After introducing her and her daughter yet again to another newcomer, Amelia ordered the both of them a meal, Corrin bouncing in her chair when the food arrived and dug right into her steak. "Mind your manners, Cory." She chided quietly to the tiefling who immediately started eating more refined. "'Atta girl."

When Meep brings up the question of why they were heading to Baldur's Gate, Corrin speaks with her mouth full, "Fuinding muy fwather!" Earning her a stern look from her mother. Corrin swallows down her food and apologizes. "Sorry, er, finding my dad... Mom thinks he's there."

Jill shrugs her shoulders in response to Meep's question. "I'm afraid that my motivations are not as noble or as personal as my companions. I need money for food and lodgings and I heard that they were offering plenty of it to help escort this caravan to Baldur's Gate, so I signed up for this job."

Wiping her fork, Misha nods approvingly to Meep. "Yes, eet ees good, ya? Eet has been too long seence I hef eaten cow." she took her mug and placed it to her lips, chugging, chugging, and chugging. With a loud AAAHhh, she rubbed her stomach, not even physically looking full at all. "So, Beep, tell us something about you. We go around table."

Meep tilts her head a little, carefully sitting her fork down with a slight amused smile from Misha still saying her name wrong. "Hmm... Well... My full name is Meephylia Polliwog. But the Grungs called me Meep.It's shorter and easier to say. They're a simple people. Quite violent though. Oh! And I require being in water every day. But... I can breath underwater, breath air, and I'm poisoness. Hence the gloves. And I can climb very well." She smiles slightly as she returns to eating her food neatly and slowly, eager to hear the other's facts.

Jill goes next in this little circle. "Bonjour, I am called Jill Moon. I am from Cormyr. As Misha has known for a long time and as I was telling Amelia earlier, my parents passed away four years ago, but please do not feel sorry for me, as these three can attest, I am more than capable of taking care of myself, in combat and out. I am not poisonous to the touch, but I will warn that I will not react well in the event of undesired contact." There's a very awkward pause before Jill speaks again. "Nice to meet you though. Misha is already a very close friend of mine and the rest of you have proven to be very nice people." It becomes apparent to everyone else that the deaths of Jill's parents and having to fend for herself did her social skills no favors.

Swallowing her food, Misha nods. "Ees true. Could feel her steef as a board when geef her hug weeks ago." She waves over the bartender and gets another mead. "I am Misha Praskovia. Hello! I come from Acheron, the Plane of War. I am what we call a Prime Paladin, a super soldier created by our Master and Lord General, Bane, to travel to deefrent worlds to combat the Legions of Hell offplanet. They are our sworn enemy seence time began. Three eenteresting facts about me, I hef no parents. Two, there are only one thousand of my kind bek home, and three, my genetic programming doesn't allow me to get drunk! I met Jeel on a world called Atlas years go, but all of you are new faces! And Misha love new faces!"

"I am sorry Misha. I did not mean to be so stiff when you hugged me, I was just shocked because I did not expect to ever see you again." Jill says meekly before apologizing. "I am sorry. Whoever wants to go next, can go. I will not interrupt again."

Amelia had been cutting into Corrin's steak when it was her turn to speak, the mother nudging to her drooling daughter to speak about herself first so she could focus on getting the meat cut faster. "Oh! My name is Corrin, um, I'm eleven and a half, aaaand I like the color pink? Yeah, that's a good fact about me! Oh, oh! I can sneak and poke stuff real good thanks to my mama's training!" She beams before looking back at her now cut up steak, excited to finally dig right in.

The older woman laughs lightly and sets aside her knife and picks up a potato wedge. "Amelia Hiriart, ex-mercenary, single-ish mom of this little squirt right here--!" She ruffles the tieflings hair with her free hand, earning her a groan and pout from the girl. "I just fixed my hair, mama, come on!" Amelia lets out a hardy laugh this time, brushing Corrins blonde locks with her fingers. She plops and crew on the potato wedge for a moment while she thinks of something else to say. "Hm... Been outta commision for twelve or so years, back on the road lookin' for my shiii--sucker of a 'husband'." For those curious, she does not have a ring on her finger.

Jill smiles at Corrin, who has remained  upbeat throughout the trip. She's a very happy child. Although, how could you be unhappy when you have such a loving mother? She leans over to whisper in her ear.

Corrin was eating a piece of meat but still listened to what Jill had whispered to her, her eyes now sparkling brightly, but behind them was a mind thinking of a devious plan! All she had to do was be sneaky... "Mama!" Corrin announces abruptly. "I gotta pee!"

Amelia raises an eyebrow at the tiefling. "Er... Do you want me to go with you?"

Corrin pushes herself off her seat, "Nope!" and goes off in some random direction of where the bathrooms might be. She found them because she actually needed to go, but when she returned she remembers her plan of action and begins to tip toe behind where Misha was...

Nat1 stealth, here we go! 25

(Idk if thats good enough but we'll roll with it!)

Shouting, "Tickle attack!" the little tiefling springs forth and begins tickling the Hells out of Misha!

Nok Nok listens to the various conversations intently while savoring the well-cooked meal. When talk stops, he blurts out, "Nok Nok born in Sword Mountains. Part of Mudpit Masher clan," he shoves another mouthful of bread into his mouth, continuing as bits and pieces spray about when he talks. "Militia come and take our lands. Say their destiny to expand empire. Not care about stinky goblins. Nok Nok parents no be found so me forced to work at docks in Waterdeep. Earn freedom. Me then live on streets. Free, but hungry. Always getting beaten. Humans. Elves. Dwarves. Pointy horns. They all no like goblin. Like to kick goblin. No like goblin. Learn to 'find things' but winter got cold. Too cold."

Nok Nok takes a big swig of his mead, apparently enjoying the opportunity to have an audience. He pauses awkwardly, but dramatically.

