'Kestrell, kept his eyes down at first, but couldn't help but chuckle at Wazzock's good cheer and elbowing.'

"Well, no time like the present."

'Kestrell tosses back the rest of the ale, and looks at Myren.'

"I guess you better keep that plate warm for me.  It seems my new friend and I have just started an extermination business." 

'Kestrell stands up and starts after Wazzock.'

"Where is the cellar, Myren?"

Gibbs stands up and rushes infront of the half breeds stretching his arms out as if to try and block them with his tiny body his hood falling back revealing his grotesque features

"GIBBS AND FRIENDS WERE ALREADY TOLD ABOUT INFESTATION! YOU TRYING TO STEAL OUR REWARDS!"

Gibbs looks up at the two figures then back to the table of his new found companions then back up to the two armour clad figures infront of him. 

"Maybe you help us. BUT WE GOT HERE FIRST" 

Gibbs says with a shrill.

'Wazzock seems a bit startled by Gibbs' sudden movements but only for a moment. Her big grin returns and she takes both of Gibbs's arms and guides them gently to his sides, chuckling.' "Worry not friend. Wazzock has no need of rewards to do what's right. Whatever it was tell this Gibbs fellow that he can have my share, long as t'weren't drink then we'll have to come to a different agreement." 'She taps her chin thoughtfully.'

"Well," 'She shrugs,' "bridges can only be crossed when you come uh... across them, so they say." 'She goes back to looking for likely entrances to the cellar, moving tables and muttering things along the lines of,' "Let's see now... aha! No... no... maybe over here..." 

As the Silverstar Sergeant walks down the road, he passes a cloaked figure walking towards the tavern. A long sword at his left side indicating his right hand draw, across his back a shield undented or battleworn indicating that it has been freshly bought. The cloaked individual walks through the bar doors and looks around as he pulls down his hood revealing platinum blonde hair out of the sides pointed ears. His tan skin only accented by the light hair. His eyes a piercing violet, look towards the bar and he just walks, his head tilted down a little as if trying to avoid eye contact.

As he passes people the black moon with a thin line completing the circle can be seen, in the center purple eight pointed star representing the two major Elven gods. As he makes his way to the bar he holds up his hand timidly “Uh..ex…exuse me.” His voice soft, as if afraid to shout “Excuse me, sir. I…I’d like a drink and meal.”

He didn't know if he had been heard, he wouldn't blame the barkeep the main comment he always heard was that he wasn't confident enough. Though he was right, he had set out on adventuring by himself to explore that took some semblance of confidence or maybe just stupidity.

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As he passes people the black moon with a thin line completing the circle can be seen, in the center purple eight pointed star representing the two major Elven gods. As he makes his way to the bar he holds up his hand timidly “Uh..ex…exuse me.” His voice soft, as if afraid to shout “Excuse me, sir. I…I’d like a drink and meal.”

He didn't know if he had been heard, he wouldn't blame the barkeep the main comment he always heard was that he wasn't confident enough. Though he was right, he had set out on adventuring by himself to explore that took some semblance of confidence or maybe just stupidity.

'Kestrell sees the newcomer walk in, and hears him ask for a drink and a meal.  "This will be fun!" He thinks to himself, still thinking that there are cockroaches or ants some similar infestation in the cellar. He stops following Wazzock long enough to say:'

"You there!  Yes, you with the platinum blonde hair. We seem to have  a bit of an issue.  You see, my good man Myren there behind the bar has a bug issue with his cellar and therefore has no cold ale!  Now, come with us.  We must remedy this warm ale issue posthaste!"

Alwin just turns to the man who called out and looks around, he just shyly points a finger at himself “M..m…me?” Not wanting to stir up trouble he just begins to walk towards the man “I…I guess I can help…maybe…I…I’m not much of a fighter.” His words came out even quieter than before, the one thing that could be gathered was that this man had no confidence in himself or at least he was good at putting on that persona.

“Wh…what are we doing ex…exactly?” he asked fighting through his own words.

"I'm not sure exactly, but the lady over there seemed pretty excited about getting cold ale by finding the cellar.  I figured it would be a fun experience after days of travel on the road."

'Wazzock puts a table down between some perturbed looking customers and walks back over.' "Oh ho! Friend o' yours? He has a similar air about him, bring him along, the more the merrier when clearing out infestations, I say. Muul Forrester of clan Wazzock," 'She offers her hand in greeting to the new half-elf. By the gods they're multiplying! she thinks to herself. "Most just call me Wazzock, or Waz if you're feeling particularly familiar har har." 

'After shaking his hand, or seeing that he's not going to, she pulls her chainmail gloves back on.' "Now, back to the matter at hand... step one; find the cellar... I know it must be down this way somewhere..." 'Wazzock starts to investigate the roots of the tree.' 

'The innkeep looks absolutely flustered at the speed at which three more would-be-cellar-saviours have taken up the challenge.

Myren had just started to elaborate on his bug problem for the handsome stocky half-elf when the burly half-orc woman pipes in before abruptly turning to search for the Marsh's cellar door. Myren turns with a hand raised as though to provide direction when the short horned goblin-like creature screeches in regards to having already been given the task. Myren's eyes appear to be almost spinning at this point, his right hand almost feverishly twirling his mustache. He raises his other hand as though to calm the goblin-creature, which is when the other half-elf enters and quietly asks for service. Hearing the man, and being an ever-dutiful innkeep, Myren turns as though to respond, when the first half-elf instead grabs the newcomers attention and coerces him into also addressing Myren's bug problem.

