Syl spits out his drink.  He panics for a moment, seeming to pat himself down as though checking to make sure he has not forgotten his wallet.  

After a moment he settles back into his chair, semi-confident he has not accidentally cast enlarge/reduce on Nefire.

Then he settles back into his chair, excited to see what happens next.

Dark shadows under her eyes, completely overwhelmed with her to do's and what she hoped to do, Raevyn has lost all perception of time entirely. She exhales in resignation of it all. Somehow she's found herself already at the table however many days later. She had eyed the deck and the card pulled by Nefire, but the Doctor couldn't sort through the fog fast enough before chaos rolled in. Rae's head just aches and she leans forward pinching the bridge of her nose. When asked, she'd say calmly, "Reminds me of the enlarge spell."

     There are some gasps and shuffling back away from your group by the other patrons of the inn, everyone turning and looking to see just what is going on.  Such chaos like the mimes was highly uncommon for such a refined place as The Inn of Six Candles, the sudden growth of customers, yelling arguments and the breaking of chairs is entirely unheard of!

     Manuel, the Maitre'd, however does not lose his cool.  Once Nefire has reclaimed her normal stature and tone of voice Manuel is snapping his fingers to one of the staff and immediately having the wreckage of the chair removed and a new chair held for Nefire to reseat herself in.  "A raucous lot, are we?  We welcome high spirits of course, and any guest of the Crown is of course more than welcome here," Manuel says with a smile and more charm than you can shake a stick at.  "But please do remember we have other guests..."  And with a half bow and another smile he backs away and retreats into the background once more to try to ensure all guests of The Inn of Six Candles has the most pleasant experience possible.

Krumar now unsure if the smell is coming from himself or still his spell he cast on Nefire decides to sit down...."The cards allow you to change an outcome of something that's happened...if someone fails or succeeds your cards might change the result....they also allow you to cast the divination spell once per day. They are called the deck or oracles....."

Nefire looks a bit embarrassed about the broken chair and gives a little bow in thanks as the mess is cleaned up so quickly.  She turns to Raevyn, "Are you alright?  And I don't believe a spell was cast on me?  At least it didn't feel like it... more like it was associated with my rage?"

She sits in her new chair, completely confused and a bit worried.  Ignoring Krumar's comments.

Jaylan entrers the inn and looks around for his friends. He approaches the table and greet them with a smile. 

"Good evening my friends. In my way in I crossed with some mimes.. did I miss the show? And why the faces? Do I look so terrible that I scared you?" 

Krumar looks up and motions Jaylan to sit "Well you see uhh Nef here grew from pint sized to uhhh a lot bigger. She got mad at me for shooting straight and grew quite large"

Syl looks up, startled, when Jaylan announces his arrival.  He looks at the empty chair where, up until now, he had presumed Jaylan had been seated.  He notices now for the first time, to his dawning horror, that Dabbert's seat has also lost its Dabbert.  No wonder no one has been putting the bard in his place properly.  

He looks down suspiciously at the fancy wine provided by this all too elite establishment.  

He was right not to trust it.  Best to get rid of it quickly, he thinks, and swallows the rest.  Then he casts his eyes around the table, waiting for the next disappearing/reappearing companion....

((heh, yeah... I thought all would be there on time for the dinner, a couple made other choices.  I'm just rolling with it. lol)) 

Krumar sees Syl toss whatever we has drinking out and look suspicoiously at his cup. Syl still throws it back but Krumar nervously tosses whatever was in hiis mug out onto the floor. He whispers nervously to Syl "Uhh was it funny tasting? Poisoned? Spell on it? Oh man am I going to die? I am too pretty to die. I have more ballads to write, women to woo, life to live!!!"

     While Syl disposes of his wine by quickly drinking it, Krumar instead chooses to dump his onto the floor.  Manuel, the Maitre'd, is immediately snapping at some of the waitstaff and motioning them and in no time flat there is one dealing with the spilled wine and the stain that is threatening and another is at Krumar's elbow with a disapproving advising "We will happily remove anything that displeases, sir.  Is there another vintage you would prefer?"  Similarly there is another waiter ready to refill Syl's cup or quick to offer an alternate beverage if he would prefer...

Krumar surprised by the efficiency of the wait staff "Oh well uhhh Can't say I have ever been in a place like this before....Ehh who's paying for this? If it's on the king's tab, I would like your finest vintage good sir, if he's not one of our companions will pay, his name is Dabbert, he will be here soon. Thank you Gaston" Krumar says with an expert like tone

     "Our, uh... Our finest vintage is of course set aside for King Vaire and his court, of course," the waiter says with a bit of nerves.  "But I am sure we can find something that you would find pleasing.  The crown is, of course, covering your dining experience with us this evening.  The Maestro has already taken care of all that."

Krumar waves a hand in a dismissive fashion and says to the waiter "fine, fine, the second best vintage will do Gaston" 

At Krumar's concern over the wine, Syl shrugs.  "Probably nothing."  He adds, "Might be a small concussion," as if that explains everything.

"So," he says at last, looking at Nefire, "Mister Maestro - again presuming that is his real name - has another gig.  Was it presented as a job for all of us, or just something for you to handle?  I'm... I don't know... I'm feeling landlocked.  For such a big city, this place feels awful cramped, do you feel?  I wouldn't mind get back out on the road again, if'n his majesty has something useful for us to get up to."

When the Maitre'd Manuel would appear to correct the situation with class Raevyn corrects her posture and clears her throat. Despite the dark shadows under her eyes, as if she's wearing a mask, she still looked tired and not entirely altogether. She would have mended the chair for Nefire herself, however he and his staff were discrete and efficient. Something she could appreciate. Rae would reach a hand out to pause the Maitre'd prior to his departure and whisper something in his ear.

At Nefire's prompt, the doctor dips her head to the halfling. "Apologies Miss Nefire." She moves to explain briefly. "Long nights of studying, and I haven't quite organized all the information in a manner for presenting." Raevyn pauses as her eyes do not come to find Dabbert present at the table. "And I'd rather have everyone here so I don't have to repeat myself." She admits, fingers petting through Pauwau's fur as they sit at her side.

"Speaking of studying," Before her mind wanders too far, Rae looks to the old seaman. "Syl, I intended to offer to take the pieces of the staff for review on our travel home." She lowers her head to him in apology prior to offering a hand out. "May I?" She asks.

After, the Doctor would return her attention back to Nefire. "You have my company on your task." She nods accepting the warriors offer to come along.

Syl's face flushes and he leans back in his chair.  "Ah.  Well.  Yes.  I mean... the thing is...".  He bites his lip and looks briefly as if he is considering getting up from the table and jumping out the window.  

He clears his throat.  "Yes.  A kind offer.  And one we should definitely look into, I think.  It just so happens that... look, man, I've got certain information, all right?  Certain things have come to light.  And, you know, has it ever occurred to you, that, instead of, uh, you know, running around, uh, uh, blaming me, you know, given the nature of all this new stuff, you know, I-I-I-I... this could be a-a-a-a lot more, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, complex, I mean, it's not just, it might not be just such a simple... uh, you know?"  He sees his glass has been refilled and he quickly picks it up and begins to drink.  He looks away, suddenly fixated on some mundane happening on the other side of the restaurant.

Violet hues watch Syl. The corner of Raevyn's eye twitches. Then she closes them, inhaling a patient breath and exhaling.

((Seems like two offering to go with Nefire on her task.  Dabbert not at the dinner, Jaylan and Krumar haven't commented...  Let me know and I'll work on poking things into motion soon.  And/or feel free to continue having dinner and discussing things if you wish...))