"Your tallest darkest meanest brew if you will" *looks around at everyone in the bar first looking for any threats then beginning to scan for any easy marks for a quick gold*

Crow nods to Nia as she hurries off, and when she returns, he greets her with another friendly smile. 

"I'm Crow. Nice to meetcha, Nia!" Crow can't help the silly grin tugging at his lips. He seems excited by the prospect of making a new friend. 

"I like gold too. It's pretty and makes pretty trinkets." He cants his head and makes a gesture to his hair then to Nia's, black eyes full of curiosity. "You said your parents made those for you?" He asks. "They're very nice! My mother gave me this cloak before I left our clan, and," Crow lifts one side of the feathered cloak to reveal an embroidered satchel tucked safely away at his side, beaming with pride as he says, "I have a lyre Father and I made together."

Nia smiles even brighter now, she's very happy to have someone to talk with and she thinking of the opportunities of this person '' My parents make a lot of enchanted trinkets and such, even though...it is been a while since i seen them. '' She sight but sits down besides him, pretty close to as Crow finish hes speech '' Oh, a lyre? Ah...can you play music? that would be so nice.. '' 

Wanarus lets out a small chuckle and responds with "No thank you ma'am, I got it. I've had to do this a thousands times." He then looks back at his wand, and glances at crow,  slight discomfort chilling his spine.

"Hello! I am here! To drink!"

A tan skinned human bursts through the front door. He has a pair of bright, golden eyes beneath unkempt shoulder length brown hair. He wears a plain off-white shirt, with the sleeves torn off to reveal two slightly muscular arms with golden scales wrapping up each in a double helix. The rest of his clothing is drab, faded brown trousers and farmer's boots. On his back is a long spear that has a mess of gears where the wooden shaft meets the curved blade. He has two daggers tucked into his belt, and carries himself with an aura of self-importance.

He seems to have recently recovered from a major thrashing, a scar curves under his left eye and his nose is slightly offset, as though it had been broken and then repeatedly bashed.

"I'll have whatever the bartender recommends, something that will make people look over and say 'I'll have what he's having'. The name's Barosh, Barosh Savendown, by the way"

As the newcomer bursts through the door I quickly grasp both my dagger hilts ready to respond in the event of an attack feeling my neck scales raise in tension having been used to being bullied, abused, attacked due my my heritage before finally settling again and readjusting my hood to hide more knowing his kind*

Crow's cheerful expression fades somewhat as Nia mentions her parents. He knew what it was like to miss home; he was far from his own. "It's good you have something from them to remember home, at least. You carry them with you on your journeys that way," Crow says, nodding sagely as he remembers what his mother told him. He smiles then, eyes bright and ever curious.

"You like music too?" He asks, his smile growing into a gleeful grin as he speaks. "My father taught me how to play, and I'd be glad to share my music with you." 

Excited, Crow opens the satchel at his side and retrieves his lyre. The body of the instrument is embellished with a carving of three birds sitting in a gnarled old tree, the trunk of which extends up one arm of the lyre, and two black feathers hang from a cord of leather wrapped around its other arm. Crow flexes his clawed fingers and begins humming a cheerful tune as he plucks at the strings. However, he doesn't make it past the first few chords before the door bursting open startles him, and his hand falters. He snaps his head up toward the noise, eyes wide and the feathers on his arms ruffling in surprise as fight-or-flight kicks in. He looks the newcomer over, wary but curious, and his eyes light up when he spies the golden scales on the man's arms. "He's like me!" Crow says in an awed whisper.

Main Room

"Tallest and darkest, huh?" Ragella ponders for a moment. "Oh right, there is that." She rummages beneath the counter, pulling out a bottle made of dark glass. Opening it she decants the contents, a pitch black ale, into a tankard. "Black Dragon Brew, pretty nice stuff if I do say so myself. Clan Stoutridge if I recall correctly." She smiles at the newcomer, Barosh. "Hey hun, what sort of drink is to your liking? We have a couple more bottles of this stuff if you're interested."

"Do you have anything . . . purple? Purple is a good color. Symbolizes royalty and power. After all, you are what you drink!"

Barosh has no idea that he's rambling, and smiles in a mildly oblivious fashion. He puts a single gold piece onto the counter.

"I'll have the least amount of liquor I can get with this. Something expensive, something special"

Nia smiles bravely at Crow, '' Ah, yes. indeed. memories are a good thing. '' and nods slowly to what he says. 

She looks over at the newcomers and waves to them before returning her attention to Crow '' Could you play a song or two for us? '' she asks sweetly.

