Hob's chance of remembering he wanted to talk to "Fosco" after he disappeared into the corner: 11

OOC: LOL, nope!

As Archibald disappears into a corner across the tavern, Hob lowers the cane he was waving and replaces it at his side. Again, it stands on its own next to the chair. Hob sighs and begins looking around the tavern as if looking for someone.

Nine nods, looking up gratefully at the healing, but more interested in the description of the Taverns defenses. It would have been quite like Nim to find a way to circumvent such safeguards.

he sighs, perhaps getting him to leave was precisely the plan.

 Dusk examines Nine's wounds, and asks "Is it okay to touch you? I will need to put pressure on some sensitive points of your body to channel your Ki into self-healing your body."

Cloud nods reassuringly. It's a really fascinating way to heal, and feels pretty good too. Dusk has helped me out a few times when I've come back with wounds from little jobs that I do to help out around here.

Archibald watches on in wonder at the healing act. For a brief moment, there is nothing for him to mutter, and there is some moment of tranquility in his soul. Healing magic was always beyond his grasp, even during his years serving the Temple of Ioun. And he never lost his childlike wonder for the art.

Dusk touches key points on Nine's body, putting gentle pressure on them. Swirls of light beneath his dark fur can be seen. His paws feel warm like a summer breeze, then cool as a creek in spring. Almost immediately when he begins the procedure, Nine can feel a wave of energy wash over him, coming from his innermost reserves of joy. Washing away sorrow and pain. 

The door opens and a dwarf wearing innumerable forks and spoons instead of interlocking rings for chainmail rattles through the door. Clang, clang, jingle, clang, jingle as he walks in.

"Oh! The culinary gods have mercy! A wounded here in this infamous tavern?!"

He runs over to the wounded, forks and spoons rattling and jingling all over his body as he runs and joins in the healing, "Allow me to assist" He takes out herbs and rubs them on the wounds. Cure Wounds 11

After assisting he stands up and wipes his brow. "Woo, didn't expect that!" He takes a bottle of mysterious liquid and takes a swig from it then wipes his mouth, spoons on his armor rattling, then replaces the cork and attaches it back to his belt.

*Description* The dwarf is smaller in statue than most dwarves, and has a carefree expression on his face most of the time. Instead of chainmail, he wears armor covered in various forks and spoons of all shapes and sizes that still functions as chainmail. He wears an oversized meat tenderizer on his back in place of a Warhammer and a sharpened baby spoon for a dagger. He has auburn red hair with a full, red beard tied into various knots and all over his belt you see pouches of spices and bottles of unknown liquids.

Archibald, utterly fascinated by this new arrival, finally crawls out of his shadow and cautiously shuffles closer to the flatware-clad dwarf. "Hrng, hrrnnnn" he laughs... a choking, chortling laugh as he focuses on the jingling armor. "Spoons are for the hands. The hands control the healing. But how does the healing work from the head? The head must heal without the hands, but the magic comes through the hands. How does the magic come through the hands without the head? And the hands burn, like the rest of the body. Burning doesn't heal. Mustn't play with fire. Fire burns. Fire hurts. Hurting isn't healing," he mutters to himself as he skitters from table to table, "sneaking" up on the dwarf.

Scarlet who sort of spaced out. She notices that something is going on at the next table. I'll be right back "Hob". She walks over to the table where everyone else is standing around. So.. what did I miss?

OOC: What is the status of the storm?

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OOC: What is the status of the storm?

Are the windows closed so that there's no visibility (shuttered) or is it that there is glass or some other clear barrier so patrons can look out and watch?

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"Spoons are for the hands. The hands control the healing. But how does the healing work from the head? The head must heal without the hands, but the magic comes through the hands. How does the magic come through the hands without the head? And the hands burn, like the rest of the body. Burning doesn't heal. Mustn't play with fire. Fire burns. Fire hurts. Hurting isn't healing,"

Hob eyes the dwarf suspiciously as Krunchy extends a spoonful of the "butter" toward him. "What did you say this was?" he asks in his craggy voice.

"I said that it was stew, so if you wanna grow stronger, you have  to eat it all." The dwarf answers with a smile tugging at his lips.

OOC: Ha ha! Wrong dwarf. Hob was speaking to Krunchy. :)

Cloud looks up as Scarlet comes over. Some (she lets loose with a guttural tabaxi curse) came in here, threatened Nine, then blew up the table and teleported out.

Archibald snaps his eyes to focus on the spoonful of butter. Quick as he can, he jabs a filthy thumb into the butter and snaps his thumb into his mouth, licking and smacking while never taking his eyes off of Krunchy.

His brow and nose crinkle in confusion as he samples the creamy offer. "HAHA!" he shouts after he swallows. Then he moves closer towards the spoon of butter to inspect it further.

Sounds like a good time...

Cloud forces herself to take a deep breath, and is abruptly startled by Archibald's shout. What the-is that...butter? She then sees Krunchy. Are you wearing silverware? Sorry, did I miss something? I've been a bit...distracted for the last few minutes. Her eyes also go back to normal.