The biggest problem with the pervert (Timbathy) is that he is 8 years old. He is apparently the champion of a god of "henti". I don't know what that is but he apparently hears voices that tell him about very veil things. He's also seems to be into me. I know look quite young but 75 is still to old for him. His father tries to keep him away from me because i'm a "bad influence". Scarlet says. she gasps for air and continues with her complaints. Then he puts the child with the thief. I don't know about you but I think that a thief would be a worse influence than I am. Then Timbathy tries to get me into a maid outfit. That's not my style. I have self respect. With that she finally notices that Yerandell is playing a lyre. Woah you know how to play those things! When I was younger, 20 or so my father tried to get me to learn how to play those things. But I wanted to be a hero  like in the stories my father used to tell me. I have all of the stories that I remember from him in this book here. She takes out her book quickly to show the dwarf but then puts it back. But then 5 years later I had to leave..... Don't ask why. But anyways I fled to the druids. They taught me their ways. Then about 10 years later I left them and went on my path to become a hero. I tried my best to become one but I couldn't do it alone. For 39 years I went around trying to join a group of adventurers. I was always rejected of kicked out once they no longer needed it. Then before I gave up on my dreams I met my current party. Am I boring you? I'm sorry if I am. But anyways the whole point of this rant was to tell you that i'm somewhat jealous about your presumed skill with that thing. Scarlet takes sometime to catch her breath. 

"you are completely fine. It is always a join to hear peoples stories. It can be a grand statement of religion, how they came to find their belief, or how they became who they are today."  The dwarf takes a moment to collect his thoughts, then continues. "This is actually a very interesting lyre. because it is, in fact, one has a base frame of iron covered in wood. Now, I know that may seem strange, and I have had plenty of looks when I tell people that, but I usually only have this and my raid bag over my shoulder. But the best part is to see the faces of bandits when one of their party has their chest crushed by a lyre that didn't break." This brings a smile to his face from the remembrance of a long distant memory. "What are you reading? it appears well-worn. Do you like dogs? I don't mean to freak you out anymore, but I have my mastiff in my bag. I was hoping to let him get some fresh air here if it is alright with you." The dwarf gives a sheepish smile, then looks around to see if he can see his food, but being a dwarf, he can't see into the kitchen past the giant.

At the mention of a dog, Cloud starts keeping an eye on the bag. She doesn't have the domestic cat hatred of dogs, and she's used to them after years of dealing with all sorts of creatures with cities, but she still doesn't like to be surprised by them. Tym, could I get a slice or two of Schwarzwälderkirsch? It's just so delicious! Oh, and maybe also some stew?

I don't mind your dog. Honestly I think that it would be pleasant to have another furry presence. Scarlet says  This is the book in which most of my fathers stories are recorded. I am currently copying down my favorite story down for Thekla.

"alright. He is trained, so he will stay near me unless I tell him otherwise." Yerandell opens up his bag and says "come on out, big boy. Stay near me so as not to frighten everyone." He then lays the opening on the floor. Suddenly a big furry snout pops out of the bag, followed by a big furry mop of a dog. He comes out fully and checks out the room that he just entered. He then walks in a circle and sits back on his haunches. Even sitting the dog sits as tall as the dwarf in the booth. "George, can you hand me the bone he had? Thank you." A femur of indiscernible origin comes out of the bag and the mastiff starts gnawing on it happily. "I'm sorry, but I have yet to name him, is there anything you could think of for him?

Thekla, who currently works the shift, hands a fine plate with a big slice of Schwarzwälderkirsch to Cloud. „There you go, hun. I‘m sorry, if I‘m mostly in the kitchen, it‘s a bit overwhelming! Oh, by the way.“ she addresses Yerandell „Of course, here‘s your food and ale. And there was a bard here yesterday, I don‘t know if he‘s still around somewhere. But feel free to play and I‘m sure people will offer some coin in exchange.“

"Thank you for the food," Yerandell says with a smile. He soon finishes his food and gives the scraps to the dog on the floor. After, he pulls out a small change purse from his beard and puts it on the table and starts strumming his instrument. His tune starts in mournful notes and has an old dwarvish melody to it.

Cloud starts on her cake. It's quite alright, need any help back there? I'm happy to come help once I finish this.

