Wow, someone almost became a father tonight. 

Bruvir was in no mood to be a voyeur, and scowling, left his quite comfortable seat for a spot on the other side of the room; out of eye and ear shot of whatever was going on.  This unfortunately brought him much closer to the screeching these dwarves called music.  His mood worsened...

Kasha's talking to you the whole time.

"...and then they're gonna make little dragon babies, and how does THAT work out?? How does the biology even WORK with something like that? Like, does fertilization work the same?? And then, what do they hatch like!? Are they're people inside?! Or dragons? What if.."

And this continues on for many minutes.

Feliara looked at Kasha, trying to contain her laughter, before she took out her ritualistic knife. She held it close to her heart and waited a bit, closing her eyes but not letting her smile fade away. Once she managed to suppress her laughter, she spoke almost whispering.

"Give me a second, my love, I'm calling an expert"

"A sexpert?"

"Please don't give him ideas for another title"

She said before the ghost of her husband appeared beside her, rocking a proud smile and crossing his arms as he was the most powerful being in that plane of existence. He did a brief reverence and looked at Kasha, turning his smile to a warmer one.

"Sexpert? Never thought of that! Love it, little girl! So, you wanna learn about the kids that your friend and that scalie bastard are gonna have, aight?"

Feliara's face showed that she already regretted that decision.

"Easy, because both are humans right now, Zeli... Zelifurnace? The dragon would have half-elf, elf, or human kids, as both bodies, male and female, are designed to make those babies! Can't imagine a humanoid popping out a dragon egg, can ya'?"

The Dragonborn did a brief pause to look at the elf and enjoyed the sight of Feliara being embarrassed, as if it was a statue made of pure gold.

"'But where's the dragon part?', you might be asking to yourself. Easy, what goes from the dragon is the magic that might make the kid manifest scales, dragon eyes, wings, tail... Who knows? Magic's like love, beautiful and unstable! And never try to pop out babies not in the form they were originated, as I said, magic's weird and can do really weird things."

After that long explanation, Fafner inhaled exaggeratedly even though he didn't need air to "live". He then walked towards Kasha and threw an arm around the half-elf, looking at Feliara.

"That beautiful elf can teach you how to do it in bed, she was really good at it but now she must be a bit rusty"

"HEY! Hlandbrenndu! I'll let you know that I'm not rusty on that topic! Now stop perverting Kasha and go back to the hell you came from"

"Easy on the swearing, and as you command! And Kasha, ask her about the reverse praying mantis"

After that, the ghost disappeared with the sound of a gust of wind together with some leaves, similar to Feliara's spells. The elf was red as a tomato, filled with indignation and embarrassment. She wondered how did she marry that man a few times, whispering curses in a bunch of weird languages before she looked at Kasha.

"You got your answers, honey. Happy with them?"

"Easy, because both are humans right now, Zeli... Zelifurnace?
"Zelifarna."
"The dragon would have half-elf, elf, or human kids, as both bodies, male and female, are designed to make those babies! Can't imagine a humanoid popping out a dragon egg, can ya'?"
"Yes."
"'But where's the dragon part?', you might be asking to yourself. Easy, what goes from the dragon is the magic that might make the kid manifest scales, dragon eyes, wings, tail... Who knows? Magic's like love, beautiful and unstable!"
"Wait.."
And never try to pop out babies not in the form they were originated, as I said, magic's weird and can do really weird things."
"Yeah, but I.."
"That beautiful elf can teach you how to do it in bed, she was really good at it but now she must be a bit rusty"
"OOh! What? Ah?"
"Easy on the swearing, and as you command! And Kasha, ask her about the reverse praying mantis"
"Are we still talking about dragons?"
"You got your answers, honey. Happy with them?"
"What the **** just happened?"

As it was usual for him, the dragonborn ignored Kasha's questions and didn't appear again. That string of words was fast as lightning and didn't even give Kasha the opportunity to object anything. It seemed almost like an explosion of questionable knowledge. Feliara sighed and looked towards the tavern before crossing her arms.

"Are we still talking about dragons?"

"No, he was talking about bed things"

"What the **** just happened?"

