Khessa suggest her idea to the two idiots, and they jump at it. They start rolling up their sleeves, and Erven steps forward, trying to defuse the situation, but is interrupted when suddenly a mug of ale comes crashing down on the pigs heads with a great spattering of liquid. The girl jumps back, and is caught in the arms of Kit, who sets her upright and leads the girl away. Khessa follows, placing herself almost subconsciously between the poor girl and the idiots. The first idiot, the drunk one, merely sways on his feet, and topples into the bar, unconscious. The girl looks up at Kit as she asks her question, then points to a door tucked away in a corner on the opposite end of the bar from the bathrooms

As the two fighting pigs stand there drenched, the Jack in his guise pouts, and turns to leave, inviting the idiots outside with the way she looks back to see if they will follow her. The two men try to shake themselves off like wet dogs, splattering the nearby patrons including Erven, and then follow like a newborn pup chasing its mother. They walk outside, and look around hungrily for the alluring figure in green

Meanwhile, at the observers table, Tabitha introduces herself as well as the metallic construct resembling a hound that sits expectantly by her feet, waiting for a command. Mud thanks Ketangu for trying to defuse the situation, then loudly ask his new companions which of the buffoons they think would win in a fight. 

The bartender is completely fed up with all of this, and the glass he is polishing begins to crack as his white knuckled fingers clench it tightly. His biceps flex, and anyone noticing would remember that the bartender is a very large man, and it would not be a good idea to tick him off, especially considering his already grumpy starting disposition.

What do the two men see when they exit the tavern, led away by Jack?

What do Kit and Khessa do with the girl?

Do Mud, Tabitha, or Ketangu try to help with any of these things?

What does Erven do know that the threat of the idiots is neutralized? Well, neutralized for the people in the tavern. Not so much for the temptress who took it upon herself to lead the ruffians away. Maybe he should go help.

Tabitha will go and sweep up the mug that probably broke, place it on the counter, and over the next minute,mend it, with a sheepish look on her face if the bartender looks at her with any dissatisfaction 

Tabitha begins to mend the mug using her magic. The bartender doesn't notice, but a curious young fellow in the corner seems intrigued and respectfully watches the tabaxi fix the glass with her hands

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The young alluring blonde sways her hips and leads the two men into a nearby dark alley with the silent promise of reward.

As they are out of sight from the street, the blonde turns and looks at them...

The figure slowly raises before the two men, cackling like a true hag, then looking down at them with piercing eyes. "You should take better care when trying your luck with a lady, I will have my eyes on you, and if you ever treat a woman disrespectfully again I will visit your dreams for the rest of your lives." The hag hisses, glaring down at the two men. "Now scurry off home before I change my mind!!" She growls, flying slightly closer in a most threatening way.

Use disguised winged boots to ascend.
Deception for new form: 20
Intmidation to get the two men home to sober up and reconsider their lives: 18

The two men stare at the furious, ugly creature before them, and tremble as it intones its declaration. They shake in their boots, and when Jack is done, they turn and run, a drip of liquid running down the leg of the hairy bear and splashing on the ground. Those inside the tavern hear the whimpered cries as the cowards run for the hills.

You solved that problem nicely. Wasn't expecting that, but hey, it worked. I'll wait for the other questions I asked in post #21 to be answered before we continue

The hag hears but cannot see in the dark, the distinct sound of a bowstring losing tension, relaxing, and an exhalation.  Then silence.  Someone stands invisible in the dark, waiting and watching, to see what happens when this scary figure lands.

'Mud' watches the pair of dullards follow the elegant woman out of the Dancing Donkey from where he sat in the corner, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, though it probably looked more like the beginnings of a snarl to those who haven't been around dragonborn before. After that one fellow dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground when Tabitha dropped the flagon on him, Bahrumuhd was almost disappointed to see the other two cretins scamper off, and a part of him almost wanted to follow them to see what that odd lady ended up doing to them. Looking back on the past minute or so, he had a hunch that there was more to her than met the eye. 

