Onyx continues to mindlessly toss darts at the board his drunkenness keeping him occupied for the time being. seemingly waiting for something but not quite sure what it is at the moment. 

Nia simply nods, '' Certainly~ '' she tells Ragella telepathic and begin walking upstairs to the supplies closet. 

 Main Room

The doors open again as a gnome in a set of green dyed studded leather armour enters. Her emerald hair is slicked back and she has a crossbow, hand strapped to her belt alongside some small knickknacks. She looks around the room with a serious squint, her dark green boots seem to be silent.

Ragella calls to Nia. "You'll want the key, hun!" before hurling over a simple silver key to her. "Make sure you lock up after yourself."

Slider nods to Ragella for the order an new drinks. Upon hearing Ana , Slider smiles and shakes his head slowly. 

" Oh no. I am not trying to get you drunk. But I am trying to loosen the lips a bit. Meaning that alcohol in any form,  eventually relaxes individual around others. Then their true selves come out,  then we find very interesting things from them. "

Now taking more wine from his glass and smiling over again. 

" Though,  I'm sure there are many ways for a woman with so many abilities to shake off the effects of alcohol. To me,  you seem very talented in that regard. " Then listening to Ragella he nods one again. " Or what she has just suggested. " There is a slight pause then. " Of course there is many fun things to do as well,  than just talking and telling stories. "

Ana takes a sip of her fey wine, "Well, as long as you are paying for the expensive stuff." she smirks.

"Stories are good... not that long ago a group I run with ran afoul of a dragon cult. The five of us ended up in a cave with a Shadow Dragon and more than a dozen cultists."

Nia stops and reach out her hand and takes the silver key from Ragella, '' Thanks~ ... '' she say alluringly to her, before continue her path to the supplies closet. 

 Main Room

Ragella listens in. "Dragon cults, eh? Well, hun, make sure you don't run afoul of too many dragons at once. Alone they are a threat, but woe be to one who pisses off a whole group of them. Not the first time in the histories that dragons would work together to beat a common enemy."

Upstairs

Nia takes the key and heads upstairs towards the supply closet. As she puts the key within the lock, there is a light chiming noise that she hears behind her.

Ana nods, "Well that was only the first dragon I've ever come across. Hopefully I don't encounter many more."

As this happens, a high elf with two strange contraptions strapped to his belt and a hat with goggles attached walks into the bar, his trench coat flowing behind him.

"Could I've a drink here? Bloody cold outside."

On his coat there are two softly glowing runes, and he has a tattoo on his hand of a shadow rising. He has red eyes, and looks incredibly weary, with scratch marks on his dusty trousers.

Erias turns to the elf with exaggerated alarm. "What happened to you?"

He sighs and flops down onto the nearest chair. "Nothing good. Fought an ogre."

Main Room

Ragella looks to the newcomer. "Sure, pull up a seat, we'll get you sorted. Want something hot, hun? We can get the kettle boiling."

"Oh, gods, yes please."

He grimaces, and casts Cure Wounds on himself, a faint glow emerging from his hands. 

"Some sparkling wine would be nice, too. Actually, before I start drinking- where the hells is this place. I saw some confused-looking orcs leaving, and as I was coming near, I saw the corpse of a troll?"

Main Hall

"Well, what's left of it." Ragella shrugs. "Looks like the patron's weren't happy with the unique odor of the fella." She heads over to the far side of the bar to grab a wine glass. "Sparklin' wine will be 2 silver." She then calls towards the kitchens, "Sloth, put the kettle on!"

"Mm, thank you."

He pulls out a small satchel of coin, not knowing what's inside, but not caring.

"Name's Despair by the way. Drow-" he grimaces "I mean high elf mercenary, at your service"

OOC: (Despair had Reincarnate cast on him, and came back as a high elf, the  race he hates the most. If Ragella looks closer at what's on his waist, it appears to be two Gnomish pistols, each with elves runes carved into their sides.)

also, doing this on mobile, so I don't know how to use dice. I habe actual dice where I am though.

Onyx finishes his solo game of darts and sits back at the bar, "another drink when ya get a chance rag" he doesn't pay attention to any of the new patrons, unless they engage with him hes content to drink the night away.

Main Hall

Ragella smiles. "Well, Despair, feel free to take a load off for a bit. We've got people from all over comin' in today. Long as you cause you bother, none will come to you." She moves down the bar to Onyx. "How you keepin', hun?" She asks, taking his tankard for a refill. "Been quiet since the troll."

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