Persuasion: 14 

waits patiently for my drink not removing my eyes from the newcomer*

Fiven comes walking back from the private room down the hall shaking his head and muttering to himself "Useless, a complete waste of time," Seeing Arnold through the tavern "Oh Arnold good fellow that room is empty now in case someone wishes to use it"  He drops a small satchel of coin (about 45gp worth) "This should take care of things terribly sorry, if it doesn't leave a note in my room. I'll be sure to take care of it" sees that there are a few new faces in the tavern. Giving a quick look around not seeing his old friend Onyx, hopes he finally decided to give the drinking a break and go take a rest. He heads up the stairs, and after about 5 or 10 min walks back down the stairs with a bag over his shoulder, walking to the bar directly where Raggy is, even if other patrons are sitting there, not being pushy just calls over them to her. "Raggy I'll be back soon enough again, My friend Onyx is shall we say resting upstairs. I need to go back to where I was before, Greenholden, will this door take me there?" Whatever her answer is wether it be to just walk out or if she needs to direct me to another exit. Fiven thanks her, smiles and heads out. as he does for those who care to notice he seems to be talking to himself or to someone. "Call me thief one more time you stupid rock and I'll be sure to drop you in the deepest well I can find" 

Crow's gaze lingers on Barosh's golden scales for a moment longer, intrigued... and oblivious that the man isn't what he thinks, which is another shifter. Nia's voice draws his attention, and Crow turns back to her. "Sorry... Got a bit rattled there," he says sheepishly. "I'd be happy to play something." He casts a quick glance over the other occupants of the room and with a light-hearted chuckle, he adds, "This'll be my first time playing for strangers. It's kind of exciting."

Here we go! He cradles the lyre and taps on the arm of the instrument with his claws before his fingers move to the strings, and he begins to play an upbeat, whimsical tune.

Performance: 10

((This'll be my first roll on the site, so hopefully I'm doing this right. Fingers crossed! :'D))

Main Room

Ragella begins to rummage once again for another drink. "Well this is from a brewer from some distant island. Purple Unicorn I think they called it." She says, taking out a rich purple bottle of wine. "I can do you a half-glass for one gold."

After hearing Fiven's request, Ragella replies. "Sure, hun." She wanders out from behind the bar, grabbing the drink for Grilkugg. "Here we are, hun. 2 Silver, that." She says, placing the drink down before wandering over and escorting Fiven to the door, opening it for him so he can leave.

On her way back to the bar, she walks past where Crow is talking and performing. "Sounds great, hun. Think you've earned a freebie." She says, then looks to Nia. "Assuming my staff are going to take the drinks to the tables, that is." She adds in a jesting tone.

"Ooooh that looks wonderful! Make it a full glass, if you would".

Barosh puts down another gold piece and smiles widely at the glass in front of him.

Wanarus glances over to Barosh with a little bit of annoyance at his arrogant atmosphere. Wanarus picks up the wand and grabs out some more wood. This wood seems to glow with a slight sheen of silver at the lights in the tavern. He places the wood in, and mumbles a fixing spell. the wood clanks down on to the floor, and the wand falls in half. Wanarus looks disappointed and says to Ragella "Ma'am, I need that handy man you mentioned earlier. I just can't seem to fix my wand just right." Wanarus is clearly dissapointed in himself.

Roll for magic: 9

* seeing the bar owner is busy and already dropped off his drink doesn't reach for his money pouch smirking hoping he just got a freebie* (sorry I'm a rouge seems natural)*listens to crow play smiling gently*

Valenrtine enjoy greatly the music from Crow's preformence as she gaze into hes eyes the whole time, she think is it amazing tunes and all. 
'' Ah. Yes! a drink! sounds great~ very great. '' she jumps up from the seat and follows Ragella to the bar counter to receive the drink for Crow.
She feels a strange feeling in her chest as she holds her hands together and dont notice she is blushing. 

 Wanarus' eye twitches with anger at the song, clearly annoyed. He clenches his fist about to get up and brake the instrument in half, but calms himself.

As he plays, Crow begins to gently sway with the rhythm of the music, growing more confident as he gets into the performance. When his song ends and the last notes fade on the air, Crow looks to be in high spirits. He's smiling as he glances about the room, but it quickly fades when he catches the annoyance on Wanarus' face. Shrinking back, Crow keeps his eyes downcast and begins to smooth down the feathers on one arm nervously, his ears tinged pink with embarrassment. 

Ragella's voice catches his attention and he tips his head up to greet her with a friendly smile. "Really? Thank you, Miss! Thank you for the drink too. That's very kind of you. I don't mind paying, though," he says, his smile widening. He thinks for a moment, feeling a bit silly when he realizes he doesn't know much about taverns and their menus besides "food and drink". After a brief pause, he chuckles sheepishly and asks, "Ah... What would you recommend? Maybe something sweet. Or tea? I-if you serve it." 

Before Nia leaves, he turns his attention to her with another soft chuckle and offers her an apologetic smile. "Sorry for keeping you from your work, Nia."