Smiling in a friendly and confident manner, he gestures for Khessa and Kit to join him and his newfound acquaintances at their table. "That was quite the show you two put on," remarks the platinum-hued dragonborn to the women. "Please, allow me to buy the pair of you a round of drinks. I would have intervened, but you beat me to it."

Looking to the barkeeper, Mud raises his voice a bit to be heard and says, "Excuse me, my fine sir. Would you ever so kindly fetch us five drinks." Pausing, he adds, "Actually, make that six just in case the gal that just left comes back. I would also prefer if the drinks were..." He trails off for a brief moment, swallowing the rest of his would-be snide comment about the quality of his current flagon of beer as he notices the barkeeper's tenseness. It would probably be best to not provoke the man too much at the moment. "...a little more fine than the one I have currently," he finishes with what he hoped was a charming smile. 

The girl looks nervously at Kit and Khessa, as if asking whether it is safe. Before they can respond though, Mud pipes up, asking for drinks. The bartender scowls at the 'charming' smile of the dragonborn, then goes to fixing six drinks. This whole time, he has not said a single word.

Unless stopped, the girl gratefully sits down next to Tabitha, and gives the cat-folk a look. If Tabitha had to guess, this girl wants to pet her. Annoying, true, but she sure could use it. She looks at Kit and Khessa, and speaks "Thank you for helping me. I...I..." She trails off, a frightened look on her face, the thought unfinished. Her voice is pretty, the sound like the soft, melodic chirping of the bird. Her face shines with gratitude as she looks at her two rescuers, as well as the kind dragon-man who bought her a drink.

Surprisingly, she lifts the flagon and down it in one drink, draining the mug completely. She sets it back on the table and wipes her lips, a small burp escaping from her mouth. She looks apologetic at that, covering her mouth with her fingers, and whispers a word that might be sorry. It's hard to tell. Clearly, the girl can hold her alcohol.

Kit has no desire to hang around and wait for the drunks to return with more friends but she also doesn't have any desire to leave the girl before ensuring she's escorted safely home. Deciding she's in good hands with her current company, Kit pats the tall blonde woman on the arm.

"Thanks for the assist. Should we go check on the..."

She stops just short of the word harlot but struggles to find a replacement.

Khessa was simply keeping herself ready to defend the girl from further unwanted attention, in case the troublemakers became interested in her again, but seeing one of the trio collapse on the ground and the other two being deceived by the other alluring girl, she relaxes and accepts Mud's invitation with a smile.

"You're welcome! You were very brave to oppose those three without knowing if you would have support from others. Nice to meet you! My name is Khessa. And you?" the blonde arcane warrior replies to Kit, looking at her with admiring blue eyes "Oh, the other girl shouldn't be in trouble... The three idiots were going to solve the problem by themselves, knocking each other out, but she preferred not to wait and lure out the two still standing... So she probably has a few tricks up her sleeve. She will be back, I bet. Let's just join these nice folk at the table".

"Oh, thank you, it's nice to know that we could count on you if necessary!" the tall adventuress friendly pats the dragonborn on the shoulder "Khessa, pleasure to meet you! It's always nice to meet someone ready to defend helpless common folk!"

She also introduces herself to Tabitha and Ketangu, extending her hand for a handshake (and focusing with acute curiosity on the sensation the Plasmoid gives her as he shakes her hand - if he actually shakes it).

"You're welcome!" Khessa also smiles at the Damsel-Not-In-Distress-Anymore "Khessa, pleasure to meet you! May I know your name? Did you also come here to relax a bit?"

At the other's apparent embarrassment for the burp, the blonde arcane warrior laughs and pats her on the shoulder: "Oh, don't worry girl! I think that in this place no one will be scandalized by such a small thing!"

Kit nods in agreement with the warrior woman's assessment but can't help herself from watching the front door, concerned about both the welfare of their rescuer and the return of the drunks. Distracted, she only half catches the conversation around the table.

