Engreon sighs and looks towards the newcomers to the tavern, his hand going to rest near his scimitar even as he continues to sip at his drink. "If they cause trouble a would there enough room here for a bear?"

Onyx looks to the trio who entered as Rag expresses her annoyance with them, perhaps they like to cause trouble. Being a couple drinks in himself his beer muscles start to show as he spins in his stool places an elbow on the bar and holds his tankard in the other hand and takes a long drink while staring at the trio. 

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Eider notices some other patrons reacting to these new guests "So I assume they aren't regulars?"

The Main Room

"I'll handle it." Ragella says with a frown on her face; the first time anyone in the room has seen her without her more positive demeanour.

The first of the tall rusty armoured trio steps forward and leans on the bar, looming over Ragella. "A birdfolk." The figure says, their deep voice sounded slightly echoed within the helmet. "He was seen coming in here."

"Aye." Ragella says, leaning her arm on the bar, staring down the man in the rusted armour. "Was being the operative word."

Emyrson simply nods but turns to watch with a vague hint of interest showing in his grizzled eyes. He looks to the other pateons but says nothing as she had told him she would handle things.

Onyx looks to the owl sitting on one of the patrons. Points and says "there's a bird, also couple of them outside might wanna check the trees" 

The other two begin to walk around the tavern floor, looking at each patron with their closed rusty helms. "Well he'd best not be here anymore." The leader of the trio says to Ragella.

"You missed him by about five minutes." Ragella says, pointing back to the door. "Reckon you can still catch him before your armour falls apart."

The lead member's hand hovers at the longsword on his belt, but thinks better of it. The other two are staring down the trio of half-orcs.

Emyrson let his hand go towards his own weapon as he saw one of the armored men go for their sword. He had come here to drink and was not thrilled at the idea of the men causing a fight or more importantly bother him.

Nemo says, "do it, I dare ya."

Onyx nods with Nemo, "ha yeah he doesn't have the guts" 

"Emyrson, if it comes to it, I'll take care of it." Says this little woman who seems like a strong breeze could knock her over

The elderly human looks at her with a raised brow, his hand moving to rest on his knee. "If you say so. Still like I said let me know if there is enough room for a bear."

Main Room

The leader of the rusted armour trio turns and begins to head back to the exit. "Let's go. There's nothing else of use here in this pigsty." He says, the other two falling back in line. He slams the door behind him, nearly pulling it off its hinges.

After a brief second, Ragella sighs a breath of relief, then looks to Onyx and Emyrson. "When I said I'll take care of it, I did not mean antagonise 'em." She says to the pair. "You **** with one Mercykiller, and they'll drop on you like a divine wrath; well, not divine, more blood and gore."

"Sorry I have a condition due to many long years of military and mercenary work. Those blighters reminded me of an old enemy that took the life of a valued comrade." The elderly human said as he shook his head and went back to his drinking.

Eider just stands there shocked, what has he stumbled on into......

Onyx: 

Looks at Raggy "when ya been around long as I have there isn't much yer 'fraid of." Gives her a wink and finishes off his drink placing the tankard on the bar motioning for yet another drink, (his intentions to get completely wasted is clear at this point) 

SPOILER:(posting from cell phone so dont have the full options when posting) onyx is a human ranger with the cursed one in background, he also has a demon parasite living within him dormant. It has no control over his actions but if and when he dies. It will come out will feed for 30 days and find a new host. Onyx is 138 years old but doesn't look a day over 35. In between quests and any down time he drinks so that the ghosts of his familys leave him alone. He has had 3 wives and 9 children all of which are dead. The pain of watching your kids be born live their lives and die of old age while you remain is unbearable to him at times. He welcomes challanges that offer a chance for him to leave this plane of existence so that he can reunite with his family. Non have been worthy enough to rid him of this life though. 

Main Room

Ragella smiles again. "Well, each have our own reasons. Mine are to make sure that transplanar policing units don't try and seize my tavern." She looks to the empty drink. "Same again?" She asks, taking the tankard.

Onyx gives a big toothy grin "yup" he says. 

Emyraon nods as he pushes his drink towards her slowly, moving to fully return his scimitar towards his sheathe. "I must apologize once again. A life of fighting makes it rather easy to react poorly towards hostility."

Kinnik sidles up to the bar, his purse, light and threadbare, making the barest of clinks as he perches upon a stool. He's tall for a kenku, maybe 5'2" or 5'4", with blue-black feathers and a dusky cowl covering the bulk of his more avian features. He removes a single coin and, peering at it thoughtfully, clicks it onto the countertop. He clears his throat, and in a jarringly carrying voice directs to the bartender:
"I am dying, Egypt, dying.
Give me some wine, and let me speak a little"