Flint enters the bar

"hello have any quests or strong drinks available"

 (Hey there Foalan2003, would you like to give a quick description of Flint for the rest of the people? You can see descriptions of the members of staff here)

The Main Room

Ragella looks up from healing the wounds of the kenku. "Just a sec, hun. How about taking a seat at the bar and we'll fix you up a drink? If you're interested in quests, there's a noticeboard over the fire."

Arnold helps the kenku into a seat and begins talking to it quietly.

"Thank you, thank you!" Kelryn winks at the orcs. "I shall be present all night. Perhaps later one of you handsome gents will join me for a dance?"

Kelryn moves away from the orcs with a sway in her hips and spies the newcomer. "Oh, Ragella's drinks are lovely. I think you will find them both strong and darling.

"By the way, my name is Kelryn, what's yours?"

The door swings open and a man wearing a cloak rushes into the tavern wide-eyed and looking all around calling out in a nervous almost scared voice "Emon...Emon.... Where are you" he stands at the entryway his eyes and head darting in every direction his stance is somewhat crouched as if he lost something and is looking for it. realizing that whatever it was he was following is gone he drops to his knees hands to his face and sobs at the doorway. 

Flint steps in the light and offers to buy onyx a beer or 2

Flint is a half elf with the start of a beard and  green travel worn eyes in a grey cloak and a common set of clothes that all a bit muddy from travel

"A drink, sure...could use something to calm my nerves" onyx replies to the halfling, "Names Onyx"

Main Hall

Ragella hurries back to behind the bar as fast as her squat dwarven legs will carry her. "Right, so where were we. Ah yes, some strong ales for the happy customers. Name's Ragella, by the way. Nice to meet ya. We can do ale, wine, alchemixology, you name it. I have recipes from all over the realms, so based on your favoured taste and favoured coin to pay with I'm sure we can work something out."

The orcs in the corner applaud for their new favourite performer. "I like you, half-elf. You can play again!" The leader says in a slightly warmer tone than he had been using earlier.

The tavern's door opens, slowly, as a short, shadowy figure hesitates there, looking at the sign reading 'Leave your wars at the doors.'  After a moment he slips inside and allows the door to close softly behind him.

The White Wolf is aptly named, a small figure wrapped in a cloak made from a white wolf's pelt.  Little can be seen of him at first, as the wolf's head serves as a hood casting his face in shadows.  After a moment, the man lifts his head, revealing a young pale face and wary silver eyes rimmed with redness.  As he allows himself to relax a bit, the Wolf's cloak trails behind him, revealing shabby clothing beneath.  Indeed, except for the cloak, the young man seems to be worn and wrapped in on himself, his thin face gaunt and exhausted, his clothing torn and stained.  It's fairly clear this young man has been having a rough time.

He remains tense as he approaches the bar, steering clear of orcs, and examines the chalk board.  He pulls from his pocket three copper coins, which rest in his palm glinting in the light for a moment before he closes his hand tightly over them.  He waits, tense but patient, at the bar.

A human dressed in the tribal clothing of a druid walks in, tapping the ground in front of her with a quarterstaff. She is barefoot. She occasionally makes clicking sounds, her ears pricking up.

Names Flint as he helps Onyx nice to meet you as he pulls out three gold coins to pay and sees the young man he says" rough weather,care for a drink and if its all right might I ask where your from both of you that is" he then says to Ragella "ill take a beer how about you two?"

"I am from the land of cold. The land of snow. The land of the rustling branches, the smell of pine. The land of the whistling of the cold wind. The land where my friend, the cold, reigns."

(Even if Flint wasn't talking to her, she speaks anyway. Even if Flint was facing away from her, she still believes that he is talking to her. If he was talking to her NVM.)

Kelryn enjoys the eyes on her and the request for a new song. She thinks about inspiration and hears the druid woman speak of her homeland. "Ahh, a perfect topic!"

She picks at her cords, establishing a beat that follows the flow of her song:

In the land of ice and snow,
A cold hand collects her prize.
A blue woman known as Winter comes but once a year,
Wherever she goes death draws near.

The topics are morose, but whatever keeps the orcs from harassing the other patrons is a win.

(Performance: 20)

Flint turns around at hearing her saying "ah I didn't hear u come in nasty weather out there either way nice to meet you also care for a drink' as he begins pulling a few silver out "but you said we're from the north here there's lots of people flocking to a small magic items shop sounds way over priced though any of it true

The woman sits down on a bar stool, facing the wrong way. She takes a flask from her belt  and tips it over into her mouth. Blackish-brown, viscous goo flows from it, smelling sour with a sweet tang. She then waves her hand, and a handful of berries appear. She eats one, then offers one to Flint.

"The cold is kind to me. It bothers me not. My name is Only-The-Cold. Care for a Goodberry?"

"Thank you" I accept the good berry 

Flint "so why do they call you only the cold do u help with the winter?"

"When I was born, there was no light. Only the cold. There was no dark either. Only the cold. No sunlight shining through the trees. Only the cold. No snow on the trees. Only the cold."

She stares at Flint while saying this, her sightless eyes somehow looking deeper than any normal eyesight could.

Main Room

Ragella starts pulling the pints from the casks behind the bar. "Well hun, there's a nice warm fireplace if you want some relief from the cold out." She says to Only-The-Cold.

"Wench, more ale!" The orcs call from their corner seating.

"I hear ya, stop your moaning!" She calls back at them. "And I ain't no wench!" She looks back to the group at the bar. "Honestly, no manners in those lot. If they run out of coin they're gone."

In the meantime, the kenku seems to have recovered a bit, Arnold brushing away some stray feathers that caught on his uniform. The kenku turns its head to look to Arnold. "Thank you." It says in a little girl's voice, then in the voice of a hearty dwarf. "Ye cannae let a laddie quaff and ale, can ye?"

The White Wolf's expression flickers a grin as he watches the others.  It all kind of seems familiar to him.

He bows his head and replies in a soft voice, "I too hail from the cold, from the mountains."  

Onyx thanks Flint again for the ale, as Ragella pours the drinks, he asks "how long has this place been here? I've been around a very long time and do not ever remember seeing this tavern."

"We're a little new." Ragella says. "Only got setup a few days ago. Doesn't stop a colourful cast of characters from coming in." The dwarf then begins pouring some more ales to take over towards the dwarves.