Having finally poured the newest arrival a drink, but having not managed to get a word in edgewise throughout the exchange, the thoroughly flummoxed innkeep instead plonks himself down on one of his own stools, pours himself a room temperature ale and proceeds to anxiously twirl both sides of his mustache simultaneously, almost breathlessly saying'

"Err, well, my bug prob.. that is, the cellar can be found... what's that, a drink, why of... oh, you''re all going to look into... ah, my cellar? Yes, of course... Just PLEASE... everyone take a seat, enjoy your drinks and give... me... a... minute... please!"

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'Wazzock seems a bit startled by Gibbs' sudden movements but only for a moment. Her big grin returns and she takes both of Gibbs's arms and guides them gently to his sides, chuckling.' "Worry not friend. Wazzock has no need of rewards to do what's right. Whatever it was tell this Gibbs fellow that he can have my share, long as t'weren't drink then we'll have to come to a different agreement." 'She taps her chin thoughtfully.'

"Well," 'She shrugs,' "bridges can only be crossed when you come uh... across them, so they say." 'She goes back to looking for likely entrances to the cellar, moving tables and muttering things along the lines of,' "Let's see now... aha! No... no... maybe over here..." 

 
[OOC] perception check for Wazzock to find the cellar door (unless she'll begin opening doors and asking others where it could be, in which case make it an investigation check). Regardless if you get a score over 10, you may read the spoiler:

'Kestrell shakes Wazzock's hand.'

"Tis a pleasure to meet you, Wazzock.  I am Kestrell Halferson, heading to the Kingdom of Leyinthalar for some specific training.  Tell me, is this place always so exciting?"

'Hearing the flummoxed inkeep, Kestrell turns to him and says'

"My good sir, take all the time you need.  We will continue our quest for this mysterious cellar entryway.  I think she is close!" 'Kestrell motions to Wazzock.' "But! perhaps this will help you gatehr your wits..."

'With a flourish of his hands and some murmoring Kestrell casts Prestidigitation and chills Myren's ale, making it nice and frosty.'

Alwin looks at the half-orc as she extends her hand and takes it timidly "H..hi...I'm Al...Alwin." he says just shaking her hand.

He watched as the barkeep began to have a panic attack of sorts and just looked at the random group of people "Ma...maybe we sh...should let him calm down and he c..can take us to the ce...cellar and provide better information about what exactly we are walking into. Does that sou...sound good to everyone?"

[OOC] persuasion check: 14

'Wazzock hides the fact that she feels a bit embarrassed (her light green cheeks flushing almost pink for a moment) for flustering the poor in-keep by continuing to search for the door. She's tapping along the roots and bothering more customers by crawling about and hitting her head on tables, when finally she stands up nearly barreling another customer's table over.' "Aha!" 'She shouts triumphantly.' "I do believe that this is the door!" 

'She gets closer to it and squints at the sign a bit' "Indeed! The sign reads 'Cellar' and everything. Yet again Wazzock's keen eyes and fortitude bring about success!" 

'She raises her fist triumphantly and calls the various adventurers over, willfully ignoring the barkeep's plea.' "Come friends, let us oust this infestation of incredulous insects!"

'No one thought it possible, but her grin is even wider than ever, she's giddy with excitement and everyone gets the feeling that it's taking all of her effort not to crash through the door to adventure!'

[ooc : perception : 21 from PM]

insight : 14

'Her grin infectious, bringing Kestrell joy that he hasn't felt in a long time, he follows Wazzock over to the cellar door.'

'Something in Alwin's tone makes Wazzock feel more sympathy for the good barkeep, and she stands there looking a bit sullen but when Kestrell walks over she's all smiles again. She responds to his question,' "In my short experience, having only arrived moments before you, yes! It is always this exciting!"

Alwin just let out a pathetic sigh, as if he was expecting for once for some to listen to him. Of course, the elves wouldn’t, his own family wouldn’t, why would strangers. He just drew his sword and shield gripping them tight like he was taught ‘Of course they aren’t going to listen to a pathetic half-breed like you. You’re not a full elf, your thoughts are worthless. Just keep quiet and do what you’re told.’ He could hear in his brothers tone playing around in his head ‘Worthless pathetic half-breed. Disgrace to this family.’

He just walked towards the people asking for his help, maybe they wouldn’t find him as useless though probably not. “I…I guess let’s go.” He said in a painful voice.

 'Wazzock looks at Alwin wondering why he needs a sword and shield to squash a few pesky beetles. She slaps him on the back,' "Why so sullen, friend? It's a glorious day! we'll smash some beetles, rescue some precious provisions, and we've already made new friends!" 

'She pulls Alwin and Kestrell close with her long, muscular arms,' "I'm wondering as well whether we should bother that table of weirdos interesting looking individuals to see if they'd be willing to aid us... and therefore gentle Myren as well?"

'She straightens and dusts of Alwin's shoulder.' "Whatever the case may be, Wazzock stands ready!"

'Snuggled into Wazzock's armpit, Kestrell tries to look over at the table she mentions.'

"Yes...I think you are right.  We should see if they will be willing to aid us!"

'After Wazzock lets them go and straightens up, Kestrell says:'

"As do I, Wazzock!  I mean, as do I, Kestrell!  I mean, myself, Kestrell also stands ready...with Wazzock."

Pyro stands up and walks over to the mostly unfamiliar group.

"We'd be delighted for you to join us, as we" Pyro gestures to her table and at Griss "recieved this request a little while ago."

'Wazzock spends a bit longer than one usually might trying to push a door that clearly opens by pulling and puzzles at it for a moment. She realizes her mistake and pulls and holds the door open waving her new companions through, smiling.' "After you, gentlemen, unless ye'd prefer Wazzock to enter first." 'She winks.'