"When you speak to me like that, sweetheart, I uh...know I"m in the right place."  Dabbert says, putting on his best shiteating grin.  He lays a silver piece on the bar for her.  When she relinquishes the drink he picks it up and takes a pull and hides his halfway-disgust from the taste.  He raises his mug to her after that.  "Thank you."  

She continues pouring drinks, makes some remarks, specifically about the manners of the Orcs who were behind Dabbert, to which the fighter has his own comments.  

"No manners needed."  Dabbert comments with a smile.  "We're not here to cause any uh...problems.  Just passing through.  Nice to meet you, Mudge.  I'm Dabbert."  

He offers his hand to the woman as the rest of the group files up to the bar and she continues to offer them warnings about starting fights.  

"Nope, won't uh...matter that much to us.  But we'll be on our best behavior."  He says with a nod, then looks at Krumar.  "Right?"

Krumar takes out his lute and begins to play some upbeat music for the group "Me? I am never any trouble. Perhaps some music to lighten the mood" 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-9kPks0IfE

“I enjoy a strong spirit with a full glass of water,” Raevyn looks up at Mudge, responding to her first question as she delivers her requested platter. “And seek a knowledgeable tongue.” She takes another drag with an exhale before adding. “Here to work.” The doctor places then place two gold pieces into the bartenders hand. “I like to be properly informed, and appreciate assistance with exceptional service.”

"For the love of the Holy Tetrea...please.   No."  Dabbert says as Krumar begins to play.  "It's not uh...even your bad singing this time.  That song is just bad in general.  Do you know uh...something else?  Like...I dunno...twinkle twinkle little star?  Doc, can you fix ear damage?"  

"I can offer ear plugs or a gag for preventative measures to clients prior to a rupture." The Doctor responds to Dabbert as she helps herself to some cheese, a couple dried berries and a piece of bread. "However, should one occur, I do know a few healing words." Then proceeds to pull out her notebook to place down on the table to review some notes while she snacks. There were a few things she did wish to confirm eventually.

Nefire secures her axe when the barmaid mentions how she feels about fights in her establishment.  Satisfied that the orcs are staying where they are.  She drinks her hot beverage and listens to her friends converse.  She does hope someone asks about the mine soon though, time to show the King what they can do.

Syl is looking around and taking in the cut of this place.  He half-heartedly waves assent that yes, he'll pay the round for his companions.

"No bare-knuckle festivities, eh?  Well that's a disappointment."  The old human forlornly sips his drink.  "Can't rightly see how we're supposed to get a feel for this place.  I do my best thinking when I'm locked up with some ugly brute under a table."

He sighs.

"I had high hopes for orc country."

Nefire raises her mug to clink with Syl, "So did I.  Maybe once we leave this place we'll have some fun?  Though, I'm still not crossing this off the list, look at their eyes, they are itching for a fight." her smile grows as she says this.

     There is some grumbling when Krumar starts playing.  "Play something rousing if you're going to play!" someone calls out.   "No drums on this one, eh?" someone else chides.  Most say nothing though and carry on, hiding any appreciation they do have.

     Dabbert gets a round of laughs from the tables around you and someone joins in with a call for "ear plus all around!"

     Mudge raises an eyebrow at the two gold that Raevyn hands over but the coin are quickly tucked into an apron pocket out of view.  "Aye, sure.  Drinks'll be right up and I'll happily inform you of anything I know.  We no secrets here anyway," Mudge says and hurries to the bar to fetch the last of the drinks.   She looks from Syl to Nefire as she returns, hearing them still taalk about fighting, and absently blows a strand of hair out of her eye with a large sigh.

     "Fight if you want to," Mudge says in a disapproving tone.  "Just not inside.  I'm sure plenty of these fools'd be happy to walk with you out back..."  It doesn't take a perception check to see a couple of smiles, a few more nods break out at the tables around you.  Oh yeah, there'd be takers...

     The final drinks are put around the table and Mudge looks back to Raevyn with a smile.  "Now dearie, what did you want to know about, precisely?  Though I can't imagine I know much enough about anything to help you all out with..."

When the Orcs applaud Dabbert, he's pumps both fists in the air and laughs, then lays some gold on the counter.

"Drinks uh.... For my new friends." He says, motioning to the Orcs at the table.  Then he pats Krumar on the shoulder.  "It's okay champ.  I'm sure you have to know something a little rowdier, yes?  Something for their pain and suffering?" 

Krumar stops playing, glares at Daubert and mutters "You uncouth blunderbuss......Fine" Krumar takes out his drums and begins beating them and plays this song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GwjfUFyY6M

“I’d put my coin on Miss Nefire any day.” Raevyn says casually as the grumblings on bar fights circle the establishment. She was impartial to the brawling scene therefore remained neutral for the most part. Obviously the Doctor wouldn’t be one to throw a punch, but she understood those who fed off the energy and adrenalin. For example, Nefire smiled more when she anticipated an opportunity to use her axe, and ol’ sailor Syl gained extra pep in his step. And she’s yet to have had the pleasure of seeing them truly let loose. Their way of fun often provided work to keep the good Doctor’s hands busy afterward. 

