Crow lays his lyre in his lap to accept the mug. He looks surprised. He wasn't expecting such a large drink. A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks when Nia leans closer and pats his shoulder. "Thank you, Nia," he says with a sheepish chuckle. He peers down into the mug, trying to hide the color on his face behind his hair and taps his claws against the mug. "It smells kind of like the stuff back home. I can't wait to try it." Crow tips his head up then to give Ragella an appreciative smile. "Thanks again for the drink, Miss." Gesturing to the room then, adding, "You have a real nice tavern here."

He sips at his ale as he listens to the Banjo Man's song. He looks to be enjoying the drink and the music. When the song ends, Crow sets the mug aside for a moment and with his lyre tucked safely under his arm, he goes to drop a gold coin in Banjo's hat, looking at the man like an excited puppy. "I like your music, Mister. What kind of songs are those?" 

"The ones I learned travelling down below, in the many underground rivers that crisscross the land. I spent some time in a mind flayer prison; they tried to put one of their tadpoles in my head, but it did not end well for the tadpole. From that, I got some mouth-tentacles and fluency in deep speech. After my violent escape that resulted in 12 dead and 57 wounded, I took a job on a riverboat. From that, I got my banjo and my knowledge of magic. Eventually, I made my way to the surface, and here I am."

Threpe hears the bell and languidly stretches and walks out to the room from the back, toolbelt at the ready (with a few symbols of Waukeen for luck). He walks over to Ragella, and attempts to over enunciate his words to be heard over the din.

"What seems to be the problem, Miss?"

As he listens to Banjo's story, Crow nods along enthusiastically. "Tadpoles and mouth... tentacles? Wow, it sounds like you've had quite a life, Mister!" He looks like he's going to say something else but stops himself, leaving to fetch his mug of ale and hurriedly making his way back to sit at Banjo's table. "These are the kind of stories I want to share with my clan! Do you mind if I write that down?" He fetches a journal with the words "Lore Book" messily written on the cover from his satchel and a small pot of ink; the journal looks to be in a weird in-between state of new and worn. He plucks a feather from his cloak and leans forward in his seat, eagerly awaiting the man's answer. "Do you think you could teach me to play one of those funny songs too? I'm a fast learner and I can mimic sounds pretty well."

Wanarus gets up, and walks over to Threpe. "Howdy there, I need some help with this here wand." Wanarus holds up his wand which is clearly broken.

Threpe looks at the split wand. 

"Well, isn't this a dilly of a pickle?"

He holds the wand in his hands, trying to figure out a way to reattach the pieces without compromising any of its capacity otherwise. Eventually, inspiration hits.

"I'm sorry sir, but I think this may take a bit of doing. Feel free to take some food on my tab. I need to do a bit of work to get something that will make this work. I'm going to take these to my office, and try and put something together."

Threpe takes Wanarus' wand, and heads back to his room. There he takes the various thingamabobs and whatchamacallits out of his office, and starts working together on a ring and spring brace to fix the wand in place without placing anything between the parts of the wand or near the handle. Hopefully, this will be a lightweight brace that Wanarus will not even notice as he uses it.

Tinkerer Check to figure out how to build the device [int]24

Tinkerer Check to successfully put the brace together and on the wand [dex] 6 (if needed)

"Go on ahead. My stories are but one way I shall achieve immortality; I plan on doing something few other wizards have done: become a lich. As for the songs, I have the lyrics stored in my pack, with pronunciation guides in case I ever start a band."

Banjo Man rummages through his pack, and pulls out a set of very old papers. On them are strange tentacle-like symbols with common letters beneath them. He then carefully lays out the papers on the table.

"Here are the papers themselves. They are very old, and pretty fragile, so be very careful handling them."

Barosh, upon hearing mention of a lich, walks over. As he peers over Crow's shoulder at the papers, "Aren't you worried that if you become a lich heroes will come and slay you? I've heard liches are quite evil and a hero is supposed to destroy them."

"Lichdom is like a particularly dangerous and destructive enchanted knife. It is not inherently, irredeemably evil, though it leans towards it. Just like that knife, one could use lichdom for the greater good."

Main Room

Ragella leans over to Banjo. "Well, assuming you don't think devouring souls to keep yourself alive evil, that is." She says. "Won't have been my first tangle with a lich, I'll tell you. Might not be the last depending on how things go."

"Well, why not consume the souls of criminals sentenced to death, or the souls of invading hobgoblin and the like?"

Main Room

Ragella just raises an eyebrow at Banjo. "I think you need to get re-educated on how undeath works, hun."

"I think you need a valid argument. Nonetheless, I would like 20 eggs. 5 fried, 5 boiled, 5 scrambled, and 5 raw."

Threpe returns to the main room with Wanarus' wand, hoping his repair passes muster. He hands it to the tavern patron.

"why not give it a whirl. The spring loaded brace should lock everything in place without affecting any supernatural uses."

[OOC: I have no idea whether my rolls were sufficient for it to work; please let me know]

Wanarus thanks Threpe, and casts a simple light spell. The wand doesn't explode, or cause any significant damage, in fact it performs the spell perfectly. "Why thank you sir, how much do I owe you for this repair?" says Wanarus as he pulls out a hefty bag of gold, getting ready to give the man some coins.

Main Room

"Now, now, enough of the sass." Ragella chuckles. "Though if you really don't know, then undeath is powered by negative energy, which effectively is what destroys life and pretty much is an antithesis of the multiverse. I could go into detail, but that'd take plenty of time I don't have when my tavern has plenty of empty tankards. As for the eggs, twenty would cost you one silver."

Nia closely listening to the stories as she recognized the words 'tadpoles and tentacles-mouths' and keeps listening as she cleans up the empty tankards from guests.

Laying a glance to the Banjo and then keep working.   

Threpe smiles.

Just let anyone who likes your wand know who fixed it. I imagine "Threpe's Wandlocks" will sell like hotcakes in time. Besides, if you pay me, that's a little less money for you to spend on my employer's drinks and lodging, now isn't it?

"I already know about the principles of undeath, so you need not explain. I'll pay for the eggs once I see them. Now, back to my deep speech songs."

Yet another song begins in deep speech, banjo playing along.

Performance:

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This one sounds particularly awful, at least by human standards. Illithids would probably like it, though.

Nia begin humming to the song from Banjo smallish as she realizing it and holds her mouth with a free hand. ''ops.'' 
she keeps working as Nia still curious to the deep speech song and the tales of Illithids.