(@BewareTheDragon: If he is immune to the poisoned condition, he does not need to worry about the downsides. However, this is still an incredibly potent magical cocktail, so he will still be inebriated. To show the potency of the mystical concoction, a DC 25 is for just a small sip of the drink. A blood hunter, as one who imbibes such things, may have advantage on such checks, but still get drunk off of it. If it were that easy, then why would dwarves bother drinking? ;-) )

Main Room

Fiven steps over towards the fireplace. Above it is a large cork board with dozens of notes attached to it with small iron pins. They appear to be writting in various scripts, but seem somehow legible, as if a Comprehend Languages was enacted over the noticeboard. (Any particular sort of jobs you are looking for?)

Stepping through from one of the side corridors is a humanoid figure in a long flowing mage robes with a fox-like head. Its body is covered in a rich orange-red fur as a bushy tail sticks out beneath the robe. The fox-like person looks around the room, taking in each figure for a brief second before stepping up towards the bar. "Madam, thank you for your generous hospitality, you have been wonderful hosts."

"Ah, think nothing of it." Ragella replies. She smiles a little bashfully.

Ooc. Would a Greater Restoration be able to cure drunkeness

OOC: looking for something that FIven could put his skills to but at the same time, a post that is more pleading for help rather than a paid job, I'm assuming he will leave the tavern for how ever long it takes and return later correct?

(@Crashlander16: Well, checking the things it can do, not really. It isn't a charm, curse, nor petrifies you. Also, you wanna waste good diamond dust on not having a good time getting hammered?)

Main Room:

Fiven skims through the notes until something catches his eye. It is a job request looking for someone to help with reconnaissance, experienced people apply and those who can work with minimal supplies and with subtlety and stealth preferred. He notes at the top of the noticeboard it reads Those Who Wish To Take a Bill Speak To Ragella.

"In which case I shall take my leave for now." The fox lady says to Ragella, leaving a five platinum pieces. "Oh, and add that to the boy's tab. It is helpful if he can stay somewhere nearby in case I need to contact him."

Ragella looks down to the money. "Well that'll keep him here for a while I'd say, based on his expenses."

Seeing ragella speaking with Myx, he gets Arnold's attention and inquires about the job posting. "I wish to help with this. Should I bring her the paper?"

"I'm sorry ragella i did not tell you why i have  come here" Corben casts Major Image in order to animate his story " I am a collector of knowledge artefacts and other curiositys for instance take my belt the Belt of Storm Giant Strength I received it from the storm giant king after giving him some asscitance with a dragon problem" Corben pulls out a book and places it on the table "this tome as another example holds knowledge of a variety of creatures from rats to dragons. It states their habitats lifestyle companionship as well as results from autopsy's" as Corben talks he is flicking through the tome  for a brief second even social races such as humans elves and tieflings are displayed. "I'm hoping to complete my knowledge bit by bit hence why i come to establishments like this to find new curiositys" as he says that he swirls his drink slightly.

Main Hall

Arnold comes over to Fiven's beckon and looks at the bill. "Well if you enquire with Ragella, then she will provide the additional information. She has quite a good memory for each of those, so you do not have to attempt to remove one, just describe the bill and she can fill you in on the details."

Ragella listens to Corben's tale, nodding as he speaks. "Well, if you're after interesting artefacts and bits of knowledge there's usually interesting folk who come in here from time to time. I'm sure you'll bump into someone with some interesting tidbits to help you." She looks to the page of the autopsy on elves. "So long as you aren't practising that under this roof, it's all good."

The fox-lady seems to oversee Corben's tome. "My, my... You have quite the hobby, don't you? Well if you are wanting to barter for knowledge, let's just say I can be an untapped reserve you haven't met yet." She holds her clawed hand out. "They call me Myxolyn, though my clients refer to me as Miss Myx. I am heading out on business momentarily, but if you are planning on staying here a spell, I may be back should you wish to discuss your pursuit of knowledge."

"Okay thank you" Fiven gives a small head bow to Arnold and walks back to the bar, "Ragella, When you get a chance I'd like to inquire about a job on the board" when she comes over after she is done with Corbin, he will explain the job posting. 

Main Room

Myx chuckles as she gives Fiven a pat on the back. "Well, my dear boy, I suppose you have things to do. I'll see you in the future sometime." She heads to the exit, slinking out of the doorway with her tail brushing the door on her way out.

Ragella smirks. "Strange one, that one." She comments before looking to Fiven. "Oh, right. The quest board. Right, well..." She beckons Fiven to head to the far end of the bar to speak a little more in private. "Right, well let's hear which one it is." After listening to Fiven's description. She appears to be reaching into another container beneath the bar, one that appears to be some sort of cabinet. "Well, I think this is the one you are looking for." Ragella says, taking a slip of parchment out and placing it in front of Fiven.