"You wanted answers and I did the best I could. I know it was... Lame, but he was the most knowledgeable person I know about that topic. And yeah, he did the disappearing trick even when he was alive"

Bruvir at this point, alone at a table near the stage, is quickly making his way from tipsy to drunk; hoping that his inebriation would improve the sound quality of the band.  Though more testing was required, it didn't seem like this particular theory was going to pan out.

With pleasure, Sylivar does his absolute best to ensure Zelifarna's time was worthwhile spent. After spending some quality time getting acquainted with Zelifarna - and ensuring the ten percent wasn't taken out of child support payments, Sylivar rephrases his question mid-cuddle...hoping Zelifarna was satisfied by the experience and the Dwarves down below were still up for being paid. "Negotiating with you has been a pleasure, Zelifarna - yet I am afraid negotiating any longer may risk our chances of being the first at the vault we seek. Have you reconsidered? If it helps the decision, I will always be available for future 'negotiations'..."

"Name your terms." she purrs, ready for another round. The dwarves, below, wrap up their performance. "How the hell are we going to get a unicorn?" Kasha burps.

"Consider myself a substitute for the cost," he whispers, voice charmingly low and seductive. "Should you ever desire companionship, I will be available to serve your whims and desires." He notices Zelifarna's eagerness and grins. "You'll find I'm more renewable than coins, Zelifarna." 

"We shall see." she purrs in retort. The door slams open, and Kasha, hands on hips, looking somewhat upset and confused, yells out, "Are you two making dragon babies?!"

"I believe that's my cue, Zelifarna. I must leave for now...should you desire my presence, you know where to find me." With a quick smile, Sylivar hurriedly dresses and prepares to embark on the next journey to the quest for half a million dragons. 

Once he reconvenes with the rest of the party, Sylivar suggests: "Has anyone spoken with the performers? I'm making progress on that ten percent. Poor Bruvir - he's drunk again, isn't he?" 

"Oh, yes I do." Zeli confirmed, and you knew that you would.

Kasha looked at both Syl and Zeli with curiosity and something else.

"I don't think so! Now's the time! Bye Zeli!"

And Zeli, in the bed, waved back. "Farewell for now, my child."

Roll for Drunkenness!!! (1-33: relatively sober, 34-66: functional drunk, 67-100: out cold) - 92  (functional drunk it is!!)

Bruvir, at least 6 mugs in at this point and looking a bit disheveled, glared angrily at the dwarves as they wrapped up their performance.  Before they could even get off the stage, Bruvir stood up and wobblily made his way over to the performance stage.  "Oi, you sorry excuses for music...  I need you to play a song... 'Your... Ugly Beady Face' so that I can finally get ahold of the treas-... err, ahold of what I need to get big and strong again.  Name your dragons... price.  Name your price!!"  He then stared at them awkwardly as he swayed gently from side to side, confidently thinking that he had just about wrapped up the second key needed to get ahold of the treasure.

"Oi, you sorry excuses for music...  I need you to play a song... 'Your... Ugly Beady Face' so that I can finally get ahold of the treas-... err, ahold of what I need to get big and strong again.  Name your dragons... price.  Name your price!!" 

The performers approach. "Were you talkin' to us?" they ask, more innocently than angry.

"I think he means we'll pay you for a performance, eh?" Syl grins with a sweep of his arm as he appears nearby the performers. Several gold pieces are tantalizingly cradled within his palm. "No questions asked, good pay. How about it?" 

"You had our curiosity. Now you have our attention. Or, however that line goes. Whatever. How much? Where, and when?" One of the dwarves asks.

"Bucchhhh, you smell like angry." Kasha wrinkled her nose at Bruvir.

The elf approached them and stopped beside Syl, resting her forearm on his shoulder as she leaned slightly on him. She crossed her legs and raised an eyebrow, not even bothering to hide a smile before talking with extreme politeness.

"Excuse my little friend, he's the muscle of the group. We offer fifty dragons for the performance and up to a hundred if you don't ask any questions. Such amazing artists like you deserve an amazing sum of gold like that, and I think that it's time for you to get paid properly."

Her smile disappeared as she stopped leaning on his friend and rested her hands on her hips.

"It's a really delicate situation, and if you don't follow the rules once you accept your job, you'll be met with deadly force. Obviously, the rules are easy and it's not something that you should worry about... Just keep in mind."