Akaas opens his eyes and smiles at Chetin. "That sounds wonderful."

 The two dragonborn size up the half-orc as she approaches. "So, you the fresh meat?" One of them asks in a deep bass voice.
"It looks that way, brother." The other one says, gesturing for them to join them. "We're Red Nine. Been here a few years, getting up there. Should be silvers soon."

"Yeah we are fresh meat for now, but give us time and we'll catch you guys in no time, we may be new but we are good at what we do. So do the different ring colours get you better rooms and food around here?" 

"Kinda." The kobold says, before taking a big bite out of some beef in his bowl. "So we all start with bronze rings, right? Well silvers are ones that've done great things; saved a nation, stopped a cataclysm. That sort of thing. Gold is the best of the best, mostly the guild leaders." He puts his fork down. "Silvers get their own place, rather than a dorm floor."

"And they get better pay cuts." The gnomes chime in unison.

Crispy sits down next to Borg and greets the people in front of her with a nod and a smile. She listens to the conversation, but at some point leans in to Borg and whispers, "Who are these guys?"

"Team Red Nine." The elf replies to Cripsy's whisper. He seems to have very good hearing. "We see you are the latest group to join us. I'm assuming you're the latest in Red Team."

"Ease up, will ya?" One of the dragonborn playfully punches the elf's shoulder. "Right, anyway if you want some grub, you can either wait until the meal times or pay a little bit and get something good early like we're doin'." The dragonborn smirks in a somewhat friendly manner. "It's usually just a smattering of copper for a meal here, special discounts for being clansmen I guess."

Crispy looks at the elf, then leans into Borg again, asking "Are we on Red Team Nine? Are we going to be adventuring with these guys?"

"Nah chick, we are the crimson fang these guys are red nine, they are an established team here. We might adventure with these guys in the future you never know." 

"Oh-ho!" One of the dragonborn chuckles. "Crimson Fang, eh? I heard they were changing up the naming scheme."

"Yeah, you're a Redder." The other dragonborn says to them. "It's not really factions or anything, but we generally gravitate to our colours better. Give us a call if you need anything. We're on the ninth floor. Guessin' you're on the fourteenth."

"Yeah think we are on the 14th but we'll call if we need anything. Hmm where can we get a drink around here? Do they serve ale with the meals." 

The kobold pipes up again. "Nah, they banned selling ale indoors after the Adventurer's Party two years ago. There's still a couple of taverns nearby, though. most people head there after the free grub."

At the sound of no ale nearby, Crispy visibly deflates.

Upon entering belch takes a large wiff of the air and then runs over to the windows to the kitchen. He holds up both hands towards the window as if attempting to summon food.

"Well then, guess we are heading to the tavern then to get some ale, catch you guys later. We are only having one but it's the point of it." Borg stands up. "lets go chick, we can come back for food after our ale."

Brazzak approaches the kitchen window and begins loading up a well-balanced, if large, meal for himself.

Turning to the tables, he pauses. He forgot to ask what color an "Azoors" claws were, so he's uncertain where to sit.

Carrying a plate loaded up as much as the dragonborns, Warren gives Brazzak a nudge as he walks past towards the blue table.

"We're this way big guy, same colour as our rooms"

He sits himself down slap bang in the middle of the adventurers already there and starts forking food into his mouth.

"I'm War...ren....what'sss uuur nam...s.....?" he says through the beef and potatoes crammed between his cheeks.

"Oh. Blue. Are an Azoor's claws really blue?"

Brazzak sits and eats, taking large bites but chewing them thoroughly like Ma taught him to.

Johann also goes to get some food. After filling up his tray, he goes to sit at the blue table following Brazzak and Warren. Hearing Brazzak's question, he says, "Azure actually is a kind of blue Brazzak. So our group name just means Blue Claws. By the way Warren, that flip you did this morning was very impressive I must say."

Crispy nods again and heads to the tavern wih Borg. Anyone else on our team is welcome to come. Just one drink. Maybe.

Belch rushes over, holding his hands to the sky, the people of the world lending their energy to summon great food. The aromatic whisps of the promise of a good meal rush through the little kobold's nostrils. "Yes?" Comes the posh-ish voice of the half-elf looking over to the source of the two scaly hands. "Can we help you?" 

Brazzak follows up behind the kobold, enquiring about food., "Oh I see, you're some of the newcomers. Well we have set food hours, as you should well know, at dawn, noon, and dusk. Those meals are sponsored for by the guild. If you want what the groups are calling "early bird" meals, they vary from day to day. It's a nice roast today, so 4 copper to fill up your platter."