Main Room

Ragella passes out the next round of requested drinks. "So Wade, are you wanting that interview then?" She asks as she sees Arnold returning from the private room. She looks over to the newcomer. "What's your order, hun?"

Private Room

(If Fiven and Despair want a private conversation, I and DM it in PMs if you'd like.)

"Sure, lets have the interview. It'll be fun, where do I go?"  Wade asks as he stands up from his stool.

Wanarus responds with "Just a cheap ale, please." as he takes off his iron gloves.

Ellyane drinks her ale as she watches the situation and then sees the newcomer. Once she put her ale cup down, she nods once as a greeting.

Wanarus nods back to the woman, and puts his broken wand on the table getting ready to fix it.

Onyx half asleep/drunk at the bar decides its time to get off to sleep and heads up to the room that Fiven had rented.

Main Room

"Sure thing, hun." Ragella takes a recently cleaned tankard and begins to fill it with the cheaper ale. She looks to Wade, "Well go with Arnold and he'll do your interview." She tells him, nodding to the waiter.

Wade looks to Arnold and  walks over to him. "Hey, Arnold. It's time for my close up, lead the way."

Wanarus pulls out some pieces of wood, and some home-made glue. He tries to fix his wand, and almost succeeds. He tries to cast a simple levitation spell on a bar-stool, but then the bar-stool almost explodes, along with his wand and hand.

Main Room

"Hey, hey! No enchanting or animating my furniture!" Ragella calls to Wanarus. "We have a handyman around here somewhere if you want your stuff fixing."

Side Room

Arnold leads Wade to a side room, closing and locking the door behind them. "Now, Mr. Wade, shall we discuss your potential role within this establishment?" 
(If you'd like to move it to PMs, we can do so.)

Wade smirks. "Sure lets have a nice chat Arnold feel free to ask anything." 

(Sure we can take it to pm, so as to not clutter this area up.

Wanarus mumbles something, and puts his broken wand away. He then pulls out a small scroll and reads it to himself.

*walks in and looks around before heading to the darkest corner take a seat in the booth*

pulls my hood over my face more to hide my features* (ddb.ac/characters/7071378/glouK4)

Crow strides up to the tavern door, hand raised as if to knock. It was polite to knock, he knew that much. ... But was it polite to knock on a tavern door? Crow just wasn't sure. The sign above the door is welcoming enough, at least, and he feels more at ease when he reads at it.

With a hum, he takes a moment to adjust his headband and brush the dust from his clothes to make himself look more presentable. Feeling more confident, Crow then taps on the door and eases it open to poke his head inside. He's out of his element but no less excited to be somewhere new as he crosses the threshold and looks around the room curiously.

Crow is a fresh-faced and bright-eyed young man with fair skin and messy short black hair. Choppy bangs fall over his pupil-less black eyes, and shoulder-length sideburns frame his smiling face. There's a lean build hidden somewhere under layers of loose light clothing, a leather chest piece, and a high-collared cloak of leather and crow feathers (the bulk of which gives him a deceptively scrawny appearance in comparison). Crow could almost pass for an elf with his long pointed ears, but his clawed fingers and the black feathers sprouting from his darkened forearms reveal his shifter heritage.

Eventually, he finds his way to the bar and plops down on an empty seat. He looks between Ragella and the other patrons, and offers his friendliest smile in greeting as he says, "Hello! Nice day, isn't it?"

((Here's a silly doodle of the birb for visual reference.))

Nia walking by with a few empty mugs for cleaning looking at Crow and others. 

*raises my hand subtly one finger extended to signal my order for a beer*

Crow taps his claws against the bar with a hum and continues to look around. He spies the hooded figure in the corner and cranes his neck to look at them. He watches them for a moment with a curious tilt of his head, like he's trying to unravel some great mystery about the stranger in the shadows. That is, until Crow realizes he's just staring at the poor soul and quickly turns his attention back to the bar, ears red with embarrassment. You're supposed to make friends, not freak out the locals, dummy, he scolds himself. He casts the hooded stranger one last curious glance over his shoulder before Nia passing by catches his attention.

The gold rings in her hair catch his eye, and Crow perks up again. "Hello! I like your shinies, Miss," he says with a smile. He gestures to his own hair and adds, "the gold bits there!"

Nia stops up and blushing lightly in realizing someone talking to her, as she turns towards him '' Ah, yes...my parents made them for me. they are very special. just a minute! '' she rushes off with the mugs and come back for talking with Crow a bit more. '' I love gold myself...I am Nia... What is your name? '' she say light hearted. 

Main Hall

Ragella looks over to the newcomers, seeing the lone finger gestured. "You're gonna have to be specific, hun. We have a lot of 'one drink of' things here." She calls over to the table. Her attention returns to Wanarus. "So hun, want me to call the handyman? He might be able to help with your wand."