Elthana heads over to the bar after Sam's come hither nod and looks around. She watches to see his reaction as Sam sips on the drink. She doesn't order anything yet, but just keeps an eye on things. If something is served to her however, she doesn't push it away.
"I'll cover theirs," Sam says as he digs into his coin purse and pulls out some gold to cover "the same" for Elthana and Gewyn if he joins as well. "Not exactly what food is coming but I don't know how choosey we can be... Kind of have to say, I preferred it back home. When you were a guest and helping people out, they actually showed up. Treated you hospitably. Did take coins for drinks..."
Sam realizes he's probably not being entirely fair, it's not exactly like they invited the group over for dinner or anything, but still... He's found little all about this "realm" to like and much that made him anxious and uncomfortable. Plus they were Peacekeepers of Northmorrah, not of all realms and peoples. There were problems back home they should be attending to...
He looks to Elthana and considers momentarily expressing some of this but quickly thinks better of it. He then thinks about how to ask about her soul and how she is feeling about that and all, hopefully more delicately than that. Before he ponders too much, however, he remembers the whispering and he decides maybe words weren't needed after all and instead just drinks more of his drink.
When Vin reaches the long hall with Muir and Neferox, he spots the food. Despite his queasy state, he determines that a bit of food might just settle his stomach. He spots Griff and directs the other to head over to him.
"Anything you would recommend to eat?", he asks Griff.
Vin, Muir and Neferox find their way to the cafeteria-like gathering hall with assistance from one of the remaining scientists.
At the bar Elthana and Gewyn quickly find two large crystal glasses of what smells like ale being slid toward them. "Well I told you we'd find a drinking hole Sam" Ingram interrupts ordering for himself "and there's food included, wonderful!"
Looking over to the left of the bar, the buffet area is steaming with hot meats, several sauce dishes with chunks in them, and some soups with hard discs of what looks like some kind of bread derivative. Complete with accoutrement ready for serving.
Griff approaches tentatively and asks the barkeep something in auran, he receives a nod and the Aarakocran seems very pleased. A moment later the barkeep is mixing a dark blue drink and pouring it into a pint glass, but not before putting a smoke filled smaller glass inverted within the first. Those of the group who have a good memory would recognise that it is the same drink Morris made for Griff all those months ago when the group first met the aspect of death.
“Tempting fate really a good idea?” Sam asks Griff upon seeing his drink. Sam wouldn’t normally recognize a drink but he’s seen a Smokey drink like that only once before so… “Drinking the drink Death last served you, I mean. Seems almost like inviting it in to me…”
Without even really waiting for the answer Sam looks over to the food on display and finds it wanting. There seems plenty enough options but just ordering another drink seems so much easier. So another round it is! Best to have a back up waiting before anyone finishes their first drink.
"Sure, Let's see if there is something small to settle yourself before maybe eating something of substance. There seems to be no rush all of the sudden....odd. Well let's eat a little something....I could use a little settling myself."
Elthana looks up at Sam and sees he has something on his mind. Seeing that there were people everywhere and he seemed to be happy at a bar, she decided to leave well enough alone. She'd try to remember to ask him about it later. Instead she lifts her mug up towards Sam and Gewyn to cheers their successful travel from Shenoh to Ginro.
"Perhaps it is the teleportation...Some of us did not handle it very well. I, well, let's say I fall into that category as well." Muir looks around the place "It seems like it is a eating hall of sorts. My guess is we have to pay, but this is odd to me to be dropped off here and left. I did....make a mess of our host.....but still this is odd that there is no sense of urgency"
Griff glances from his drink to Sam and back again before mumbling, "it is being my favourite", he then serves himself a bowl of the soup looking thing and sits at an empty stretch of one of the long tables, alone.
"Grab a drink and a plate for a gold, right!?" Ingram cheerfully responds to vin, though half asking the question to the barkeep for a bit of affirmation, swinging around his barstool like an over excited barfly. "We should all take a plate and have a bite to eat yeah?"
The cafeteria buzzes with activity, people coming and going, it seems a popular area. Ömertyr grabs another drink, following Sam's lead, but also gets his hands on a slab of fatty red meat, which looks a little like tuns steak and begins eating.
