maybe in the future she'd try it again. Feliara looked at the food when it got served and smiled when she saw that Kasha would have her mouth too full to anger the dragon with her phrases, hopefully, Syl would have a pleasant night where magic wouldn't be involved.

"Oi, Bruvir, my friend. Why don't you ask our beloved Zelifarna, when she gets a bit of free time, if she knows a way to make you... Big again? Dragons are really wise, and they know tons of magic. Maybe it'll cost you only half of your part!"

Still scowling, he turned to Feli and said rather angrily in between drinks, "I'd rather live in the filthiest Hill Giant hovel then ask that dragon for even more aid."  Turning back to the performance as a harmony was wildly out of tune (to the delight of the crowd), Bruvir scowled again and said to himself, "When in all the Hells are they going to be finished!?!"  

Internally, Syl winces as the noises of the Dwarvish performers erupt once again. Being raised in Elven nobility granted him certain expectations about music. What he was hearing could only be called 'music' by a stretch. He ignores Bruvir's jeers and Kasha's comment, instead locking gaze with Zelifarna. He reaches a hand upwards to trace Zelifarna's cheek - seeking to prevent her from turning towards the noise and capture her eyes with his own amber hues. "And how much do those joys matter to you?" he muses, tantalizingly biting his lower lip. "One percent of our profits? Two? Five? You have given us one of your scales, Zelifarna - consider it an exchange. I would be more than happy to provide the companionship you desire - and much more." He grins. When in Waterdeep. "You won't be disappointed." 

"What did we say about being rude, Kasha? Don't interrupt their date or we're taking the 10% out of your part"
"Sheesh, ok. Sheesh." she muttered.

"And how much do those joys matter to you?" he muses, tantalizingly biting his lower lip. "One percent of our profits? Two? Five? You have given us one of your scales, Zelifarna - consider it an exchange. I would be more than happy to provide the companionship you desire - and much more." He grins. When in Waterdeep. "You won't be disappointed." 

"Then ravage me as I desire, and we re-negotiate my share - based on your..performance." And at your touch, she can no longer contain herself, sexually, and tackles you to the ground with surprising speed and strength. Her sudden activity causes nearby onlookers to watch, and Kasha to gasp very loudly, as if she was correct all along. She glares at Feli. 

"See?!" Kasha exclaims. "I told you!"

Feliara rapidly covered Kasha's eyes and looked disapprovingly at the other elf. After she made sure he saw her, she turned her head towards Bruvir and with a soft nod told him that they were going to be outside. Standing up fast, and still covering the young half elf's eyes, the bard headed outside grunting and cursing in various languages.

"The wonders of being young. F... Goddamn dragons and their weird attitudes."

Even Syl was caught off guard. Huh. It seems dragons weren’t quite self-conscious creatures. That or Zelifarna was really craving him. Either way, Syl quells his initial shock before devilishly laughing and dragging himself and Zelifarna upwards towards the private rooms offered in the tavern - he throws a handful of gold mid-stride towards the barkeep to cover the costs of their troubles - all the meanwhile still complying to Zelifarna’s advances. He catches Feliara’s withering glare from the corner of his eye and treats her with a wink before being promptly whisked away by the dragon. It was time for some well-timed ‘negotiations’. Bruvir better be happy. Sylivar knew what he was doing when he accepted the initial ten percent offer. 

Definitely some time later, Sylivar descends the flight of steps, presumably linked with Zelifarna at the elbow. A comical grin lies on his features. He couldn’t believe his luck or what just happened. “So, Zelifarna - have you come to a decision? Oh, before you do…I would be happy to ‘negotiate’ with you whenever you feel like it.” 

Definitely some time later, Sylivar descends the flight of steps, presumably linked with Zelifarna at the elbow. A comical grin lies on his features. He couldn’t believe his luck or what just happened. “So, Zelifarna - have you come to a decision? Oh, before you do…I would be happy to ‘negotiate’ with you whenever you feel like it.” 

"No. First you please me, then we discuss your terms."

She slipped off her clothes and took you to the bed, where you better not have come before the sun did.

Three rolls. Foreplay, intercourse, and pullout game. I don't care which skill you use. Humor us. Anything above a 10 is satisfactory.

(That comment was meant to be after the whole thing, haha. Let’s see how this goes.)

“As you wish,” Syl grins, following suit and doing his best to show Zelifarna a good, wild time. 

Roll 1 - generally getting a sense of how Zelifarna is feeling. Insight? 18
Roll 2 - Acrobatics. Let’s do this. 7
Roll 3 - Con save. 3