Wanarus is on the ground, crying and laughing at the same time. he tries to say "Sorry" but it comes out in Undercommon. He tries to get up, but when he stands, he falls back to the ground.

*I won't challenge the bartenders words. re-sheaths my rapier* "My apologies but understand I won't stand by and watch a minority *motions to crow* who just gave us such beautiful music get bullied but anyone especially for something he had nothing to do with" *watches as wanarus struggles to stop laughing or even stand"

Wanarus manages to say "P-pleas-e S-top HAHAH t-the sp-spell b-ban-HAHAHAH-jo ma-HAHAHAH-n" Wanarus is clearly in pain.

"Fine. There are larger problems to deal with."

Spell: ended

Wanarus gasps when he finally stops laughing, and he crawls away, grabbing his wand.

*Continues to fondle my hilt as i see wanarus reach for his wand* " I wouldn't do that if i were u"

Wanarus looks up at the man. "I just wish to put it back in it's hilt, please I mean no harm." Wanarus has tears streaming down his face.

"fine but no funny business..." *nods allowing u to re-sheath your wand*

'' Well..not exactly... It seems you have problems with me? What's the matter? '' She smirks to Banjo man '' i only work here and doing my job as a maid, not sucking another's brain, why in  Ilsensine's worth would i do that...? '' 

 "Hey! What's the problem here?" Despair glances questioningly at Ragella.

Onyx see's Despair come down the stairs and asks his question from all the commotion going on.

"Well this guy plays that awful banjo and sings like he's getting tortured, the bird fellow seems to be taking notes, then this one attacked him, he made him fall and laugh, then that one started in. Raggy yelled, all but the banjo guy stopped, and now you're all caught up." Onyx smiles at him kicks the chair out to invite him to sit at his table. "Seems I have some extra coin you hungry? My treat." 

"My banjo playing is far superior to yours, fool!"

"Being that I don't play the banjo I would have to agree with that statement." Onyx thinks for a second,  "On the other hand, maybe I could play a little better than you if you wouldn't mind me trying it out" 

Persuasion : 3 

"No. If you want one, I'll tell you where to get one, but nobody touches my banjo."

"Okay then that's fine, would be a shame if someone stole it from you though huh?" Onyx will remain within eyesight of the banjo player for the remainder of the day/night. 

Crow cards his fingers through his hair and sighs. This wasn't how he imagined the day doing at all. Maybe everyone would feel better after a nap. For a brief moment Crow contemplates trying out the Sleep spell he knows by playing a lullaby, but he ultimately decides it miiight not be the best idea; he's already caused enough trouble for one day. When Despair greets him, Crow hesitantly tears his gaze away from the quarreling group to greet Despair, a curious twinkle in his eye. "Ah, hi! Hello! You've met more of my kind before?" He looks ecstatic to hear it, but before he can ask anything else, the shouting around him draws Crow's attention back again. 

"Please don't hurt my friend, Mr. Banjo! I don't know what you think she is, but Nia's been very nice." He gives Banjo a pleading look before turning to Grilkugg and adding, "You're nice too. Thanks for looking out for me, Sir."

Crow grows quiet then and glances between Banjo and Nia, then Grilkugg and Wanarus, fretting and fiddling with his claws. But after a moment, he gathers his courage once more and rounds the table to stand beside the Wanarus. The shifter looks nervous, and there's an obvious hesitation to his actions as he offers a hand to help the man up, but he's hopeful that the gesture will be taken as a sign he means no ill. "Um... I'm sorry, Sir... Are you okay?"

'' Hmm... Well, well, well. please everyone. let's calm down...nobody steals another's items... let's enjoy another tale or song... '' Nia tries to calm everyone, glance at Banjo and Onyx. 

'' I wouldnt hurt anything or anyone in this tavern, Banjo..by order of my parents and laws here. '' she sends to Banjo and Crow in her deep speech.

"Hmm? Oh! Yes! I met a tribe of shifters, somewhere around northern Faerūn. Near Bryn Shander, I think. They were great, but..." Despair's face turns sour. "Only a few made it out. They formed an alliance with a tabaxi clan later, and they are probably happy now." As Despair begins to sink into his thoughts, he shakes his head suddenly and speaks up cheerily. "You're the only one I've seen since! So, it's good to see you."

"In fact, a friend of mine, Toast, is from that very same clan, a half-tabaxi. I'll ask him about them." Despair glances over to Nia and  The Banjo Man. Is that Deep Speech?

Wanarus crawls onto his chair, clutching his chest trying to regain his breath. He pulls out a flask, and takes a swig and he looks better. He glances over to Crow, and then to Banjo, his face tinged with annoyance. He pulls out a small book and begins reading it, trying to drown out everyone's voices.