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Ozum will push through the throng of people in the Donnybrook to find Pom and make sure he and his companions still have rooms for the night. When the order for drinks comes around Ozum will insist on getting the first round. With a wry smile the gnome looks at Alora and Arissa and say, "I've got this one, but one of you champions will have the next at Flannervy's. Speaking of which, does anyone know how to get there?" He turns around in his chair to face the lone man. "Excuse me sir, would you happen to know the way to Flannervy's Tavern?"

"I will pay for the drinks at Flannervy's! Luck was kind enough to me today."

To Necmo and Frandal:

Within a few minutes, you enter The Singing Fire. As expected, the place is hopping with activity; the innkeeper and a few barmaids are wasting no time and no movement as they go to and fro, taking orders from the inn patrons and delivering plates of steaming food and mugs of cold drink. You see a few places to sit. At the bar, you recognize Gohdrin Ray, one of the competitors from the tournament; there's some open space next to her. A large, community-like table to your left has some open seats. A few humans and elves are seated there, and they all seem to know each other. Toward the back, near the stairs that lead up to the rooms is another table with some openings, around which sit a mixed group of dwarves and humans. 

“Want to sit with Gohdrin?” Asks Frandal to his companion.

Ozum smiles and nods to the brown-haired man, "Thank you. My name is Ozum. May I ask who your companions are? Since we may run into them." 

Raising his glass in response to Arissa, Ozum says, "I'll drink to that!"

He responds, "Of course. First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jasper, and I am an actor, Ozum. So too are my colleagues that I mentioned. After today's performances at the theater, many of my fellow performers headed to Flannervy's. I, however, believed it was best to pick a different location. I'm hoping to impress a young lady I met today, and that's why you see this second glass on my table. She will be here soon, I hope."

"And, if you don't mind me asking, what is the name of this lady?"

Xellos says, "I will follow your lead. I just hope no one hates Tieflings."

To futuristic_kf:

"Toriella," he answers, with a slight smile. "Met her today after my troupe's performance of 'The Fallen Prince.'  What about you and your friends? Did you happen to see any plays today?" 

To Necmo and Frandal: 

Gohdrin recognizes the two of you immediately. She chuckles softly and says, "You two are rather brave. Aren't you afraid my bad luck will rub off on you? Surely you saw my dreadful scores in the competition today, gentlemen." 

"Sadly not, although I would be delighted to tomorrow! I was hoping to put on a performance of my own, although I'm not sure how I might be able to do so in this city. Perhaps you would be able to help me in this regard?"

"Arissa, Ozum what a day if sport," Alora calls out to them both with a mug of ale joining them at their table. "All thus talk of missing champions however is worrying. What are your thoughts? Are either of you from Tailsten," she asks curiously.

Alora looks nervous in the crowd but makes herself smile and look relaxed but she's keeping an eye out of trouble.

OOC: PP is 19 

Xellos keeps his cloak over his head and his now heavier coin purse close as he looks around a little nervously at the large crowd. He takes a seat at the bar with Frandal and Gohdrin then says, "You did well with juggling, I thought. My friend and I were going to have a drink, care for one?" Xellos will inquire about the drink selection to the bartender then continues, "Oh, sorry, my name is Xellos. Large crowds like this tend to make me a little nervous. A drink will help."

Jasper responds to Arissa Antal, "Ah, another artist! Of the musical variety I imagine. Festival Square has a stage set up just for that purpose. Musicians, singers, and storytellers come and go throughout the day, taking turns at entertaining the crowd."

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"Arissa, Ozum what a day if sport," Alora calls out to them both with a mug of ale joining them at their table. "All thus talk of missing champions however is worrying. What are your thoughts? Are either of you from Tailsten," she asks curiously.

Alora looks nervous in the crowd but makes herself smile and look relaxed but she's keeping an eye out of trouble.

OOC: PP is 19 

To Necmo: 

The bartender responds in a lively manner. "We've a few options for you. Red ale, dark ale, cider, mead, and red wine. You won't regret any of 'em."

Gohdrin nods, "Yes, the juggling wasn't a total embarrassment. That's true. And, yes, Xellos, I'd be happy to share a toast to the tournament with some wine. I'm Gohdrin, and welcome to Syndaris. With all respect, you're in The Singing Fire. Nothing to worry about here."

OOC: My exit post.

Alora thanks her friends she's made and offers her winnings to Arissa and Ozum to split before leaving them behind. She's seeking her uncle elsewhere the town of Talislten proving not to hold the information about his whereabouts like she had hoped.

"That is extremely kind of you Alora. I'm sorry I won't get to know you better, but maybe our paths will cross in the future. Good luck finding your uncle."

"Farewell, Alora! May you find success in your future endeavours!"