See, I was thinking more along the lines of 15 ;-)

Looking at my DM Guide rn, there aren't any poisons here that require a DC 20, I doubt that a drink could be that strong, lol. DC 15 protects from Wyvern Poison, a 7d6 (average 24.5 damage)

“Uhh...who has?” Nara whispers as she follows

Stealth: 3

(oh boy. Not good)

Nara stubs her toe on a rock and lets out a loud whispered infernal expletive

(It's also the strongest in the bar. And with a name like 'Dragon's Fire', it's gotta be on the high end.)

(Strongest poison listed is Purple Worm Poison it has a DC 19 and deals 42 (12d6) damage if it isn't resisted and half as much if it is. I just think 20 is too high.

Ether, on the other hand, has a DC 15 and knocks you out if you fail, I think that's closer to the effects of a very stiff drink)

Nara, Morthos, something big is splashing toward you, the element of surprise is apparently lost. Daisy freezes for a moment she will fight or fly but she'll do neither alone.

Morthos looks at this weird women and looks to Nara and has a sepeease conversation: 

"Nara... Who is that? And wasn't she just a tigress and how is she not?"

Morthos through out occasionally looks over at her in a confused/ curious fashion.

After procuring a room, Sha'kar goes to it and locks the door behind him, then sets up to perform a ritual, with the brazier in the middle of a circle laid out on the floor.  Over the next 70 minutes, he chants and feeds the charcoal, incense, and herbs he had purchased into the flames of the brazier.  Finally, as the ritual finishes, the flames in the brazier flare up, so bright as to be almost blinding, then vanish.  As the brilliant light fades, Sha'kar sees an owl hovering above the brazier.  He holds out a hand and the fey creature and the owl glides down and lands on his wrist.  "Thank you for answering my call," Sha'kar whispers.  He stands and stretches, then dismisses the owl again for the time being while he heads down and finds a seat at the bar, ordering an ale.

Morthos, Daisy is a Tiger again, trying to keep quiet. However between the two girls sneezing, stubbing their toes and honking heads. They have been detected.

A large Black creature is rushing your position.

Sha'kar you arrive at your room. It is very spacious but not very fancy. There is plenty of room for all of the other bunks and lockers many of which are currently occupied. You find a storage closet and are able to bar the door while you perform your ritual.

(Unless you went to an inn in town, which you are welcome to, of course.)

Morthos has no clue who this person is: "Hey lady! What is that?!"

Morthos aims at the black creature. 

Grianne smiles down at Eldin as he wakes up and replys. Yes. 

Eldin gets up and says, "Sorry about the date. It feels like there's always an interruption of some kind when we go out on town. Not out on the wilderness though."

Alright so I’ve thought about the drink, basically you need to beat a 20 to not get piss drunk and if you fail that by or more 5 you just black out

(Ill take being sloshed over being out 10 gold any day 😂)

Temiki slams the bottle down on the counter and her boisterous laugh carries across the common room of the tavern, "Now that is a drink!"

She extends her hand across the table to grasp the bartenders. "Your kind knows how to make them!"

Mason doesn't look so good. His first drink! He points to mazara. This man, this man will paaay fr dis, yeh! Hi sh drink! He bolts it away to his room where he locks the door and passes out drunk.

“You damn... beeeat they do”

(Steals my drink, and then tries to make pay for it? Hah! No. >:| )

Mazara snorts and shakes his head. "The only drink I'm paying for is one the one I originally ordered. Speaking of! How much for the whole bottle of the second finest?" Mazara asks, eye balling the selection behind the dragonborn. 

"it's eh, you know about 5 gold, a fine, elviish wine, good eh stuff, hehe"

Temiki watches as Mason runs off without paying his tab. Her stoic visage slowly gives way to a toothy smile as she smacks the bar, rolling with laughter.

She leans back on her barstool and says "I... feel like I could besht Gruumshhh himself! Ha!" She turns around to look at the Glory's main floor, "I'll prove it too! Five gold saysh I could take any one of yoush barehanded. Man, woman, dglinkarz, whatever!"

Marvarax simply sighed and sat down a stool behind the bar, ready to call in ""the muscle"" if a fight broke out