Arvel "Du Champris"

As Jun reaches the table he pulls up the seat next to Cassie, but addresses Bonnie before sitting.

"I'll just have a pitcher of water, if you please."

He then seats himself and gives a slight head bow as he addresses the others at the table.

"Greetings all."

"I notice a few of you are sailors! I 'eard a clever little joke about sailors just zee ozzer day!"

"What do you call a sailor wiz both eyes, both legs, and both hands?"

Jun places his elbow on the table and begins scratching his chin in a thoughtful manner.

"Able bodied?" he suggests after a few seconds, giving Arvel a quizzical look.

"Zee New Guy!"

Jun gives a slight chuckle.

"You know what's really funny about that joke? I don't think any of the sailors at this table are missing any of those things, and I know Cassie at least has been a sailor for at least a few years."

Jun then leans back slightly in his chair as though expecting a show.

"Pfft. Bien sur! Eet is just a silly little joke. Please do forgive this 'umble city-boy and 'is ignorance of zee sea."

Rue rushes headlong into the halfling and half-elf near the door, a copy of the poster clutched in his hands.  Grinning and righting himself, he offers rapid apologies, first in Elvish, then Orc, then Common, but he's already moving toward the only empty seat he sees.  He was late!  But the city was so large, how could he not?

Rue is fairly short and wispy - or possibly just thin.  Pale skin and a little redness around the eyes betrays long days spent indoors, but he's dressed to the nines in a stylish red and gold-trimmed suit that flairs out into a floor-length cloak, elven-made boots, and a long golden feather in his cap.  As he reaches the table, Rue sweeps off his hat to reveal honey-colored hair and executes a stylish mix of a bow and a curtsy.  His elvish heritage is obvious, not only from the points of his ears but from the style of his costume and his bright golden eyes, and he has that certain feminine look that makes his gender a little less obvious.  He's a bit out of breath from the rush, but he gives due greetings to the others at the table, first in Elvish then switching again to Common, before slipping into his seat.

But even seated, Rue is restless and fidgets and stares around him and at all of you, his eyes wide and bright.  He seems to be having a good time.

Arvel responds to the new arrival in Elvish.

"Bienvenue! Comment allez-vous ce soir mon ami? Le divertissement devrait être bon, non?"

Aerys' chuckles at the joke, "That was a good one. I've been a sailor ever since I was born. My father took me on voyages everywhere, it was only natural I became one," he turns to the new arrival and says, in Elvish "salut l'ami! Je m'appelle Aerys, quel est le vôtre?"

Hearing that some others at the table are sailors, Dekket smiles but his demeneaor turns a little bit cautious. Not for he fears that they could be Half-scar agents, but for he fears he could have attacked their ships in the past.

-A couple of sailors uh? And what’s the name of your sails? - he asks to them.

Aerys takes a sip from his ale, "Mine was the Memory. Beautiful ship!"

Bonnie returns, with that sort of waiter/waitress trick of carrying far more than you think she should be able to carry, and yet remain perfectly balanced.  "Water, ale, pitcher of water...and the house special for all you newcomers," she lists, as she sets down the drinks, including a foaming mug for all that had not yet received one.  She glances meaningfully at Jun.  "Trust me, you'll all want a bit of this."

"Keep getting to know each other...I'll be back with some bread in a while."

"Merci, Bonnie!"

"Ah, Waterdeep. She is a beautiful city, no? A little rough. A little dangerous. But wiz nights like zese, good food, cold drinks, and a night of entertainment wiz new friends? Ze city, she is a wonder to behold!"

"Indeed she is" replies Dekket to Aerys " I saw her a couple of times back down at the docks. He is relieved that they never attacked that particular ship. 

He thanks Bonnie for the drinks and takes the special of the house. 

"Ok, it would be rude to reject this gift from the house... raise your drinks... for new friends..." says the tiefling. 

“Nouveaux amis!”

Cassie raises an eyebrow at the proposed toast as she accepts the offered free mug.

"As I've yet to see how most of ye' fair in a proper fight, I dinae know about that 'friends' business, but I'll agree with 'New Faces.'"

She raises her mug with a bit of a grin before sampling the 'house special.'  She sloshes the sip around in her mouth a bit, her expression thoughtful, before giving an approving nod and swallowing.

"Not bad," she says to no one in particular before taking another slightly larger drink.  "It's not the wildflower mead they serve up in Luskan, but it's got a good flavor all its own."

Her taste buds sated for the moment, she turns her attention back to the tiefling and his question.

"Served seven summers before the mast aboard the Silver Phoenix, a schooner out of Kythyss, under Captain Syrrus Inagua" she declares proudly, regardless of whether or not anyone recognizes the name.  "Usually runs coastal routes from Luskan down to Calimport, but I've even made it as far as Port Nyanzarou a few times."  She gives the tiefling a curious look.  "Are you a sailor as well?"

Jun graciously accepts both the pitcher and the mug, but at least for the moment, largely ignores the latter.

From a small bag at his waist he procures a small roughly carved wooden cup, and pours a measure of water into it before speaking what to others might sound like a quick prayer in a language that no one else at the table knows.

As he finishes, the water in the little cup appears to steam as though hot, and Jun begins taking small sips as he listens to the conversation around the table.

"Used to" replies the Tiefling with a smile " nothing so funny or big as you two... new faces.. " he seems getting fun after all " but I tend to like ships and life at the sea. " 

Orynn takes one of the mugs and sits back again, drinking silently, content to watch and listen. The others at the table seem to be entertaining each other quite nicely.