Sensing the lull of the room, Raevyn opens her notebook and gets to business. “Miss Mudge, we are here to investigate the mines.” She flips a page. “I’ve been informed that I can find Hrolf here.” She pauses briefly to clean her glasses before continuing. “It’s said he knows most about Grunstein.” She looks up as she put on her coloured glasses, her eyes meeting the barmaids. “Is he the one which delved the deepest, returning with tales of spectral entities?” The doctor asks. “I seek the best individual who may be willing to guide us as far as they’re willing to go, to this section.” She gets to her point. 

“As for my companions,” Raevyn scans around to the others. “In the short time allotted, prior to our departure, I was able to submit a request.” She specifically looks at Dabbert, then pans to Nefire. “I regret that, at this time, I was unable to acquire the solution I’d prefer for you,” She dips her head apologetically to Nefire specifically for those words, “However, we have a satisfactory solution all the same.” She looks back to Dabbert with a nod. “Through my research of these entities, should we encounter hostility, I was able to determine that physical attacks are less effective.” The doctor eyes Nefire’s beloved greataxe. She would lament knowingly sending a passionate warrior to battle with a ‘dulled’ blade. “Therefore, I requested silvered weapons to negate the disadvantage.” While she would have preferred to enhance the existing weapons of choice, it simply was not possible at the time, in the time alotted. It would taken several days to properly silver their weapons.

Raevyn pulls an inventory slip and slides it along the table to her companions. They were able to be sent with some already prepared items. A long sword, a couple short swords, a dozen arrows, dozen bolts, approximately three dozen pieces of ammunition for a sling… Contrary to the Doctor’s request, there simply were no great axes already silvered. However from her insistence, they were able to find a pair of intricate hand axes. They’re finely crafted and beautiful pieces that almost look more decorative than actually useful but after inspection, they are definitely solidly built for warfare. 

Nefire didn't know anyone outside her clan.  She had never even been outside her home until she was called to the Tower.  Nervous wasn't in her vocabulary, a little bit of trepidation if she let herself dwell on it, which she didn't.  But finding someone that she wanted to know better and become friends with?  That was not something she was expecting.  Sure, she enjoyed the company of the newly founded King's champions or whatever they were called, but Raevyn was fascinating.  She knew she would be automatically drawn to her, being the only other woman and the only thing men were good for was mating.  Apparently this man fancies himself a musician, she chuckles to herself as Krumar plays something quite jubilant, making her eyebrows raise at the sound of it.

She gets up on her knees on the stool she is on to try and get a look at the notebook Raevyn is reading and discussing with Mudge.  "You figured out all that already?  Damn, I forgot they were specterly things already."  She listens to what the doctor is trying to say, and her face screws up a bit trying to understand, "Satisfactory solution?  My axe is always a satisfactory solution.  Less effective..." she frowns, looking at her beloved axe, but then looks up again as she realizes Raevyn is still talking.

She looks at the slip Raevyn has slid to them "So.. silver is what we need?  And these items on this list, they are going to arrive here shortly?  So they can be of use?  Hmmm.... hand axes..." and she trails off, stealing sideways glances to see what the others think of this.

I bit of dust lands in Syl's eye as Krumar finishes his song.  He wipes away a tear to clear his vision.

At Raevyn's speech, he looks away from his scouting for sparring partners and raises a concerned eyebrow.  "'Spectral entities'?  Wha?  You mean like ghosts?"  He shudders.  "Bloody hell.  Say what you will 'bout skellies... at least they show the common cour'esy of having substance.  Not some poofy, ephemeral jobber."

"Nicest thing you've uh...ever said to me."  Dabbert says to Krumar before turning his attention to Raevyn and the rest of the party.  He listens, keeps quiet, and notes Syl's inspection of the room with a grin.  

"Good work Doc."  He says, gently rapping his knuckles on the table to punctuate the point.  "As for weapons, I may take a sword of some sort.  I have my trusty short sword but, if we need silver weapons, neither it or my halberd really fit the bill."  

Jaylan, who has been at the stable tending to the horses, finally enters the bar. Absolutely covered in fur and wearing the gloves the southern man doesn't feel anything close to comfortable in that cold. Something he hadn't thought back in the castle when they were assigned this mission. 

Between the hood and the scarf one can barely see his dark eyes as they dart between the orcs, the bartender and finally in his comrades as he sees them. Not making any motion to free himself from the winter gear, he walks towards the others and says. 