"What's taking so long?" Sam grumbles to Ingram even as he signals for another drink. "They called ahead to arrange the teleport and all, what is the hold up now?" If Sam thought about it he surely would realize Ingram likely has little idea as he does but he had to ask someone and Ingram seemed the most officious.
"Sure, sure," he says to Griff when they reply about their drink choice. "Didn't mean nothing by it or nothing. What's in it?" Sam still finds it odd to think of the bird people as more people than bird. He has an expectation that they should be sipping on sugar water or something, not actual drinks.
"Those two are too good to even drink with us now, I guess," Sam says in the Giant language to Ömerytr. "I fear whatever happened to Muir it's destroyed our little group forever. Oh I think we'll be able to help here as much as we could of... Just thinking that if we get back home I can't see the group holding together." Sam then proceeds to shrug and drink some more.
Vin does as Ingram suggests, picking up food for himself and some red meat for Neferox, along with what he hopes is a soft drink. He then makes his way to sit with Griff.
"Everything ok, Griff? We were just saying it is odd to be left like this, after waiting for so long on the other side already. What did you mean by making a mess of our host, Muir? There wasn't an accident with the teleportation and you landed on them or something?", he says, assuming Muir would be following.
Griff stares at his drink for a moment as Sam asks what is in it, nodding in deference as Sam explains that no offence was meant by the comment, "the vapour in the upturned glass is being like a... Hmmm. I cannot be explaining it, it is leaking a glass through the sweet drink which is making it tickle as you are drinking it, is that making sense? I am enjoying it a lot back when I am being a small child..." He seems nostalgic as he vaguely describes the drink's properties, but at the same time saddened by that same nostalgia.
When vin asks what is wrong Griff gives a look to the boy and then back to the drink, "memories... judgements being implemented in our way of life before I was even being born... I am not knowing what I am doing here, not really, I am being angry, I am being sad, I am feeling like there is an emptiness in my chest, and anxiety that bristles in every feather... I am not knowing what is wrong." He frowns.
Meanwhile as Sam continues his conversation with Ömertyr, the giantkin responds and begins an in depth chatter with Sam in their shared language of choice.
Those that choose to sit at the table with Griff have a comfortable enough place to sit eat and take in the scenery of the people that come and go.
After a while an unassuming bespectacled man comes in and most heads in the cafeteria turn to look but the atmosphere doesn't change much. The man seems to be maybe of Goliath descent or a very very large dwarf, he has a large white beard, a white over cloak, his arms and legs are banded with the same monk-style wrappings as the scientists wear but his left hand seems to be a hook of some sort. He goes and gets food and a drink and then takes a seat on the bench near the group.
"I guess that's to be expected, Griff", Vin replies, trying to help him feel better but really knowing what to say. "You've been lied to for a long time. I guess you just need time to process that. And in truth, you will feel how you feel".
He thinks for a moment, "It can't be easy being separated from your family as well".
He spots the bespectacled man, and watches as he sits close to them, but unless he makes to talk to them he doesn't think much about it.
"Yesterday already happened," Sam chimes in at Griff, breaking out of his own conversation for a moment. "Can't change it, don't dwell on it. Today and tomorrow is all you can change, focus on that." It's a bit abrupt and loud but well intentioned. And probably a bit slurred as Sam is on his... well, not his first drink at all.
"Who they?" Sam asks Ömertyr, switching back to Giant, when the Dwarf with the lady hand hook enters. Sam isn't sure he'll know but since they seem known by everyone he figured there was a chance.
Vin hears Sam's advice and gets a little more insight into the half-orc. But it doesn't make it the right approach.
“Or you can learn from the past and try and put right any mistakes. Acting like nothing happened would just be living a lie. It is also disrespectful to those that have been wronged. Move forward, yes. But take some accountability”, he suggests.
“The fact you are struggling with this shows you are a good person, Griff”.
Muir sits quietly and nibbles on a few things with his 4 fingered hand before suggesting. "Perhaps we should find out who that person with the delicate looking hook hand is"
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Muir smiles and nods "Don't worry I won't pet her"
Elthana heads over to the bar after Sam's come hither nod and looks around. She watches to see his reaction as Sam sips on the drink. She doesn't order anything yet, but just keeps an eye on things. If something is served to her however, she doesn't push it away.