Parchment reads as follows.

"Yes she is curious, but I can tell she is genuine in her quest." Fiven, reads the parchment. "Yes, this is the one I was referring to." He says. "Could you assist me in the direction of this 'Lions Paw'" 

Main Room

Ragella looks to the parchment. "Greenholden, sure." She mutters. "Follow me." She leads Fiven to the doorway of the building and opens it. Fiven sees that it leads out into a street he's pretty sure he didn't walk in on; a big sprawling metropolis of tall buildings and arcing pathways several stories up. "Follow the road down to the third left, go up two floors and it'll be on the right." She says, gesturing out along the road. "You can't miss it. Oh, and give Larran my regards, she's the half-elf that runs the place."

"Oh that's great, but first I must gather some things from the room upstairs, I will back momentarily" Killian hurries to his room, grabs his cloak from the wardrobe the two daggers from his bag and places them in the sheaths that are sewed  into the inside of the cloak, He reaches under the bed and opens the coin pouch dumping the contents onto the bed, various different coins cascade across the bed, he takes the silver change from downstairs and puts it in the pile., Then proceeds to count himself out 20 GP worth and set it aside varying in copper silver and a single gold piece. he places the coins in pockets he has inside his cloak and along the belt area of his pants. taking the remainder and putting it back inside the pouch and placing it again in the hiding spot under the bed. he returns to Ragella, "Okay I am ready, and I will be sure to see Larren while I am there."

And with that Fiven heads out the door and looks around as this is not what he remembers when he entered earlier, He looks around...puzzled. Shakes his head and continues down the street, counting the streets as he goes 1........2.........3 He looks at the building.....

Perception for when he stepped outside:8

Investigation to find the correct building:2 

EDIT: 'Shit was it left or right side of the street, did I go too far or not far enough'  Fiven thinks to him self

Outside the Tavern

Fiven seems to find himself now lost in a metropolis of a city, regretting not asking for the directions to be written down. (PM me if you want to continue this trail, or leave it to play out offscreen)

Main Hall

Ragella looks to Corben and Vyrax. "Well, you two have handled that better than anyone else I've made it for. You must be made of stout stuff, they'd normally be passed out." She chuckles as she puts the mixing ingredients away.

There is a call from across the hall from the orcs. "Wench! More ale!"

(Referring to Kelryn? She is over there with them and trying to speak with them unless they are just ignoring her despite a 20+ persuasion roll.)

( The orcs seem to be inferring that call over to Ragella)

Main Room

The orcs seem to not mind Kelryn, though they have been pretty antagonistic to everyone else they have interacted with. The slightly larger orc looks her up and down. "Sing a song of death and battle." He tells her, it seems manners are not this trio's strong point.

Main Room

The door opens again as a Kenku dressed in grey traveller's garb and studded leather armour limps into the tavern. He seems badly wounded on one side and is bleeding onto the floor.

(Guess I'll try some necromancy to return this thread to life)

Main Room

The orcs are demanding a wartime song from their entertainer as the kenku stumbles in. Arnold walks over and helps the kenku into a seat. "I need healing." The kenku says in a gruff tone that seems strange for a small birdfolk.

(Oops, was so busy DMing my PBP games I missed these updates... sigh. Rolling performance first to see what greatness or mistakes Kelryn will make! 17)

Kelryn grins at the orc patron. "Why yes, milord, I will certainly sing you such a song."

The bard briefly strums a few chords in what seems to be something melancholic. Perhaps the fair maiden would sing, instead, about the sorrow of lost life or whatever these softies tended to sing of. Instead, her strumming becomes rapidfire and she spits out the words in a shrill voice, not unlike what some might call death metal - 

Beyond the mountains of slain corpses,
You will find me!
A battleaxe in hand as blood drips, drips, drips.
A promise to Grimmore of my eternal servitude,
to deliver the souls of the wicked and undeserving to his door!

She continues on another minute singing about this Grimmore and how in each battle she prays to continue to slay her foes in order to overflow the rivers of the underworld and give her dark master, a death god, more power.

Main Hall

The orcs seem disappointed at first, Kelryn's soft melodic tune being soothing. Then as soon as it picks up into a more erratic and powerful tone they seem delighted, slamming their hands on the table in time with the song. They seem to be in a much more jovial mood now, thanks to that epic bardic performance.

Ragella heads over to the kenku, checking him once over. "Oh my, got a bad gash there." She says before placing her hand over them. A glow of light comes from her hands as the healing knits the exposed wound back together.