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Flint asks the bartender for a mug of strong dwarven ale (mind you, this kid looks way too young to be drinking, but being raised around a dwarf, he has an unlikely amount of constitution and knows his way around alcohol), saying, "Hey, mind if I get a pint of that Bedrock Brew? I can't be the only one here left sober."

The lady gives Flint a questioning look before giving him a pint.

Peanut looks at the tree-dwarf a little nervously. But she swallows and answers.

"Yeah... we all got ourself a summons from the King," she tells Hemlock. "I... I ain't sure what he wants, but it gotta be something important."

She pauses and looks at the group around her.

"I can't say I know how many more the King 'as called... but... how long do ya'all want to stay here?"

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The lady smiles at Charis, "If you were summoned from the lord of the land, it's free."

The elf raises his eyebrows in surprise, but quickly relaxes and smiles.

"Well, thank you. With service like this, and the company, I'll definitely come back here again." says with a flirting tone.

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Peanut looks at the tree-dwarf a little nervously. But she swallows and answers.

"Yeah... we all got ourself a summons from the King," she tells Hemlock. "I... I ain't sure what he wants, but it gotta be something important."

She pauses and looks at the group around her.

"I can't say I know how many more the King 'as called... but... how long do ya'all want to stay here?"

Charis looks back at the group. "I was thinking on finishing my drink and saying goodbye to the lovely bartender before going to the castle." says before finishing his ale and exhale as approval of the drink.

Flint leans in close and whispers, just loud enough for the party to hear, "Someone's got a fancy for the pretty lady behind the bar. Drink some of my glass. A woman likes a man who can keep down strong liquor," and nudges his mug towards Charis.

The lady blushes at Charis's comment.

A grayish Dragonborn walks into the tavern, he pulls out a letter and reads it, looks around, and spots the group. He walks over and introduces himself.

"Hello there, are you here for the summons?"

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Flint leans in close and whispers, just loud enough for the party to hear, "Someone's got a fancy for the pretty lady behind the bar. Drink some of my glass. A woman likes a man who can keep down strong liquor," and nudges his mug towards Charis.

The elf grabs Flint's mug happily. "I'll never say non to a free drink...unless if- Nah! I'll always accept a free drink." says before starting drinking the dwarven ale.

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A grayish Dragonborn walks into the tavern, he pulls out a letter and reads it, looks around, and spots the group. He walks over and introduces himself.

"Hello there, are you here for the summons?"

Charis gives a thumbs up to the dragonborn while he still drinks. "Phew! thanks man" says to the monk. "Yes! that's us! Name's Charis, what's yours?" added now looking at the newcomer with a smile and his hand extended as greetings.

Kriv shakes Charis's hand, "My name is Kriv from the clan Norixus, pleasure to meet you."

Hemlock nods, "Yeah that's us!"

Bob walks in late takes a long look at the group of strangers that he decides that has definitely got the summons. Walks over, introduces himself and asks if they got the summons

Kriv looks at his letter, "Seems to me we are all here, if you will follow me please." He walks out of the tavern.

I follow keeping an eye on my surroundings and a hand in my sword

Flint follows the group through the streets as they walk through the castle. He pulls a book out of his bag (Xanathar's Guide to Everything) and begins to flip through it, looking for more information on the capital city and the royal family.

As the group goes, a person who looks like a humanoid tiger stands up. He’s wearing full plate, with several cracking weapons at his side. “I believe I have an invite too. I’m Alexi.”

I say hi before striding on

"I saw." Kriv says to Alexi, then continues out to the street. He heads down the street to the castle.

(Fast forward)

You are now in the throne room of the castle, in front of "The lord of the land, King."

He says, "State your name and class."

Kriv speaks first, "I am Kriv from the clan Norixus, and I am a Blood Hunter."

“I am Bob the dragonborn from the town of zaran, I am a paladin of (I haven’t chosen a god yet)” says Bob

While the others enjoyed the complimentary drinks, Mask remained quiet, standing near the table. Instead of a mug, he produced a small metal oil can from one of the compartments built into his frame. With practiced movements, he applied a few drops to the joints of his fingers, wrists, and shoulders. The faint sound of metal moving against metal became noticeably smoother afterward.

As he performed the maintenance, his attention remained fixed on the conversation between Charis and the serving woman. The elf made a puzzling comment. The woman blushed. Flint seemed encouraging. Mask quietly observed. After several moments, he spoke. 
"Interesting." A brief pause. "I do not understand what is happening." His eyes shifted toward Flint. "Is this a form of negotiation?" Before anyone could answer, Charis suggested they finish their drinks and continue on to meet the King.

Mask looked toward the door and gave a single nod. "That appears to be a more efficient use of our time." He carefully returned the oil can to its compartment. "The King requested adventurers. We are assembled. Further delay seems unnecessary." When the grayish dragonborn entered and announced himself, Mask followed everyone out of the tavern.

[fast forward]

The warforged steps forward when his turn comes. "My designation is Mask." The blue light behind his eyes flickers softly as he stands at attention before the throne. "I am a Warforged Artificer." After a brief pause, he adds, "I was constructed to support adventuring parties through maintenance, protection, and problem-solving. I am here to offer those services in service to the kingdom." Mask folds his hands behind his back. "And because someone requested assistance."

Mask glances briefly at the other adventurers assembled, introducing themselves. Then Mask returns his attention to the King. "Your Majesty, what is the nature of the problem that requires such a gathering of specialists? Based on the resources gathered here, I estimate the task is either extremely dangerous or extremely important." He looks back to the King. "Which is it?"