"I'll cover theirs," Sam says as he digs into his coin purse and pulls out some gold to cover "the same" for Elthana and Gewyn if he joins as well. "Not exactly what food is coming but I don't know how choosey we can be... Kind of have to say, I preferred it back home. When you were a guest and helping people out, they actually showed up. Treated you hospitably. Did take coins for drinks..."
Sam realizes he's probably not being entirely fair, it's not exactly like they invited the group over for dinner or anything, but still... He's found little all about this "realm" to like and much that made him anxious and uncomfortable. Plus they were Peacekeepers of Northmorrah, not of all realms and peoples. There were problems back home they should be attending to...
He looks to Elthana and considers momentarily expressing some of this but quickly thinks better of it. He then thinks about how to ask about her soul and how she is feeling about that and all, hopefully more delicately than that. Before he ponders too much, however, he remembers the whispering and he decides maybe words weren't needed after all and instead just drinks more of his drink.
When Vin reaches the long hall with Muir and Neferox, he spots the food. Despite his queasy state, he determines that a bit of food might just settle his stomach. He spots Griff and directs the other to head over to him.
"Anything you would recommend to eat?", he asks Griff.
Vin, Muir and Neferox find their way to the cafeteria-like gathering hall with assistance from one of the remaining scientists.
At the bar Elthana and Gewyn quickly find two large crystal glasses of what smells like ale being slid toward them. "Well I told you we'd find a drinking hole Sam" Ingram interrupts ordering for himself "and there's food included, wonderful!"
Looking over to the left of the bar, the buffet area is steaming with hot meats, several sauce dishes with chunks in them, and some soups with hard discs of what looks like some kind of bread derivative. Complete with accoutrement ready for serving.
Griff approaches tentatively and asks the barkeep something in auran, he receives a nod and the Aarakocran seems very pleased. A moment later the barkeep is mixing a dark blue drink and pouring it into a pint glass, but not before putting a smoke filled smaller glass inverted within the first. Those of the group who have a good memory would recognise that it is the same drink Morris made for Griff all those months ago when the group first met the aspect of death.
“Tempting fate really a good idea?” Sam asks Griff upon seeing his drink. Sam wouldn’t normally recognize a drink but he’s seen a Smokey drink like that only once before so… “Drinking the drink Death last served you, I mean. Seems almost like inviting it in to me…”
Without even really waiting for the answer Sam looks over to the food on display and finds it wanting. There seems plenty enough options but just ordering another drink seems so much easier. So another round it is! Best to have a back up waiting before anyone finishes their first drink.
Vin watches as Griff ignores him and heads to the bar.
"I guess we will fend for ourselves", he says to Muir. "Shall we go and see what is on offer?".
"Sure, Let's see if there is something small to settle yourself before maybe eating something of substance. There seems to be no rush all of the sudden....odd. Well let's eat a little something....I could use a little settling myself."
Elthana looks up at Sam and sees he has something on his mind. Seeing that there were people everywhere and he seemed to be happy at a bar, she decided to leave well enough alone. She'd try to remember to ask him about it later. Instead she lifts her mug up towards Sam and Gewyn to cheers their successful travel from Shenoh to Ginro.
Vin, now walking without assistance, makes his way towards the buffet with Muir. Neferox has plonked herself down to wait.
He looks over to where Griff went, standing alongside Sam at the bar.
"Griff seems a bit...distant. I wonder what is going on with him", he says to Muir.
He serves himself some of what look like soup, with the discs that look breadish.
"Is this free, or do we need to pay?", he says, looking around to try and figure it out.
"Perhaps it is the teleportation...Some of us did not handle it very well. I, well, let's say I fall into that category as well." Muir looks around the place "It seems like it is a eating hall of sorts. My guess is we have to pay, but this is odd to me to be dropped off here and left. I did....make a mess of our host.....but still this is odd that there is no sense of urgency"
Griff glances from his drink to Sam and back again before mumbling, "it is being my favourite", he then serves himself a bowl of the soup looking thing and sits at an empty stretch of one of the long tables, alone.
"Grab a drink and a plate for a gold, right!?" Ingram cheerfully responds to vin, though half asking the question to the barkeep for a bit of affirmation, swinging around his barstool like an over excited barfly. "We should all take a plate and have a bite to eat yeah?"
