She nods slowly, "Ok, weird." then shrugs, "Elven wine, if you have any. I'm Ana, by the way."

Main Room

"Ragella," the dwarven bartender says. "But most call me Rag, or Raggy." She rummages beneath the bar, retrieving a vibrant green bottle with the scent of whimsy and lackadaisical thoughts. "This stuff's been here for a bit." She says, reading the bottle. "Essence of the Summer Glade." She evaluates the bottle. "It'd be 4 silver for a goblet's worth, or 10 gold for the bottle."

Ana nods, "That sounds nice. Can't say I've ever had this one."

Main Room

Ragella opens the bottle with a melodic POP as a whispy green vapour seems to come out. She takes a goblet from beneath the counter and begins to pour the swirling purple drink out into a small measurement. "Guess a little taster sip isn't gonna hurt." She offers the goblet to Ana.

Ana smiles and takes the goblet, giving the wine a little sniff before sipping on it.

Main Room

The smell of Essence of the Summer Glade is a somewhat nostalgic one. It smells sweet, yet natural. Taking a sip there is a small buzz like something dancing along the tongue. After blinking, it almost feels like colours have become more saturated, bringing out the vibrant hues of the colours around you; from Ragella's fiery hair, to the colourful purple droplets left at the bottom of the goblet.

"Any good?" Ragella asks. "Heard it's favoured by some Sithe houses."

Ana raises an eyebrow at the effects and smirks, "Pretty good.. with an interesting after taste, in a way." she puts the goblet down indicating to pour out a full serving.

Main Room

Ragella smirks, waiting. "Are you after a cupful, or shall I leave the bottle?" She says, waiting for the coin to be produced.

Ana considers that for a short moment then puts out the silver, "Just the cupful thanks."

Main Room

"Sure thing, hun." Ragella pours a plentiful portion into the goblet, leaving it filled to the brim. She places the bottle back beneath the bar, out of sight. "If you're after food, Sloth's got some good stuff cooking in the back. We have a fire elemental in the cooker to help speed up the cooking time so can have things done in a jiffy."

Ana looks surprised, "You have a fire elemental in your cooker? How'd you manage that?"

Main Room

"Well I know a guy, basically a really good elemental wizard." Ragella replies. "They can conjure elementals and the like, but good at trappin' extraplanar things, too. Kinda like a Banishment but in reverse."

A young, pale gray, Goliath dressed in a simple tunic and trousers, walks through the door of the Tavern and marches swiftly to the bar. As he approaches he beckons the barkeep. "Hail, barkeep. I need a stiff drink, strongest you've got" he then takes a seat at the end of the bar.

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Ragella looks up to the goliath and smirks. "Strongest, eh? Well if you can afford it, there's a cocktail I can put together for 100 gold. If you're looking for something a little more down to material plane prices, I have some strong ales and spirits from a couple of silver to a few gold."

"Well, Ragella is it?" He asks inquisitively "I will unfortunately have to stay grounded by this mortal coil" " he sighs "one draught of Ale will do"

"Kelryn" onyx calls out holding up some coins a mix of silver and gold, "where did she run off to? Some music right about now would be great." Sluring his words a little after having as many as 6 drinks in a short time. He starts to get more comfortable taking off his cloak and stowing his longbow and quiver at his side against the bar, his short sword still sheathed. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. "Hey Raggy, that grub ready the smell is getting to me, could eat a horse right now." He places the three silver and gold coin on the bar so that she can take as he orders drinks and food. 

Kinnik pulls a battered fiddle from under the bar. Spinning on his stool, he leans back against the counter and take a drink from his ale. He then begins tune the strings, humming a few jackdaw snatches of melody to bring everything into key. 

Satisfied, he losses a shapeless lump of a hat onto the bar and denotes it's woeful emptiness with a touch from his bow. Tapping out a rhythm with a taloned foot, he begins to play...

Performance: 13

(OOF.)

A string snaps with a twang the moment he draws out the first note. He stares at it in disbelief, and with a rueful shake of his head he recites in a young man's voice, 

"...I heard a bird so sing, 
Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the King..."

Ana turns to look the twang sound, "Oh... a bird?" she looks to Rag, "Never seen a bird person before. I forget the proper name." she looks back to the singing.

A tall warforged, his face manufactured to have a constant roguish smile walks in. His frame is a golden-copper, inset with shining rubies and covered in flowing golden designs. He wears fine clothing, as well as a fancy hat with a bright green feather in it. A fine rapier with a ruby in the pommel hangs at his side.

He sits beside Kinnik at the bar.

"Two of your best stuff. One for me and one for him."