Eventually, you all get your food (bar Jed, but he's got his ale already). What do you want to do now?

Jasmine doesn't seem to eat her steak... not at first. She simply seems to slice it in half and then... wait. She pokes it and moves it around with a fork. Once its cooled down though the eyes that were staring from the darkness of her cowl seems to vanish. She brings the whole half-steak to the darkness and then it too disappears. Shortly followed by the other half. It was like looking at someone put things into a Bag of Holding.

Once all the steak is gone, Jasmine lays down the knife and fork at the now empty plate.

Brammuth is about to take a bite of the goat during this, but chooses to watch it happen. He mulls it over and decides it's probably to soon to ask what just happened as they have only really just met. He turns his eyes back down to his meal wondering what other tricks his companions have up their sleeves.

“Wow you were hungry, your steak vanished it two bites.  And no chewing just gone.”  Jed says admiringly while drinking the ale in his jug now nearly empty.  Jed has a look he needs to pee but knows people don’t just pee around other people…

D’Kon looks at Jasmine amazed and says “Neat little trick you got their but let me show you something more impressive 

D’Kon doesn’t pick up his utensils. He places both hands on either side of the plate—palms hovering just above the rim. The rune etched into his right hand begins to faintly glow, the lines pulsing with ember-like energy.

With a quiet whisper in Infernal, the minced pork begins to levitate in small, precise bites—slowly drifting up toward him. Each morsel stops briefly in front of his mouth, as if asking permission, then vanishes with a subtle flash—devoured by unseen magic or perhaps shifted directly into him through a pact-bound channel.

He never opens his mouth.

No chewing. No swallowing.

Just food... gone.

Jed’s eyes get huge as food floats up to D’Kon’s mouth, he quickly finishes his gallon jug of ale and belches loud, “Ale’s gone too, let’s go!”  Jed gets up quickly heading to the nearest exit.

Suddenly you all hear a crash behind you followed by a sudden "THE HELL'D YA SAY T'ME?!"

D’Kon looks back at the commotion ”Now who could have interrupted a meal thought this was going to be a relaxing time.”

D'Kon, as you look back you see a large human with his hands around a tiefling barmaid's neck.

D’Kon keeps his eyes on the large human and shouts “Hey buddy get your arms off of her can’t you see your making her uncomfortable go back to your drink and leave her alone.”

The man glares at you. "Uh?! Like hell y'will! Y'dont order me around, pointy-eared half breed!"

While Jasmine does find D'Kon's trick impressive, she is less than amused by the way D'kon seemed to have thought what she did was some "Trick". She was about to say something when she heard the commotion.

Jasmine quickly walks over to the angry man and the barmaid. The man is very agitated so orders and commands, at least of the non-magical variety, might not work. She tries to deescalate the situation. She speaks to the man, her voice calm and measured but assertive. "Calm down. I'm sure we can talk this through. What did the barmaid do to you to warrant such a reaction?"

"Ah, Shaddup ya snake wench or I'll beat y'up too!" You notice that the barmaid's face is turning blue as she begins wildly clawing at the man's hands.

The insult hangs in the air like smoke.

D’Kon doesn’t flinch. His gaze stays steady, unfazed. For a moment, his hand flexes, the faintest shimmer of magic tracing his fingertips—a quiet warning. Not a threat. A promise.

But he speaks again, voice cool

"You’re drunk. And you’re two seconds from waking up with your teeth in your lap. Make the right choice. Leave her be."

Please make an Intimidation roll, D'kon

Jasmine will try to use her strength to grab the man's arms and pry him off the barmaid so she can breathe again.

STR: 21

Strength: 12 (12 + 0)

You easily manage to pry the man's hands off the barmaid's neck. She drops to the floor gasping for air as she massages her throat. The man looks at you, pissed off to high heaven. "The hell do you think you're doing, you wench!? Let go off me!"

Intimidation: 7

Jasmine finally lowers her cowl to reveal her face in full. She does not have the humanoid head of most social Yuan-Tis. Rather her head is that of a snake with fins on the side. For she is a Yuan-Ti Malison, a monstrous being that adventurers often face off against rather than fight with. Her fins extend out and she hisses at him. "You nearly killed the woman. You'd be stupid enough to take a life over sssssimple insults and drunken rage? Ssssit down!  Only misbehaving children and idiotsss resort to violence over inssssults. I will ask you again! Sit down; cool off; stop drinking; and examine what went horribly wrong in your life to have led you here, nearly killing a barmaid over wordssss and being thisss close to getting knocked out by a hammer to face or by magic to the chest!"

Jamsine scolds the man like an angry mom to a misbehaving child.

Intimidation: 24

Damn, ok

The man's face goes pale, and he nods his head vigorously. You also sense that he might've pissed himself a bit as well. "R-right... sorry... O-oi, smalls, I'd like t'pay my tab now..." the goliath barkeeper looks up from the crowd of people trying to order drinks, sees the situation and nods. "Alrighty, but ya gotta pay extra for hurting the staff, Tex." The man's then going to begin couting out coins to pay his tab.