I'm looking for some sort of guitar do you have any of those? Or a Bandora?

"Of course, but I only have a few. I haven't seen one in a long while, and Don't come across it as often as other instruments." He walks over to a drawer in the wall, which, when opened, shows four completely different guitars. One is gilded rosewood, with handcrafted tuners on the end depicting all different things. One has gold leaf brushed onto the base of it, made out of ash, and looks old enough to be in a museum. Another is a bit plain looking as if it was bought from a store that had little elves slaving away to make a multitude. The last one looks used beyond repair, with scratches and buffs and nicks knocked out of it. "This one is interesting, THe man who was selling it said that the made who made it had found very unusual strings for it. One is spider silk, one is a giant cat's whisker, and the last one is, oddly enough, a sinew from a giant. It sounds gross, I know, but it was dried before use, but it is still pliable, for some odd reason."

Ooo.. I like the one with the gold leaf. Scarlet is looking quite excited.

"Alright, it is yours" Yerandell takes it out of the drawer with care, as if holding a child, and hands it to Scarlet. "Take care of this, because you never know when you may need it, and it may save your life one day." He gives her a smile tinged with sadness, as any musician knows, it is hard to give away an instrument, like giving away a child. He closes the drawer again, but not before taking out the worn out one and takes it to the stage in the tavern. " Ahem, sorry to interrupt this not so peaceful evening, but I have noticed that there are many bards congregating here, so if any want to join in, you can." And with that, he starts strumming on the guitar, releasing a sound so beautiful, it's a surprise that the instrument was able to make it. He begins singing in dwarvish,  and the music adds to the air, and the currents there swirl the notes around, creating a different place entirely. The dwarf's voice is soft and baritone but adds a calm to all who seem frightened by what is going on around them. The tavern inhabitants are transported far away, to a different time and place, on a sunny hill in the middle of spring. The flowers bloom, red, gold, orange, and purple. They can see a family resting on the hill, around what appears to be a picnic. The music continues on and follows the family throughout the day, until, as the sun sets, the cj=hildren are put to sleep and the parents relax by themselves in the living room.

Thank you.. Yerandell. I really do appreciate it.

Oh, people find this tavern when they need rest-it's part of its magic. You're looking for your nephew? I don't remember seeing another tabaxi come through recently, but he may have been here while I wasn't. Is there a particular reason you're looking for him, or is he just missing at the moment?

"Family business....was told to bring him home.  I think he in Feywild now....Maru feel sorry for the fey...." and he'll chuckle

Ooc flumped it

Oh really? Scarlet walks over to Sera and casts Produce Flame and sort of just plays with the flame in her hand.

Grigor, in all of his corpse-like glory, stumbles out of the fort.

Is there anybody here I have not yet met? I feel like I missed quite a few people while I was in my tent, and I have a thirst that can only be quenched by carbonated beverages.

Sorry guys I got to go! I'll be back! Scarlet leaves the tavern and vanishes .

 The door to the inn swings open. In the threshold stands a 5' 8" tall man with long Aquamarine hair and goatee. He's lean and muscular with symbols tattooed on most of what green tinted skin, one can see outside the supple blue-grey leather he wears. He slowly scans the main room with a distrustful glare in his blue eyes. The tight grip on a weathered wooden trident re-enforces the uneasiness of his demeanor. 

  "Would anyone like to explain why I fell asleep in a nice underwater glade of sea grass, to wake up on an uncomfortable mound of horse food in yon stables?"

 He takes a step further into the room. The lights of the inn play a prismatic effect on the vale of sea spray that covers is fit physique. His long mane seems to move on it's own accord; back and forth as if caught in the tides.

 " ANSWER NOW!!"

My best guess is that, by some mysterious magical interruption, you've teleported into this demiplane. I speak as an expert on the planes, so my word can be relied on.

"Perhaps the fates have brought me here for some purpose they have yet to reveal."

  Taking a final scan of the room, the Genasi methodically makes his way toward a far table. Once he seems certain all is safe, and what it appears to be; he lowers himself into a worn wooden chair facing the doorway. 

 "Am I correct in assuming this Inn that resides in a plane not of my own has proprietors?"

There is a brilliant flash of light by the fireplace. Scarlet appears in her battle gear holding 20 little mince pies. I'm back! As do not eat these pies they aren't good for your health. She puts the pies on a table and says I'll be right back. I need the change into something a little more comfortable. With that she goes up stairs to change into her dress. Because she hasn't washed her green one.

  The Druid watches the scene before him silently. Whispering a few words, and moving his fingers in a series of fluid motions Shape Water; he directs the water from a nearby pitcher to coil and rise into the air. The volume of water stretches toward the pie floating toward the small gnome. Changing in shape, the end of the stretched column of water forms into it's own hand and envelops the pie snatching, and lifting it from the grasp of the spectral hand.

   "Perhaps it would be wise to ignore your belly little brother, and heed the Elf's warning."

The water shaped hand hovers low over the table of pies. Parting by some unseen force, the liquid hand splits and reforms into the long stretched column of water, depositing the pie lightly onto the table without a drop of moisture. Weather this is from the spell, or the Elf's baking skills; we may never know.

The column of water slowly recedes back into the pitcher.

Archibald slides off the barstool and shuffles over to a table to sit. He then pulls out a book, a bottle of ink, and a quill and begins to scratch words into the book.

Occasionally, he looks about the room and then looks back down and continues writing.

I'm back y'all! Scarlet runs down the stairs in a red dress. Leather armour just isn't to comfortable. If you ask me at least. She looks around to make sure nothing bad happened. Then she counts the pies.

" My name is Arcrin Quil'Luna. I hail from a region near the Sea of Swords. I just arrived, yet I'm not sure how I arrived, or why I have arrived."

 Shifts into a more comfortable looking position in his chair. His hair hypnotically sways as if there is a slight breeze licking at it. An amused look twinkles in eyes as deep blue as the oceans with specks of foamy white that stare back at the Gnome.

"I have lived a somewhat secluded life little one. I'm a Druid you see. Watcher of the Oceans. Protector of the seas and rivers. You are the first of your race I have ever encountered.

Tell me of yourself. How have your travels brought you here?"

Arcrin reaches into a pouch and produces a small smoking pipe carved from abalone. The Druid begins to poke at a skunky smelling tobacco using what looks to be a long thin sharks tooth. 

Raising his voice, Arcrin shouts toward what he has surmised is the kitchen entrance just as the Elf reappears from the upstairs.

"Fresh pastries for the Gnome and myself"

You uh.. don't want these pastries you see. Just trust me. Scarlet realizes that Arcin is a water genasi. You know you're the second water person i've met. The other one was some sort of sailor.