"Can I have something hot for drink? like a tea? Thank you very much..." 

Once he reaches the table with the others he pats his gloves before start taking them off. 

"Dear Goodness... how can anyone survive in this cold??" 

Krumar sensing the change in tone of the room decides to switch up the song choice after listening to the Doc and Jaylan. "Silver and cold eh? I have just the song...Probably more in line with what these addle plates prefer." 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BguZZ3rGKe0

Syl slaps a hand on the bar as Krumar finishes playing.  

Damn... to be traveling the world with a true musical virtuoso, and in the employ the king... I am on top of the world.

"Barkeep!  Maude or Mud or whatever!  Another round!"  He sloughs off his pack and warm weather gear, piling at at his feet below the bar.  Stretching and limbering up, he continues to eye the surliest, most scarred patrons of the tavern.

     All in all, the Orc customers are a bit disgruntled about the music no matter what is played.  It is similar, and yet very different, to having a fancy dinner at a world renowned restaurant where you intend to get down on one knee and propose once the violinist shows up strumming your song... But instead a mariachi band arrives.  Whether you like mariachi or not, it's not what you came here for.  Orcs, in their natural habitat, are generally not music lovers.  If there is heart pounding drums that gets the blood flowing and the fists flying, well now that I think about it perhaps the fists start flying to stop the music, not just urged on by it?  Orcs!  It's hard to know for sure...

     "Oh, Hrolf?  You want to talk to Hrolf?  Well sure!" Mudge says brightly and happy to help when Raevyn brings him and the mines up.

     "HROLF!" she calls out loudly, turning to a far corner of the room.  "Wake up and get over here, they want to talk!"  Several Orcs in the room roll their eyes, others groan.  One can be heard  saying that at least they wouldn't have to hear him tell it again.  And back in that far corner a couple are pushing and shoving a third up to his feet and towards the group.

     "Just promise me you won't believe a thing he says," Mudge says with a smile and a wink.  "Hrolf won't shut up about the mines, given half a chance, and each telling gets more outrageous than the previous..."  Saying this Mudge wanders back to the bar and starts preparing a tall mug.  Presumably for Hrolf who is slowly making his way around the various tables and getting some razzing and nudges from those he passes.

     With Mudge stepped away and Hrolf still on his way, Raevyn catches you all up quickly on her request and the deliverance of some silvered weapons due to the rumor of a Spectral Entity or Entities being in the mine.  Her research, though lacking a lot of local first hand research or reports, suggests that the bodiless spirits may indeed be susceptible to silver weapons.  Or so very specious and questionable reports suggest.  The King's servants were able to provide what she listed and assured her that given more time they would be able to silver the groups personal weapons themselves, if such was desired.

     "We're not big on tea around here but this is what we have," Mudge says to Jaylan with a frown after putting a cup with some murky water in front of him.  The water is steaming and...  a brownish yellow.  With a sniff Jaylan finds his eyes watering and his nose clearing, much like a good solid punch to the face can sometimes do.

     Mudge hands the larger mug to the Orc who is just arriving.  "Hrolf, this group is asking about the mine," Mudge says by way of introduction.  "Now see what your stories bring?  Be nice, but don't go leading them on..."  

     "It's Mudge!" Mudge says, grabbing Syl by the ear and giving it a bit of a twist.  "And no need yelling when I am right here!" Mudge lets go of the ear as quickly as she grabbed it but she continues giving Syl a bit of an angry schoolmarm look.  "I'll get the other round, but you best learn some manners... And my name... Or I'll be dragging you out back myself!"

     Mudge indeed wanders off behind the bar again.  She first deals with a couple of customers who had sidled up to it for the own 'nother rounds, and perhaps a closer look at the strangers, and then starts pouring the groups next round with busy efficiency. 

     Hrolf, for his part, sips at his mug and looks shiftily from one of you to the next.  Despite carrying the drowsiness or the very drunk and hints of fear and confusion, Hrolf's eyes gain some alertness as he looks upon your group.  "The mine?" he asks almost hungrily.  "You're here about the mine?"

     "You're a sight for sore eyes, you are!  Brave souls like yourselves, eager to save trapped miners and all... The mine... it's become a place of nightmares. We sought Grunstein but found horrors instead." A shudder passes through him as he recalls the chilling memory.  "Beings of ice and gemstone, unnatural and menacing... and the abomination guarding the Grunstein... I was fortunate to escape, but my companions... they're trapped." The tremor in his voice - survivor's guilt?  Drunken nonsense?

     "Save my friends!  You all... Look at yous!  Surely you can!  End the reign of that monster and let us all get back to the mining, eh?"

"i thougth you said no punching adn no fights..." says Jaylan trying to recover his breath and blinking "... this is worse... " he says putting the hot bewerage on the table and not touching it.