(OH, I change.)

Ashe cast mage armor on herself hoping not to be so easily clobbered this time around. Cupcake will lay in wait under the open chair which, hopefully, What will sit in. Just a precaution in case a fight should break out. Ashe will be the one to open the door, and she will stay by the door. She sighs hoping that a fight really, really won't break out.

(AC is 15 now as opposed to 12. Posting this so I might actually remember lol)

(Ellywick is still noodling at 'The Ballad of Young Stumbleduck')

And so, you all wait for the mysterious group to make their arrival. You wait... and wait... and wait... Minutes build to hours. Thinking on it, you’ve waited roughly three hours for the others to arrive. Guests have long since gone to sleep, and even Mr. Bridgeway himself has turned in for the moment. The city rests. Then, the door opens. In walks in, a small, attractive, gnomish girl. Beside her, a tall, rugged looking Drow gentleman, arrayed in traveling leathers. To her other side, there is a female Dragonborn, arrayed in bronze scales. They look around the inn, seemingly taking no notice of you.

Wick, of course, is keyed into suspicious groups of three.

Investigation: 19

Dahme'dre really does make herself busy, examining notes, writing letters, reviewing her own mail, and preparing orders to manage her assets and insure her house is in order back home. Though her father should have everything in order, there is no shortage of responsibilities.

She does feel that this time is cutting into their chance to rest, and is just about to suggest resting in shifts when Mondra'Goran informs her of these new arrivals... 

Alijurn has one hand casually resting on his mace. The other hand is picking his teeth with a curved claw. Waiting.. waiting for the others to come up. 

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Wick, of course, is keyed into suspicious groups of three.

Investigation: 19

 If these people are Who, What, and Where, then they have changed their clothes. However, you do notice that the dragonborn’s glances at you for just a moment longer than the rest of the inn.

Ashe thinks to the wretched and lowly gnome, Any sign of them dear Ellywick. I do believe Ali is about to pass out.

Wick belts out his signal to the rest of the party "WHAT'S new *****cat? Whooo-ooah-ooh, oo-ooohhh..." He gives the dragonborn a wink and a grin for good measure.

The dragonborn woman glances to Ellywick and whispers down to the gnome girl. The girl pats the dragonborn on the leg and shoo’s her over to you. The dragonborn looks unenthused and cocks an eyebrow, “You really are everywhere I go, aren’t you? What next? Following me home?”

"What would take me there?" Wick says slyly. "Besides, for tonight, you're in my home, darlin'. I've gotta say," He looks (who he and I both assume is) What square in the eye, "Is it possible for you to take a less than stunning form?" He nods to the bar and smiles lazily above his strumming lute, "Bridgeway is taking a snooze, but the lock on the liquor cabinet doesn't look too sturdy. What say you and I have a drink and let the others take care of themselves?"

Persuasion, as you have not started singing yet!

(Hey, just opening the door! Fine *grumble*)

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Looking to the gnome girl, the dragonborn takes a seat, “Sure. I have a moment, if you’re buying that is, little man.”

The other two, meanwhile, start walking up the stairs.

"Perfect!" he says. Wick pushes a thought forward in his mind as he skips toward the bar, "I've got What here for a few moments at least, friends. Don't cock this up." 

He reaches over the counter and pulls out a pair of frosty bottles. "Now then, I suppose you're wondering how I recognized you? Or maybe you're just wondering what I'm going to play for you first?"

What rests her snout on her hand, “More so what you think your chances of succeeding here are.” Your blood runs a bit cold as you consider if you’ve been found out already, “I mean, I’m not so easily charmed by a compliment and a beer.” You feel a tiny bit relieved that she was not talking about the plan.

The drow, meanwhile, knock’s on the groups door.

Wick looks serious, "My dear, I'm 50 inches tall with a scar along what used to be my good side. I'm rich in shallow friends and a particularly strong jawline, but not much else." He begins to play. "It's never easy. But sometimes... Sometimes it's fun."

He begins to play a soft, sad little tune. Not his favorite song, but it matches the melancholy he's feeling. 

After that, a bright tavern pleaser. Not loudly enough to wake the inn, but far from muted. 

Performance: 23

With that, What seems at least interested in your talents. She is distracted for now!

Dahme'dre motions for Ashe to open the door, but doesn't look up from her work as it is opened. "Where, I presume, and Who." She spares the pair a glance, not indicating which is which. (I do hope neither is Which. That'd be embarrassing.) "Have a seat, I'll be right with you." 

She finishes writing the sheet she is currently on.
-Siuan, I hope you are well. ... With the changing weather please be sure to take care to ... and see that those dogs are well fed, I'll want to make my selection from the litter when I return home. ...-