"Do you live very far from here," she asks the girl without so much as a glance in her direction, "if you're done with your drink we should probably be going."

(Still working on character art for Kit. The AI is being difficult and if I draw it myself she's going to just be a stick figure with blue dots for eyes😅)

Upon seeing so many jumps to the aid of the woman Ketangu will sit back down and says, "I am glad that was settled." He will then introduce himself to the others who came to the woman's rescue. 

Perception for the hag to notice the hiding person in the alley: 24

Perception for someone else: 12
Stealth for that invisible figure: 12

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Tabitha begins to mend the mug using her magic. The bartender doesn't notice, but a curious young fellow in the corner seems intrigued and respectfully watches the tabaxi fix the glass with her hands

Tabitha does not notice the fellow in the corner. But once done, she suddenly notices she has been joined at the table by three more. 

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Unless stopped, the girl gratefully sits down next to Tabitha, and gives the cat-folk a look. If Tabitha had to guess, this girl wants to pet her. Annoying, true, but she sure could use it. .

 "I am more cat than your regular tabaxi. Hands off the tail, but scratches behind the ear are fine."

The wood elf with the dark green cloak walks forward into the light, holding his bow at his side, looking up into the sky, and he closes his mouth.  He watches the retreating figures of the drunkards for a second and then looks back up, waiting, he scratches his head and looks down the street, making sure that no one else is there.  He hasn’t relaxed fully, but he waits to see what happens next.  “Hello?”

The hideous hag cackles with glee as the two drunkards run off into the night. She then raises an eyebrow in surprise as the scarred wood elf from the bar steps out of hiding. "Came to get a peek of the action did you? Or are you simply gallant enough to be here to protect an old hag like me?" She says with another cackle. "I'm sorry dear, I just wanted to give those obnoxious men a good scare." She adds, giving the elf a scrutinizing look before turning to fly off into the night.

Erven raises his bow for just a second then thinks better of it and puts it away, walking in a hurry, heading quickly back into the Dancing Donkey.  He closes the door behind him then walks back over to the table where the whole scene occurred, a surprised and slightly agitated look on his face.  “That lady…” he begins, not sure how to relate what he just saw without them thinking he had a few too many.  “That lady who invited them outside…. she was not what she seemed!  She turned into a hag and started to fly, she scared them away!”  He walks over to his table and picks up the mug that he left there, looking down into it questioningly.  “I feel fine…” he says to himself.  He turns back to the group, saying “Did you see it?  Could you tell?  A hag!  In here….”  He sits down and looks at them in earnest, puzzling and scratching his chin.  “Name’s Erven by the way.   And I’m not crazy..”. The elf absentmindedly rubs the scar on his face, pondering.  

Not long after the wood elf returns into the Dancing Donkey tavern, a new figure steps inside, looking around the place and seeing the motley crew at the table, curious over this odd mix of people, not what you'd expect to find in a place like this, which only made him all the more curious, giving the wood elf a quick evaluating look as he steps closer. "Now here's an unusual sight, mind if I join you?" A young fairly handsome man with dark shoulder-length hair and piercing green eyes smiles politely at those at the table, waiting to be allowed a seat. He wears dark green clothes and a green mantle, all of good quality but does not seem armed. 

Tabitha purrs (assuming that the girl they saved is infact scratching behind her ears) "My this table is getting rather full,  so many new friends to make! There doesn't seem to be any empty chairs here currently. Take mine." and she gets off the chair and goes back to sitting on Lance. (joys of being small with a medium sized companion. She will be mounted for most of our travelling, but likely not in combat)

"You're too kind..." The young dark-haired green-clad man says with a polite bow to the cute feline taking her place on her ingenious mechanical steed, then accepting the offered seat at the table. "...I am Jack, at your service, a resident of these parts. And who might you all be, brave adventurers looking for a good adventure?" He continues, looking around at the others at the table with curious green eyes.