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"Depends, how hungry are ya and how fancy you're wanting, hun." Ragella replies. "Copper piece bar snacks, or actual meal dishes cooked up by Sloth."

"A friend huh? I've got one of those, just one, the longest friend I've had so far, at least one who's lived the longest." the context of Fletchers comment as in friend = foe went right over Onyx's head. "He's upstairs now handling some business. should be down soon enough though."

Wanarus stands up. "Well, I suppose I should go." He leaves the tavern.

The door opens to let in a gnome in a leather cloak, who comes in from somewhere snowy, proceeds to the table nearest the fireplace, then sets his leather satchel on the chair, and his walking staff leaning against the wall by the table. He removes his cloak and shakes off the snow, before draping it over the back of one of the chairs. Icicles are still hanging from his beard, as he makes eye contact with Ragella, "weather seems to have kicked up a bit, in the area I just came from. Would love a Dwarven Dubbel to warm me from the inside, while I let your fireplace warm my bones."

Filius closes his eyes for a moment, then suddenly, a tiny owl flies through the closing door, to perch on Filius' shoulder. "Yes, Chloe, it's much nicer in here." Filius digs in the pocket of his tweed vest for a small piece of dried meat, which he holds up to the owl, who eagerly snatches it from between his fingers. Treat gone, Chloe nips affectionately at Filius' nose before hopping onto the back of the chair nearest the fireplace, basking in the warmth, her piercing yellow eyes scanning the room, as Filius smooths the snow and ice from his beard, seated in the chair next to his familiar. 

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Ragella smirks. "Think I have just the thing, hun." She says to Filius. "How does some Fire Bolt whiskey sound? Warms the body and the mouth." She heads to behind the bar again and takes out a square-ish shaped red bottle with a faded yellow label on it which seems to have a list of warnings on it.

Filius looks over toward Ragella with a cocked eyebrow, "I'm not usually into the hard stuff, but you've peaked my curiosity with this one. Just the one of those, mind you. Last time I ventured into the distilled drinks, well... you know how it goes," Filius says with a slightly sheepish grin. He looks at the owl, who is sitting on the back of the chair across from Filius, giving him a look, "Oh, you keep your thoughts to yourself, unless you want to spend some time as an octopus." The owl hops over to Filius' shoulder and nips at his ear; "Ow! You know I'm just joking. I'd only ask it of you if it was absolutely necessary." He gives her another treat of dried meat, then pulls out some coin for the drink.

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Ragella chuckles as she pours a shot out for the gnome. "You know, there's a bowl of bar snacks over there, which has some nuts in." She offers to the familiar as she slides the glass down towards Filius.

Filius places the coins on the counter next to the glass, which he picks up, sniffs the potent liquor, then with a shrug, says "bottoms up" and pounds it back. Placing the glass down with a blank look on his face, Filius then gets the full-body grimace and shiver. "Yep... yep. I'm feeling the warmth starting already. Wow. Thank you kindly, that'll melt the ice in my toes for sure. Now, do you have anything of Dwarven origin, that's a nice warming, slow-sipping-by-the-fire kind of ale?"

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"Well I wouldn't be a good dwarf if I didn't have my own special brew, would I?" Ragella chuckles. "Something for the fireside, hun? How about a personal brew of mine; Quester's Quench. Will fill you up for a while; proper dwarven ale, made right here in the brewery cellar."

(Big blue dragonborn sceled armor) how long do I need to wait hear for a quest. So tell me do I forget about it and just past out.

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(Big blue dragonborn sceled armor) how long do I need to wait hear for a quest. So tell me do I forget about it and just past out.

There is a large cork noticeboard above the fireplace (where Filius is seated near). The board appears to be filled with pinned notes of various requests, missions, and other various things in multiple languages. (Is there a quest of any sort you are looking for? Also what languages does your dragonborn speak?)

(got up) "oh no Stoll my how good" is any one hear

He speaks common and draconic

In town stuff I don't feel like going to far out

"Quester's Quench? Sounds delightfully intriguing!"

Filius takes a handful from the snack bowl, which he places into a small dish he finds on the end of the bar. He then turns to deliver this to his familiar warming itself patiently by the fire, with but only one small stumble as the Fire Bolt whiskey makes itself known to Filius' constitution. Dish delivered, he turns to retrieve his ale, then wisely decides to leave that to the professional, and sits down.

"Ahh say there Dragonborn, lookin for a quest are ya? well, let's see what we have going on round town" Onyx jumps up from his seat and starts to look over the notices on the board. "hmm reading each one softly... slay a drag... oh help on a farm, creepy crawly things need to be removed from..., AHHH!! here we go" Onyx pulls off a sheet. "This one here should be perfect, Wanted Stong able-bodied adventurer to aid in the delivery a sizeable package to Greenholden  Monastery, Cart and Horse will be provided for the journey. Must bring own tent. and umm let's see it says here to uh, OH Cooking skills a plus" Onyx puts the paper away in his pocket while guiding the Dragonborn to a seat close by as he does he squeezes the Dragonborn's arms a little to feel the mass of muscle under whatever garments he has on. "So sounds like a good time, am I right? Raggy a round here for our new friend" He gestures as he grabs his drink he's been sipping on this whole time. "What's your name Lad? My name's Onyx. So you think you're up for a little travel to Greenholden?"

No I give up, you sond like much to handle I'm going home

Notices another Dragonborn walk in and perks up a little not seeing many of my own kind outside of settlements designed for dragonborns* "hey tir ti jaseve filki sjerit rarely tepoha ocuirtor lyriki di wer hefoc"

I'm hear, name of azezal enjoying myself not to miss take myself I'm not with any church afters.

The door opens silently, and a hooded person(?) who is most distinctly not Banjo Man walks in. He moves with an unearthly fluidity, not unlike an octopus hauled outof the water. The thing takes a seat at the bar.