Eirlys turns her attention briefly to the table Davis points out. She let's a sigh, before finishing what is left of her meal. Them she wipes off her hands, before putting on her gloves. "Hopefully their ire won't turn to us if we speak with them."

In preparation of meeting the thugs, if they do so, Eirlys tries to recall some of their names. Her gaze also turns to the area around the thugs, trying to see how close the other tables will be, in case a brawl does break out.

Ivy nods along to the tavernkeeper, lips pulling into a wide smile, revealing a single dimple on their right cheek. She’d ‘ou!’ at the tea and ‘awe’ at the lack of pastry, only to perk up again at Walf’s suggestion of smashed fruit. “I love berries!” She’d bob with enthusiasm, absentmindedly wiggling her hips. “Bread and berries, or fruit, if you have them! Pre smashed or not.” She would then order a tea for Walf, and since Durnir kindly offered to cover their bill, a Beros Mead for them to try.

Unable to contain their joy of company, Ivy would bounce again. She’d then look to their generous dwarf companion with their dimpled smile. “Thank you friend.” Leaning forward, Ivy calmly and softly presses their forehead against Durnir’s in a gentle gesture of gratitude. She then helps him carry the items back to the table, nose up, only taking their seat once he takes his. 

(Ivy has a passive perception and insight of 16. Playing it as she has a highly sensitive nose, hence her nose up/constant sniffing, and sensitive hearing, ie. ears twitching.)

At last prying her attention away from the group of four, Khione now placed her rather unnerving gaze onto Davis and Eiryls. "Conversation is typically a good first step to avoiding conflict- it's possible they could be tamed down with empty promises or flattery. I doubt it, but it's possible. If they begin to assault me, feel free to intervene if you want to." Standing up from her chair, Khione would pat Davis' shoulder as she began to walk over to the group of brutish men. 

Walf: The tavernkeep looks shocked at this declaration, "Ne'er had grits?! I'll get ye a sample on the house with yer bread and berries, how 'bout tha'? Try it and let me know what you think." 

Davis: Looking at the four large men, you can see them leaning over, saying something to one another. They smile devilishly at whatever were said, then resume looking at the lizardfolk.

Durnir: The tavernkeep turns to you and nods, "You''ll have no qualms from me, dwarf - you folk best just be careful - some o' the locals ain't so found o' outlanders. Best keep to yourselves and mine your tongue."

Eirlys: You know their names: Ralton Fischer, Gunter Farz, Mikael Lemon, and Darius Hicklenhein. 

Ivy: The tavernkeep then turns to you, "Bread and berries for the lot of you then - tha' I can do ." He then turns and calls back to a window that leads to presumable the kitchen, "Eh Gert - three orders of bread and berry with tea on deck. One with a side o' grits." He turn turns back to Ivy and Durnir, "Fourteen pence all day from you then, dwarf." 

Khione: As you approach, the men turn their eyes from the lizardfolk and then to you. They one you know as Ralton speaks up in a gruff voice, "**** off, you. We gots nothin' to say to you and your lot. Dennis was a free man - a man that gots exiled 'cause o' your 'evidence'. Proper poppycock." He spits on the floor next to him,  "Beat it." 

Adaban looks over at the man speaking gruffly. Then the man spits on the floor. A look of amusement and recognition crosses Adaban's face. Trying to recall how to hock a loogie while staring at the man, he accidentally sends one flying magnificently across the room directly into the man's face. He throws his arms up in triumph, looking at Walf. "It is still a skill known to me!" Then realization sets in and he looks back at the man he spit on... "Oh... apologies of the most sincere nature..."

((is probably as far as he gets...))

Walf smiles and nods "That had distance but uhhh Walf doesn't think that man appreciated it."

Eirlys hops off her chair, and follows after Khione. She grimaces as the spit hits the floor nearby. She clears her throat. "Ralton, if he was innocent, we wouldn't have found what we did. But we wish to see you all relatively free yourself. Paying your tabs, not harrying other patrons or your neighbors, keeping your hands clean..."

Seemingly without looking back, Khione stepped to the side in just enough time for Adaban's projectile to fly past her and to make contact with Ralton. She glanced behind her and, making eye contact with the man who it seemed to have come from, gave him a curt nod of approval. She then turned back to the group of men, tilting her head slightly to the left. "That's quite a temper you have on you, Mr. Fischer. Be careful what you say and who you say it to, though. There are eyes and ears everywhere," Khione said, her voice almost a little too calm. "Your companion was sloppy and careless with his behavior, hence why he was convicted. It was nothing personal, I can assure you that much."

Davis nods as his companions get to their feet. He takes a final pull from his ale and sets the empty mug down. Then he rises and follows Eirlys and Khione. He stands behind Khione, looking imposing and stern. As the projectile flies though he cannot help but let his mouth twist up in an amused smile, but he has his back half-turned to the thugs as it appears, so only the table with the strangers can see it. His face is schooled again as he turns back. But, with that projectile, Davis figures there is little to no chance of stopping a bar fight at this point. He waits to see what the thugs do.

Durnir places two silver on the bar. "Thanks, keep the change." He blushes at Ivy's intimate gesture, still not use to how physical these people are. He shuffles his feet and kicks the dirt a little. "Aww, well shucks, it's nothing."

