Akaas looks at the door to their room and then at Chetin. "What was that?" he asks, hurrying toward the sound.

"I don't think we are their type chick, so lets find a place to sit and have a drink." Borg says as she headsto the bar and orders bith her and crispy a drink.

Common Room

Akaas, hearing the loud noise rushes out into the common room and sees that there is what seems to be a group of aventurer in a slump on the ground, getting off of each other. "Well that wasn't comfortable." The tabaxi woman says, dusting down her leather armour. "Freakin' wizards."

The group consists of:

• A tabaxi woman in leather armour
• A blue dragonborn man in plate armour
• A human man in scale armour
• An elf woman in a robe
• A dwarf woman in half-plate armour
• A tiefling man in leather armour

The ground around them is soaked and sodden, as are they. 

The Thirsty Tanner

Borg heads to the bar and sees the barkeep is a burly looking fellow in his mid thirties. He is rocking a black handlebar moustache and a shaved head. "Evening, ladies." He says, giving them a quick glance up and down. "Don't usually get your type here. What are you after?"

"Evening, just looking for a few ales and yeah we wanted to try out a new tavern, didn't know this place was here." 

The Thirsty Tanner

The barman begins pulling a pair of ales from a cask. "Yeah, well we've been here a fair few years. Seems to attract the workers after a long day in the heat." He says, placing the drinks down. "Right, that'll be 6 copper that, ladies."

Borg will reach for her pouch. "Crap.... I don't have any money, only what we got off the mission..." she looks to Crispy. "Can I owe you when we get some coin chick?" Borg asks, feeling quite ashamed.

Crispy, visibly deflated that her sexy spectacle didn't get the results she wants, snaps out of it when Borg spoke. She pats her shoulder, trying not to laugh. "Sure, B. Don't sweat it." she says, reaching into her pocket. She plunks down the money on the counter. She grabs a mug and holds it up.

The Thirsty Tanner

Crispy passes over some coin to the barkeep and she and Borg are given their pints of ale. It has a foamy head obscuring the dark liquid beneath it, as a hoppy aroma emanates into their noses. The barkeep looks to the pair, "So what brings a pair of ladies into this part of town?"

Crispy's head slowly turns as she was about to toast Borg, but then sets the mug down and answers the barkeep. "Mainly thirst." She says. "How's business these days?"

Akaas stands aghast. Actually, he's more mystified, but I liked the rhyme. "Er ... greetings?" the ancient halfling asks, a slight grin on his lips. "Are you friend or foe?"

The Thirsty Tanner

The barkeep nods to Crispy. "Not too bad, getting plenty of guys here, they pay their coin, that's what's needed." He replies. Crispy notes that one of the men is caressing the leg of another by the bar.

The Common Room

The dragonborn pushes the others off of him. "Well at least we're not there anymore." He says in a gruff tone. "If it wasn't for wizards, we'd be kraken chow right now." 

The dwarf woman seems to notice Akaas in the hallway. "Aye, but I think ye got the wrong floor." She says, giving Akaas a nod, then looks to the elf. "This looks like the newby floor."

"Well excuse me for attempting to teleport us from the breaking form of a ship back to headquarters in an instant." The elf replies with a stern tone. "I would like to see you do a better job at teleporting the entire group with that precision and distance."

The Common Room

The human steps forward to Akaas. "At ease, we're guildsmen too." He says. He holds up his hand, showing a silver Seven Saints ring. "So, which team are you in?"

Borg sips her ale and lets out a sigh of happiness. "That feels better. I'm glad there is a place like this, where we can come and not be hit on." 

Akaas displays his bronze ring in response. "Crimson fang," the halfling says, bowing. "Is anyone in need of healing? My roommate is a cleric of ... er ..." He smiles, letting his sentence trail off.

The Common Room

The human seems slightly confused at first. The elf behind him is casting spells as he dries the parties' clothing. "No, team name." He says. "Like Blue-4, Orange-8, that lot. We're White-3."

The Thirsty Tanner

"Yeah, well you're not their type." The barkeep says to Borg. "Though you'd probably fit in here. You've got the arms for it."

Akaas opens his arms in a welcoming gesture. "We are Crimson Fang," he explains. "As you can see, our color is red, but I don't believe I have heard any number."

Common Room

"Huh, well that's changed since we were last here." The human says. He then looks to the others. "Everyone still in one piece?"

"Mostly." The dragonborn says, putting his hand to a huge wound in his side. Some radiant energy wells up and seals the wound up. "We should go to report."

"Yeah, let's move out." The human looks to Akaas. "Hey, sorry for crashing into your place. Here, have this, a token of apology." He reaches into a pouch and pulls out a diamond about the size of Akaas' fist. "We brought it just in case, didn't need it."

Borg smirks and flexes her arm. "Yeah, I get that alot." 

Akaas takes the diamond in both hands and looks at it. Now he is aghast. "I can't take this. Doesn't it belong the company? Shouldn't you turn it back in?"

Crispy has a very amused and surprised face realizing the kind of bar they just walked into. “Yeeahhhhh, I dont think we’re gonna be hit on, B.”