Taysia looks down and messes with her hair while addressing Thoradin. "I've never actually had alcohol before.. Does ale taste good?"

"Well met brother! I be need'n six of yer ales and bread to go along with! Me companions and I be coming from a long journey!" and Thoradin grabs his coin pouch in preparation.

Looking over to Taysia "Nothing be sweeter than the taste of an ale when your throat be dry after a long walk, c'mon lass I'll show ya!"

The dwarf smiles at seeing another dwarf. "Ah, right'er way! I love 'em people who love to drink!" 

The dwarf begins to fill mugs with ale, and has one of the smaller dwarves, perhaps an apprentice there, get the bread, straight out from the back kitchen area, steaming hot.

"Ah, yes, let's see now...that'll be..." the dwarf says, counting it in his head with some difficulty. "1 Gold and 2 Silver fer the lot of it."

Do ye have any cheese or anything to go with the bread good Dwarf?

"Ah, yes, uh..." the dwarf says, scrambling around the back of the bar. "Dang it, Clarence! Where'd you put the toppings this time?"

After a minute or so of tracking down a tray of toppings, the dwarf presents a tray filled with small cups of oils and cheeses, and other various toppings. 

"Since you being such a big group, figured you'd need a whole tray. 2 Silver for that, if you'd please."

Fionn tosses 2 gold to him  Thank ye kindly   and grinning heads to the table

"Thank ye kindly, sir," the dwarf responds, happily taking the coin.

"hahah you know just as much as I how we dwarves love are ale!" and Thoradin slides him over the 1 gold and 2 silver throwing an extra silver in as he does. "Thank you brother,  you be see'n a plenty of me don't worry!"

Looking back over to Taysia "If ye wouldn't mind lendin me a handy lassy" as he gestures asking if she would mind helping him gather the food and drink to take to the table.

as we sit Fionn casts Thaumaturgy causing the lighting around tor at the table to match Amnesty's hair

Amnesty looks around the bar awkwardly, slightly nodding her head to the music. Her eyes land on the 6 ales being brought over and she hums in thought, a slight crinkle on her nose. Ember chitters in her ear and restlessly squirms in her horns. Amnesty sighs and bows her head, letting Ember climb off her horns onto the table. "Don't go getting into trouble again." With some other silent communication, Ember scampers off to roam the bar, looking for anyone suspicious or interesting. (Ember's PERCEPTION: 20 ) Amnesty glances around at the bright red light and looks over at Fionn. "You changed the lighting. Why?" She looks away almost awkwardly,  making sure to keep a good eye on Ember.

Folwyn will take one of the flagons, tipping it in thanks to Thoradin, grab some bread and start eating.

Thanks for this, I'll get the next round. How many rooms should we get for the night? You ladies want your own? I'm fine with a floor as long as it's dry and warm. 

He'll whisper to Tay, If you don't like the ale, I'll finish yours and get you something else.

Amnesty shrugs and moves to grab a piece of bread, leaving the ale untouched. "I don't mind. I guess it all depends on the price if the rooms." She quietly nibbles on the piece of bread as Ember continues to scamper around the room. 

I'll go see then and we can decide.

Folwyn will make his way over to the barkeep and inquire about the price of a room, possibly two, if available. He'll also ask about any recent news, or strange happenings, or maybe strange people coming through town. 

Ember notices a cloaked figure, among the only ones not drinking what is set in front of them. There is also a strange figure with the symbol of Lathander imprinted on their shirt, quite clearly prominent, but no one else sits at this man's table.

As Folwyn approaches the barkeep says, "Ah, yes, er...rooms. We have two available now...they've got 4 beds each. It'd be a little cramped, but ye could make it. 4 Gold." As far as local news and strange people, make a Persuasian Check, Folwyn.

I'll take both the rooms. He slides the 4 gold across the counter.

Perception 18

I assume you meant Persuasion, not Perception? With that roll, the dwarf leans over the bar, making sure others aren't in earshot.

"Well, nothing new really. Ever since we lost favor with Lathander, it's been dark times in this town. If I were you, I'd get out quick. There are some shady people around here shady. Not just travelers, but locals," the dwarf glances over at the figure hunched over and not drinking. "Few are in good faith these days."

Understood and I appreciate the rooms He says quietly and slides another gold across the bar in thanks Another 3 ales he says loudly setting down his now empty cup.

Folwyn will return to the table with the ales. I got us a couple rooms, to allow the ladies some privacy. He says with a wink to Tay and Amnesty. And perhaps before bed we should talk privately about our next steps.

Folwyn will sit down at the table allowing for a good line of sight to the cloaked figure

Perception to see if he notices anything else about that person. 3

With the cloak on, it is difficult to notice much else.

Amnesty nods and looks at Folwyn. "Thank you. Can I ask a favor? Take my hand Folwyn. If anything happens, toss something at that weasel over there." Amnesty takes Folwyns hand, her red eyerises fading to an almost foggy black as she looks through Ember's eyes, urging her forward towards ththe two shady figures, trying to remain unseen. 

Ember's Dexterity: 12

Folwyn takes Amnesty's hand, not really sure why, until he sees the change in her eyes. Then he looks over to where Ember currently is. He grabs a piece of bread crust, the harder portion, and holds it in his hand ready to throw it if need be.