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Ragella nods. "Yeah, we can accept parcels for people staying here, assuming they are still renting here for when their parcel arrives." She explains to Onyx. "As for the money pot, still going okay for now if you're after anything in particular."

"Ya know what, maybe something a little more exotic, something I can sip on while I wait, Nothing that will put me on my ass too quickly just comfortably numb" Onyx's eyes get a little wide at the thought of being super drunk but still functional something he's never experienced before. 

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"Sure hun, something exotic." Ragella goes back to her tome on the bar, opening to a page listed as Taihi Punch. She looks over the ingredients, then goes into the small refrigeration unit at the side of the bar, pulling out a fresh mango and a lime. She then proceeds to grate some of the lime, add some liquid from an unlabelled spirits bottle, then juice the mango.

"mmm a little fruity, that's a change of pallet for me. but I like it!" Onyx raises the glass and gives Rag a big smile, "Like I said I'll just be over here waiting for Fivens package to arrive."

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Onyx takes his seat with his 'exotic' drink. Not too alcoholic, and the fruity punch isn't too overwhelming, allowing for the spirits to be appreciated.

After a little while of quiet, the door opens as a elven woman in a courier's uniform wanders in carrying a sack. She approaches the bar. "I have a delivery for a Mr. Fiven." She informs Ragella.

"That's right, hun. He's stayin' here for now." Ragella says. "Need me to authorise the delivery?"

"If you could." She holds out a small stone tablet as Ragella places a hand upon it. "Thanks." The sack is then placed onto the bar with a groan from the elf as it makes a heavy metallic noise.

"Alright, see you later, hun." Ragella replies.

Keyshawn walks in bloodhawk on my shoulder wearing my chainmail and looks around*

"Anyway, I must be going. Need to find Despair before he finds more people to disturb." They run their hand through their hair and give a smile. "Farewell and adieu to you!" And with a final tip of the hat, Random walks off into the mist.

pulls up at the bar and slams down a gold* "Tender I need a dart stout stat"

Onyx seeing the courier enter and leaving the package on the bar gets up from the table and heads over. "Is this what Fiven was waiting for?" He picks up the sack underestimating it's weight as he almost drops it on the floor. "Oh whoops... Don't know how Fiven's gonna carry this around, Oh well I'll just bring it up to him." He turns and walks through the tavern to the stairs that lead up to the rooms. 

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"I hear ya," Ragella says to the newcomer (if you could provide a physical description of the character, please do so). She reaches for a chilled bottle labelled Ichor of the Night. It looks like a potent drink as she uncorks is and pours it for them. "I'm Rag, by the way, and this'll be a silver." As she watches Onyx struggle with the parcel, she chuckles. "I can have it taken up for you if you want."

The door creaks open to reveal a tall half-elf with a rapier slung across his back. By his side walks a creature that you recognize as a Hippogriff; a half horse, half eagle conglomeration whose golden-brown feathers are starting to grey near the beak. It is also the size of a horse and looks out of place in the comfortably cramped room of the tavern. The half-elf stares around the room with sparkling blue eyes, grins, and calls over to the barkeeper. " 'Ello over there! Would it be possible for me to bring ol' Myromar 'ere in, or should I teather 'im out side?"  The Hippogriff gives a snort of indignation at being referred to as “ ‘Ol Myromar,” but stays where he is.

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Ragella raises an eyebrow at the hippogriff. "I'd say use a stable, but sod it. As long as it doesn't crap on the floor."

“That should be fine, ‘e doesn’t cause much trouble. Well, there was the one time... but that was a Drow, so it was fine. Name’s Fletcher, by the way.” The new arrival wanders over to a table and sits down, stretching his arms behind his head with a sigh.

"Nope... UGHH... I'm Fine... Humph" Onyx pulls and strains as he tries to carry the sack up the stairs almost dropping its contents twice before disappearing out of view. 

A few moments later he can be seen walking back down the stairs towards the bar. Seeing the newcomers and the hippogriff Onyx Introduces himself.

"Hey there. Names Onyx" He extends a hand to the tall half-elf, "whatever yer look'in for Ms. Raggy's sure to have it, sorta stumbled upon this little honey pot myself not too long ago. hell didn't even know it existed..." Onyx leans in a little closer and quiets his voice as he speaks " Not sure if I wanna leave may never find it again." He leans back once again and louder says "Enjoy the drink and the food, sometimes there is music." He pauses and looks at the half-elfs belongings at his side whats in plain sight "good doesn't look like you play the banjo. god awful instrument that is... Uh anyway like I said names Onyx and just keep yer horse bird companion in check don't need it spooking too easily and making a mess of the place"

“Myromar don’t spook! And you could say I’m ‘is companion, ‘staid of the other way ‘round. Worst ‘il do is take a bite outta you if you bug ‘im.” Fletcher reclinines in his seat. “Unless you’re a Drow.” He adds darkly “but then you’d have more to worry about.” He pats his sword. Then a smile breaks across his face. “Anyhoo, I’m Fletcher, Blade Bard Extraordinaire by trade, though it seems all the performers call themselves that these days. Dark times we live in indeed, when any fool who plays a lute can say they’re a bard.” He says all this with a grin, and as he talks he seems to lose his accent. 

"Fletcher, its a pleasure. Mind if I take a seat here with you?" Onyx pulls a chair over and sits putting his drink down as well "So what brings you two over this way? Work or pleasure?" 

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You see a young looking dragon-born can't be more then 15 or 16 but still having hit matureity smile as he accepts the drink and hands u a silver* "thank you mamm much appreciated" *sits back a little relaxing as i take a swig my reddish scaley skin sparkling on the brass highlights in the lamp light closing my eyes as i enjoy as i open them again u see the yellow cat like eyes clearly content*

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"Warnin', leave your wars at the doors." Ragella calls across to Fletcher. "We will service for even dark elves, so long as they ain't trying to cause any trouble." She stretches her back a bit before beginning to clean up the empty glasses to be sent to the kitchens to be cleaned.

"No fear! I'm not lookin' for trouble. Besides, I've settled my score with them for the time being" Fletcher turns back to Onyx. "Speakin' of, that's what I was doing up here. Came up to find an old friend." The way he says friend makes you think that the "friend" probably ended up in small pieces. "But, la'a mori naa mori, la'a me'a naa me'a, as they say!" And with that Fletcher calls over to the bar. "Whatd' ya got in the way of eatables?"