Roxy smiles a little. "I'm... resourceful. It helps that I can pretty much blend in with any creature. And I'm not always alone." She sips her tea quietly. 

Me?... I... I.... I can't do anything..... I'm just an outcast I do what I must to survive... I mean I can breath fire I guess if I must

As Filius takes a sip of his Quester's Quench ale, he notices he's at the bottom of his glass. Looking up from the book he was engrossed in, he raises a hand to get the lovely Ragella's attention, "my dear, could I trouble you for another pint of this delightful brew of yours?"

Chloe, the diminutive owl keeping Filius company, gives him a peck on his ear. Filius adds, "seems Chloe would like a refill of snacks as well. She's feeling peckish this evening." Filius chuckles to himself at the clever wordplay he's sure nobody else thought quite so clever.

Roxy raises an eye and smiles. "Fire breathing is an impressive skill. I just have me and my fists."

*blushes slightly not that it''d be noticed through his scales* "its not that impressive I haven't even seen a fair fight yet in my life usually I'm just trying to survive"

They glance distractedly up at Filius. "Oh! I'll have one of those, thanks!" They turn back to the table. "So, a firebreather? Knew a friend that... actually, I won't start this story because by the end everyone will be gone home, but... yeah. A very good ability to have." They lean in slightly. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you learn t use the fire? I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but nothing like that. And you, did you... would you happen to be a monk? I've heard tales of a nearby monastery, that's why I tried to planejump like this, but I ended up here."

Roxy nods with a slight frown. "Yeah. A monk. You can say that. In any case I guess I'm a mix between a monk and a fighter? But I WAS raised in a monestary." You can sense the slight disdain in the way she talks about her past, her fingers starting to lightly tap the table rhythmically. 

"Use?.... I dunno if i would really call it use.... its mostly for cooking..."  *chooses is words carefully trying not to sound at all like the fighter i aspire to be* "its just a natural trait my father had it and his father before him"

Briefly distracted Random lets a slightly incredulous grin creep across their face. "Wait, did I just hear that correctly? Cooking?! Oh my gods yes. That is an amazing... I know a spell. One that lets me do the same as you do. But using it for cooking... gods I have so many iðeas nowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

they stand up, unholster ther lute with a flourish, and start playing a jaunty and completely improvised shanty entitled "The Dragon's True Power" about a cook that invents a way to use their dragon breath for cooking. Throughout, they shift their faces to match each ridiculous character introduced.

Performance14 

With the first strum half the strings snap from accidentally strumming with a dragon claw, but they manage to make an average but enjoyable song out of an absolute trainwreck 

Listens intently wondering what its all about and wondering if it has to do with his history*

Perception:8

Roxy, watching with slight interest, raises her eyebrow as she taps her fingers on the table to the song, cringing a little as the strings snap. She offers him a small applause before returning to drinking her tea, happy to listen in to the conversation between these two.

applauds with maybe a little too much enthusiasm* "wow that was fantastic whatever it was about..."

"Thanks. I tend to do that, when an idea pops into my head, I make a song. I once gave away my party's position in a goblin camp testing a song about nilbogs." They heft their lute and their already-bluish swirling skin turns completely blue and glows with magical light as the strings on their lute snap back into shape. 

(Also, there's nothing implicitly about keyshawn, just the idea Keyshawn gave them)

Roxy smiles slightly, noticing her tea is empty. She sets the cup back down on the table and watches the two as they talk.

"Does anyone want something to drink? I'm running out of wine."

Roxy smiles slightly and shrugs. "I could do with some more tea if you'll please." She moves to dig into her bag for the coin to pay for it.

"No, I'll pay. Keyshawn? Want anything?" They smile reassuringl and take out a platinum, getting up and tossing it towards the bar. "One bottle of elvish wine and  a tea refill for the changelings, and whatever the hell the dragonborn wants I'll pay for."

"can I get another one of those amazing dark brews you have turned me on to miss....rag... I'm sorry i can't remember...."

Roxy looks between the two that are slowly getting drunker, leaning back in her chair with amusement. She silently flickers the skin on her arms between a normal human tone and the scales of a dragonborn, different in color and texture than the one across from her. She seems to almost get lost in thought and consideration.

turns my attention to the changling girl* "and you let me tell you.... your awesome your so small and cute like a hatchling but kind like a mother and strong like me.. hiicc.."