"Nok Nok find unlocked window of shop. Climb in to stay warm. Stay alive. Shop look like nobody there for long time. Lots of books. Empty fireplace.," he shrugs. "Me start burning books to stay warm. Lots of books. Paper burn easy. Smell good."

Another pause as his eyes seem to drift off to a distant memory.

"One book not burn. One book special. Book mine," his vision returns as he snaps a hard look at everyone. "Don't touch my book. Nok Nok shank ya."

He grows silent for a moment or two before speaking again. "That's when she come to me. Give me warmth. All glow-y. All beautiful. My Jubiliation," he pauses to see if there is any recognition. "Nok Nok think all good for him now on. But Jubiliation......she a big pain in the ass. She want me to clean up everybody messes. 'Cleanse the dark, young hero. Cleanse the dark from the world.'" Nok Nok spits to the side (hopefully not hitting anyone). "Bah! No care about world! No care about the dark!"

The goblin falls silent for a bit again before grumbling. "Fate is mean mistress, though, so Nok Nok now cleans. My purpose, Miss Jubi calls it. My purpose. My curse."

The goblin then grabs his mug, drinks it dry and falls silent. 

Misha pats Nok Nok on the head. "Ha!" Misha ha's. "Looks like you and Jubi have a few theengs to work out, ah? But, good story! Misha always enjoy good story. No one treat you bad here, ok? Now, Misha curious as to weech book you don't burnAAKKK-"

Mishception: 3

Corrin's fingers dug into the sides of Misha's stomach and it was like receiving 1.21 gigawatts of electricity all through her body. She cried out something in surprise and humor but the sensation of being tickled was absolutely overwhelming. She immediately began laughing uproariously, twisting and turning, trying to hold on to the counter for support, but it was no use, like it always was. She wiggled like a dying worm and crashed on to the floor, laughing, and holding her sides - giggling until there were tears in her ears.

Jill begins laughing as Misha falls down in a ticklish fit, clearly indicating that she had some part in the mischief that just occurred.

Nok Nok watches the giggling Misha warily, reaching inside his side coat to clutch his book close to his chest. He lets the moment pass, hoping talk of the book subsides while he silently wallows in his regret for mentioning it. 

Amelia had been eating and listening to Nok Nok's story, interested in what the goblin had to say. She was used to slaying the poor creatures, and rarely did she ever get the chance to talk to the more civilized kind, if she could consider him as such, but her attention was pulled away at her daughters shouting and Misha falling to the floor in fits of laughter. The blonde growled lowly, getting up from her seat and quickly grabbing at the back of Corrin's shirt and ripping her away from the red-head.

The tiefling's laughter had cut out and she looked at the others with a look of oh-shit-I-****ed-up fear.

The older woman glared down at her, and seethes, "Corrin Kasey Hiriart, what do you think you're doing?"

"I-I was just, uh, having, er, wanting to, um..." Corrin sputters, trying to think of something to say. 

"I taught you better than this, Corrin." Amelia releases her grip on the other's shirt. "There is a time and place for fun, but don't do that in a public space. It's rude." 

"Y-yes, mama..."

"Go eat."

"Right away." Corrin shuffles over back to her plate and starts eating again, her eyes bearing down on the table.

Amelia sighs and gets to helping Misha back on her feet. "Sorry about that. You okay, hun?"

Jill stops laughing after a short bit in response to Nok Nok's story. "So it sounds like all of us have had our homes taken from us." But she starts snickering again when she sees Amelia chewing out Corrin for tickle-attacking Misha, biting down on her finger to try and keep quiet and avoid the older woman's notice. 

Stealth: 20

I should feel bad about Corrin getting in trouble, but that was too funny.

She shoots a subtle wink at Corrin when Amelia's not looking.

Stealth: 11

At least she hopes that it flew under Amelia's intense mom-gaze.

"Oh yes." Misha giggled to Amelia, wiping her tears. "Misha ees ok! Deed not expect to be tickled by her, she got me very good! Only meant to have fu--*HIK*!!!" Misha startled at her hiccup, and covered her mouth, her eyes looking around in embarrassment. She had a very disappointed look on her face after that, and removing her hand, looked at Amelia as if someone else had hiccuped. "Did you hear that?" she critisized. "Thet ees so RUDE. Who would do such a thing. That PEEG." she stared at Amelia for a few moments, clearly offended, and tried to scoff, but her face slowly lost it's act and she snorted loudly and started laughing again, stumbling to get back into her chair as if she had a fast dizzy spell.

Intense mom gaze roll!: 15

The wink goes unnoticed as Amelia becomes worried about Misha's wellbeing, but she does give a short laugh at the paladin's criticism. "Thought you said you couldn't get drunk, dear." She says, making sure the other doesn't fall over as she helps her to her chair. "Watch the drink from now on, yeah? I'm strong but I don't know if I can lift you to our room later tonight."

 Corrin's intense look softens a bit at Jill's wink, but she stays silent as she eats her peas.

Misha giggled a little bit more. "Misha weel be ok, just a leetle dizzy. Eet weel pass, has heppened before - yet cannot explain, ah?" she finally makes it back on to her chair, giving Amelia a friendly pat. "Great Tyrant, all thet laughing made me hungry. And thirsty." she added, lips smacking and leaning back to look at Corrin. She jerked as if she couldn't maintain her balance, but recovered, holding on to the bar table. "Leetle one, make sure you eat all of small round green vegetables, eh? You need to be healthy to keep up with Misha when she return favor." she looked at Amelia quickly, smiling meekly. "Of course, I mean, ah..outside. Yes."

Jill gives Misha a curious look. "So getting tickled makes you drunk? My friend, you say that our world contains many wonders, but I say that you are very much one as well."