Durnir watches as the guild fun go and chat with those ruffians. They probably should have let things be, but oh well. 

He watched Adaban's facial expressions, then asks "What are you....ahhh", just as he fires off his loogie. Durnir watches as it goes flying in the air and hit the stranger in the face. After a beat, Durnir reaches for his shield. With a soft chuckle, durnir says "Hehehehe, you're just as entertaining as these other two! I was going to avoid this, bit seems there was no point." He will don his shield, but leave his saber sheathed for now. 

Adaban: Your loogie is the spark to the powder keg. Faster than anyone can move, Ralton stands and launches his chair at you in a single movement with a raging grunt, "RRRah!" (Surprise round for Ralton alone)

Attack: 22 Damage: 4

Walf, Roll party Initiative! (d20)

(( Not sure how we're doing this so I rolled in the campaign channel ))

Initiative 17

(( When it's Adaban's turn... ))

Wiping the blood from his nose, "This is... familiar..." He looks at his assailant and his eyes harden as he speaks words that seem to echo softly from some ethereal place just outside the reaches of the conscious mind. "Kier vey," a literal chill emanates in the air around him - and around Ralton. As Adaban holds up his right hand, seemingly clutching at the air in front of him as if to grab it, a free-floating, disembodied, ghostly freezing hand appears next to Ralton, grabbing at him in the same manner. "One does not draw blood over trivialities!" His voice is harsh and scolding, his eyes as cold as the hand gripping Ralton's arm. "Let known you yield now, or no quarter will be given!" He barks the words like an order.

(( Chill Touch ranged attack = 22, damage = 3 ))

(( If allowed as a bonus action he would use persuasion on the entire attacking group to get them to back down = 13 ))

Enemy Initiative: 14

Davis had to admit he was impressed with the speed and quick-reaction of the thug. The chair went flying before Davis was even aware the man had moved. Davis's eyes return to where his pack still leans next to his chair, and the shield that still leaned against that pack. He hoped this would not come to drawn blades, as bar fights turned deadly in those instances. He had no plans to draw the longsword at his hip, not unless one of the thugs drew a weapon first.

(Just flavor here, as Davis won't go until after the thugs.)

Durnir watches as the chair goes flying, not quick enough to intercept it. He looks with cold eyes toward Ralton. 

He will stand and place himself between his three companions and the attackers. "I apologize for my new friend, but you've escalated things to far. " He will strike the dome of his shield, which starts to ring. "In Helm's name, if you wish to attack my companions, you must go through me, first! Repent or fall!" As he speaks, the ringing of his shield seems to increase around Ralton, as Durnir casts Toll the dead. Wis 14 or 1 necrotic damage.

Khione sighed deeply when Ralton charged after the odd man who had spit on him. She really had tried to give Ralton the chance to just go about his day, but the man was just pitifully predictable. Oh well, anger couldn't be helped, she guessed. Figuring the man's group could handle a single ruffian, Khione instead turned her attention onto Gunter, Mikael, and Darius. "Well, then, are you three planning on joining your friend, or are you boys going to behave yourselves?" Quick as a flash, she had unsheathed and branded two weapons that had been previously concealed at her sides: a rapier in her left hand and a dagger in her right. 

I rolled a 22 on an intimidation check

Ivy's head tilts having watched the spit exchange with curiosity. She leans in to whisper to Walf. "Is that how people normally greet each other?" Wide eyes blink in awe at Adaban's accuracy. Their hands would come together in a little clap.

Seeing others stand and Durnir take his shield in hand, placing himself ahead, Ivy hops out of her seat. "Are we playing with the other table now?" She thinks out loud, going up on her tip toes with excitement. Then their ears perk, twitching at the tolling of Durnir's shield. "Oh! Nope. We serious." Visage shifting to match, she drops back down to firmly plant their bare feet and drums their toes against the floor. She takes a complementary defensive stance behind Durnir, beside Walfaerd. A low muffled growl coming from Ivy assures the dwarf she has his back.

Click.

Ivy secures a bolt in the light crossbow strapped to their forearm. She takes aim at the ruffian's knees, prepared to fire should he strike back at her companions.

(Readies a non-fatal Crossbow Attack: 25 Damage: 6)

Walf sits and watches the chair fly across the room. He’s unsure of the proper etiquette of taverns in these lands. He wonders if he should throw a chair or something else. He sees others unsheathe their weapons and decides to sit and watch to see what he should do. 

(Ignore if this is too much for flavor before Davis's turn even comes in combat, but...)
Davis frowns as weapons are drawn, and not by the thugs. "That is going a bit too far, isn't it?" He asks, glancing over at Khione with a frown. "We are not on the battlefield here, but in a bar, where bared weapons could esculate this further than is needful..."

The sudden bout of violence goes over Eirlys's head- quite literally. The small woman tenses, outbursts of violence still startling her. A hand goes to rest on the hilt of the dagger she keeps on her belt, the rest of her guild-issued weapons in her bag by their table. Despite all the weapons being drawn, she keeps hers sheathed for the moment. She clears her throat, trying to follow Khione's lead. "If you all stow your weapons and sit back down, we can pretend this didn't happen."

(Persuasion if needed: 1 )