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Fiven downs his shot and lets the alcohol coat his throat with that familiar burning sensation he hasn't felt for a very long time... he sits and waits until the feeling subsides and takes a sip of the iced tea drink. as Myx exhales the smoke and it creates a small elven figure. "Nice trick, must be great at parties, where would you like me to begin. As you probably guessed I am a wood elf, I've spent my whole adolescent life living in a small community deep in the woods, it wasn't until much later on in life that I ventured out into the cities. but only knowing how to hunt and live off the land, I was hard pressed to find work where ever I went and ended up working mostly manual labor jobs from there met some unsavory people and well here I am, but I am writing a new history for my self now... I could go on, but I am interested to know more about you? I have heard of your race and some of the lore about its origins from the elders as a child, what drives you to gather this knowledge and information? Is there a guild you belong to?

Main Room

Ragella looks to Corbin as he returns, shaking the cannister with the concoction she is making witihin. "Well, we do have a noticeboard if you're looking to hire some adventurers. It costs 5 gold to add to it if you want." She then decants the mixture into two martini glasses and adds an olive. The mysterious golden admixture gives off a slight hissing noise and a low level of mist. "Well, here you are, two transplanar gargleblasters. Enjoy."

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Myx smiles. "Well, it looks like there is plenty for your story to continue to then, dear Fiven." She places a clawed hand on his attempting to reassure him. "I'm not like the others of my kind, hence the different complexion. Knowledge is what drives us, the thought of knowing more and bringing further enlightenment. I could easily trade stories with others, but there is a varied weight to each of their stories. While the others of my kind would use this as leverage, I prefer to think of it as the correct bargaining tool. I like to leave with a mutual profit to both sides." She takes another sip of her drink. "So, is there anything else you require from my services while I am here?"

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Fiven finishes his drink. "Hmmm... I knew right away there was something different about you. Perhaps there will be more to tell when we meet again, but for now I do have some business to attend to in the city and must leave for a couple hours, but I do have a room here for tonight so I will be back, plus with this coin should be easy for you to find me again" He taps his boots, and if Myx hasn't noticed she would now, they are finely crafted as opposed to the rest of his clothing. They are a deep brown color laced in a copper thread with designs and gold leaves around the cuff of the boots. she would note they are Boots of Elvenkind 

(I think you're looking for [ magicitem ] for your tooltip)

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"Very well, my young Fiven." Myx says. "Pray tell me, which city do you hail to? I come and go to many places, so I intend to ensure that my business ventures are conveniently close by. It really helps me find time within my schedule."

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"Westgate, north of the Gilthmere and Giant Run Mountains" 

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Myx retrieves her diary and quickly flicks through it. "Well, I suppose it is a date, young Fiven." She replies. She finishes her drink before taking another puff from her cigarette before holding her hand out to shake. "I suppose I shall see you sometime in the future."

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"Yes, hopefully you will gather the info I need, and perhaps I can tell you more of my story, or provide Information you seek as well" Fiven shakes her hand, stands picks up his staff and opens the door for her to exit the room first and head back to the main room of the tavern. 

I slowly sip the drink "I have to say this is the best drink i've tasted" i place 5 platinum down on the table "a tip well deserved"

Main Room

Ragella looks to the platinum. "Well, it's good to see someone who tips well." She says, placing the platinum into a coffer underneath the bar. "So, let's hear your story, stranger. What brings one so accomplished and affluent to a cosy old tavern like this?"

Entering the room from a side corridor is Fiven, who sees three orcs in the corner leering at the half-elf and minotaur at the bar.

Corbin takes a sip of his drink. It is truly unlike anything he has tasted, as if a secret type of taste that was not known to him suddenly became part of his tongue's repertoire. (He can also make a DC 25 Constitution saving throw.)

Fiven, walking into the room takes notice of the orcs but does not look in their direction, walking past the lovely lute playing lady passes off 2 silver as a tip winks and keeps walking to the bar to the left of the half elf and minotaur about 2 seats away. "Ragella?" He calls out. When she comes over, "I'll be going out for a while where could I find a job board, thinking I may stay in town for a while, also how much to keep the room for the rest of the week?" 

Main Room

Ragella gives Fiven a smile. "Well if you want the rest of the week, it'll be another three." She holds up as many fingers. "And we have a recruitment board just over the fireplace if you're in need of business; it's usually requests from other travellers who come this way."

Con Save : 11

Corben loses his normally composed demeanour and becomes much more flamboyant " kind sir did you say you were looking for work I'm happy to offer you some my kind fellow " 

Corben finds his state of mind suddenly spinning as the empowered drink smashes his head metaphorically open from the intensity of the drink. He asked for the strongest, most exotic drink, and it delivered. (For the meantime, he is classed as poisoned and has reached a high state of drunkenness.)

Vyrax, the minotaur, takes a sip of the drink. His constitution check: 19

OOC: A note, Vyrax is a high-level blood hunter, and is immune to the poisoned condition.

(But is he immune to being drunk!?)

Kelryn watches as the patrons file into the tavern and start making merry among themselves. She smiles back at Fiven for his tip. "Thank you kindly~!"

The woman makes her way over to table of orcs who seem to be leering at the others. She winks at them and approaches them, her hips and pink hair swaying from side to side. "A joyous wonder to meet you here! I pray you didn't suffer the journey, but if you did, perhaps you will enjoy your time here now. So please," she said with her voice as sweet as honey, "tell me if there is anything I can sing or dance to make your stay a fantastic one!"

(Kelryn worried about trouble. Persuasion: 18)

Fiven pulls the three silver required and hands it to Ragella, "Thank you" he adds as he turns and looks at the clearly drunken half-elf, "My friend it is best to control ones urges rather fool one's self into happiness" in a quiet soft voice. He turns and walks towards the fireplace to read the job postings. 

"well my friend It is better that I fake happiness than give into my true urges" corben gives Fixen an insane looking style whilst raising his glass, Corben takes another sip.

Fiven walks up to the half-elf gets close enough so that only he can here Fiven speak and in a much deeper strong tone of voice. "True urges you say?...whats more pure and true than happiness. Hate, Anger and Regret will slowly kill you rather than those you wish death upon." Fiven turns and walks away to the board.