The cafeteria buzzes with activity, people coming and going, it seems a popular area. Ömertyr grabs another drink, following Sam's lead, but also gets his hands on a slab of fatty red meat, which looks a little like tuns steak and begins eating.
"What's taking so long?" Sam grumbles to Ingram even as he signals for another drink. "They called ahead to arrange the teleport and all, what is the hold up now?" If Sam thought about it he surely would realize Ingram likely has little idea as he does but he had to ask someone and Ingram seemed the most officious.
"Sure, sure," he says to Griff when they reply about their drink choice. "Didn't mean nothing by it or nothing. What's in it?" Sam still finds it odd to think of the bird people as more people than bird. He has an expectation that they should be sipping on sugar water or something, not actual drinks.
"Those two are too good to even drink with us now, I guess," Sam says in the Giant language to Ömerytr. "I fear whatever happened to Muir it's destroyed our little group forever. Oh I think we'll be able to help here as much as we could of... Just thinking that if we get back home I can't see the group holding together." Sam then proceeds to shrug and drink some more.
Vin does as Ingram suggests, picking up food for himself and some red meat for Neferox, along with what he hopes is a soft drink. He then makes his way to sit with Griff.
"Everything ok, Griff? We were just saying it is odd to be left like this, after waiting for so long on the other side already. What did you mean by making a mess of our host, Muir? There wasn't an accident with the teleportation and you landed on them or something?", he says, assuming Muir would be following.
Neferox comes across and Vin throws her the meat.
Muir follows along with Vin "Yes, I threw up all over them in trying to miss one of us."
Griff stares at his drink for a moment as Sam asks what is in it, nodding in deference as Sam explains that no offence was meant by the comment, "the vapour in the upturned glass is being like a... Hmmm. I cannot be explaining it, it is leaking a glass through the sweet drink which is making it tickle as you are drinking it, is that making sense? I am enjoying it a lot back when I am being a small child..." He seems nostalgic as he vaguely describes the drink's properties, but at the same time saddened by that same nostalgia.
When vin asks what is wrong Griff gives a look to the boy and then back to the drink, "memories... judgements being implemented in our way of life before I was even being born... I am not knowing what I am doing here, not really, I am being angry, I am being sad, I am feeling like there is an emptiness in my chest, and anxiety that bristles in every feather... I am not knowing what is wrong." He frowns.
Meanwhile as Sam continues his conversation with Ömertyr, the giantkin responds and begins an in depth chatter with Sam in their shared language of choice.
Those that choose to sit at the table with Griff have a comfortable enough place to sit eat and take in the scenery of the people that come and go.
After a while an unassuming bespectacled man comes in and most heads in the cafeteria turn to look but the atmosphere doesn't change much. The man seems to be maybe of Goliath descent or a very very large dwarf, he has a large white beard, a white over cloak, his arms and legs are banded with the same monk-style wrappings as the scientists wear but his left hand seems to be a hook of some sort. He goes and gets food and a drink and then takes a seat on the bench near the group.
"I guess that's to be expected, Griff", Vin replies, trying to help him feel better but really knowing what to say. "You've been lied to for a long time. I guess you just need time to process that. And in truth, you will feel how you feel".
He thinks for a moment, "It can't be easy being separated from your family as well".
He spots the bespectacled man, and watches as he sits close to them, but unless he makes to talk to them he doesn't think much about it.
"Yesterday already happened," Sam chimes in at Griff, breaking out of his own conversation for a moment. "Can't change it, don't dwell on it. Today and tomorrow is all you can change, focus on that." It's a bit abrupt and loud but well intentioned. And probably a bit slurred as Sam is on his... well, not his first drink at all.
"Who they?" Sam asks Ömertyr, switching back to Giant, when the Dwarf with the lady hand hook enters. Sam isn't sure he'll know but since they seem known by everyone he figured there was a chance.
Vin hears Sam's advice and gets a little more insight into the half-orc. But it doesn't make it the right approach.
“Or you can learn from the past and try and put right any mistakes. Acting like nothing happened would just be living a lie. It is also disrespectful to those that have been wronged. Move forward, yes. But take some accountability”, he suggests.
“The fact you are struggling with this shows you are a good person, Griff”.
Muir sits quietly and nibbles on a few things with his 4 fingered hand before suggesting. "Perhaps we should find out who that person with the delicate looking hook hand is"