Scarlet takes out her book, a quill, ink, and some parchment and starts copying down the story for Thekla. She ask's Yerandell Can you play something more happy or up beat? It would be greatly appreciated because this book brings back some memories. and They aren't all that good.

"Of course. I learned this one from cousins of mine that are in a gold mine near a lake. He told me it was about a halfling he once knew who hated broken things, and had a complete order in his house, so they started this song as they cleaned out his food cabinet. He hates it." the dwarf starts strumming on his lyre in an upbeat tune  and starts to sing,

Blunt the knives, bend the forks smash the bottles and burn the corks, chip the glasses and crack the plates, that's what the little halfling hates! Cut the cloth, tread on the fat, leave the bones on the bedroom mat, pour the milk on the pantry floor, splash the wine on every door!

(ooc): I understand that this is an actual song, but please don't be mad, I thought this was a good one to sing at a tavern and be sung by a dwarf

Done! Scarlet says excitedly It's done. She quickly walks over to the kitchen to try and get the story to Thekla.

Thekla is happy to see Scarlet managed to copy the story. „Oh, thank you dear. I probably won‘t be able to read it right now, but I‘m probably taking a break later, so I‘ll have a short read then.“

From the dimly lit corner, out of thin air the shape of Adalwulf starts to fade in, because he moved out of his basket and is no longer invisible. He still looks very sleepy but he blinks the tiredeness away. Smiling at the dwarven bard and happily applauding at the end of the song.

"Thank you." The dwarf says with a smile. "If there are any requests later, I would gladly play them, but for now, I am going to take a little bit of a nap. Come on doggo!" And with that, he sets his knapsack in a corner, opens the top to let the dog jump in, then takes his lyre and disappears into the sack. Soon afterward, deep snoring can be heard coming from the opening.

Outside the tavern there is a sudden sound of dozens of chickens clucking, a thump of something falling, the sound of spells being cast, and then silence. A miniature lizardfolk dressed in the bones of several zombies fashioned into accessories over his purple robes enters the tavern. He immediately walks up the wall and surveys the room from the ceiling, as if under the effect of spider climb, and shouts ”Whoolio up here!” and an owl flies into the bar and circles in the air below the  Lizardfolk. “Whoolio find out which of these people is on the lunch menu, and bring me some milk and whatever you want” he says to the owl as if it both understood him and was capable of doing any of the requested actions. “Oh yeah, you’re an owl this time so you can’t copy my speech, nevermind.” 

After all the ruckus outside, the dwarf wakes up and comes out of his bag. "Hello up there! And how are you today, mr. lizardfolk?" And with that, he heads up to the bar to order more food. 

“I’m alive and dont need immediate sustenance at the moment, how are you?” He says awkwardly, as if unused to speaking about feelings. The lizardfolk drops down from the ceiling, landing awkwardly, and inspects the dwarf up close. ”Hmmm, i have a hard time telling you meatbags apart by sight, but I think you might not be the same little boulder I almost died helping are you? May I?” He puts his hand on the dwarf’s arm and does a motion almost as if he’s going to bite or at least gnaw on the dwarf’s arm. 

"Ummm, yes, you may, but I would like to keep this arm. I rather like to keep all of my appendages attached to the thing that keeps them moving." And with that, he sticks out his arm but keeps his eyes on the lizardfolk.

The lizardfolk takes a small bite, not enough to hurt, but possibly enough to leave a light mark. After contemplating for a few seconds, he grows in size to that of a regular lizarfolk and does what might be a lizarfolk's version of a smile. "Ah the potion has ended, back to normal size for now. And i see you are not the legged rock i knew before. Hmm... I should probably give you my name yes? My last group called me Feyzilla, what with Oberon being my patron and frightening  presence when I channel the fear of the fey. What is yours?" As he speaks to the dwarf, he pulls some bones out of his pack and starts to mend them back together over the course of a few minutes, turning the bones back into a chair. The bones resemble that of a humanoid. "Evil Cultist bones make the best chairs in my experience, although i've yet to try orc bones..."

"I am called Yerandell. I am hoping to find some work here or an adventuring party to join. So far though, it has been great company and even better food. If you would want some food, I would suggest the stew and ale, or the cake"

Cloud finishes her cake and pads over to Yerandell and Feyzilla. I agree, the cake is marvelous. You met another dwarf recently? Where? Was it in this forest, or outside of it?