Xilcerys will go sit at a table that's empty and kick his feet up. If a bar maid comes to him "This one wants a whiskey." 

Xilcerys will keep his eyes open for anything out of place.

Perception: 26

Baird

Yeh sure do like yeh whiskey, mate. Why not ale? Is it be de taste? Not sure if i ever had me none. And wha' is it you do ta fight?

Lighting the last cigar "Ale is for the weak, whiskey burns the weak." Puffing a cloud of smoke "This one fights so that my business my thrive."

Baird

Well, i guess i be weak den. (He huffs a bit from his nostrils) when she bring yeh whiskey, mind if i get me a nib?

Meep watches the two talk, ordering herself a tea and sitting on the counter beside Baird to remove her weight from her shoulder. She pays for both of their drinks and sips her tea quietly. "I've been brought up to only drink wine, so I doubt either of your drinks will suit my taste. But drink whatever you please. I don't indulge myself in alcohol that often anyway."

Aia, your song gets the crowd riled up with cheers and applause, along with a few shouts of encore.

Xilcerys, you don't notice anything strange, and your whiskey is delivered in short order. It's a very fine whiskey.

Meep, you notice a few side glances your way, but the Portal plays host to any number of strange things on a normal basis so it's business as usual.

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 8 | AC 18 | HP 68/68 | Temporary HP 0/0 | Cantrips Known 3 | Spells Known 7 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 2nd |  | Innate Spells 6| Eldritch Invocations 4

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"Durnan!" - Ree'lyn greets the barman like an old acquaintance would. - "How are you? Are there fewer people delving into this well to never be seen again?"

Durnan looks up in surprise. Well friend, 'bout the same goin' down there, it's fewer that're comin' back out it seems. What can I get fer ya?

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 8 | AC 18 | HP 68/68 | Temporary HP 0/0 | Cantrips Known 3 | Spells Known 7 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 2nd |  | Innate Spells 6| Eldritch Invocations 4

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Glancing over at the well then looking back at Durnan, Ree'lyn puts on his friendly smile. - "Not everyone can have good stories to tell about the journeys into the well like you do, Durnan. Will you have time to chat tonight?"

After a brief pause, as if an idea came up to him out of a sudden. - "The best wine of your choice. I trust your good taste. And pastry to go with it. It might be the rothé with mushrooms and herbs pie, seasoned with minced Underdark spices."

Thorark approaches the bar. "Oi, uh. Leosin's got a tab open for us, but I don't want to run up a bill in his name for this... strange request... how much gold to make all of tonight's ale run freely for these folk?"

"Here" Xilcerys pass the drink "Get this one another whiskey." Glancing at the bar maid.

 "Drink it slowly..." he mentions to the minotaur 

The barmaid hurries off, returning in a flash with a whiskey for Xilcerys.

Durnan laughs at Thorarak, Ohh dontchu worry, ol' Leosin ain't payin for any o' this. The Harpers'll be footin' this bill, and they got the funds.

He nods over at Ree'lyn, shouts something towards the kitchen in Halfling, and pours a fine spiced wine and sets it before you. Don' know how much I can tell ya...I mainly see the boastin' they put up before they go down there and ain't ever seen again.

"In that case, make sure everyone here knows the Harpers are paying tonight. Let everyone be merry!"

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 8 | AC 18 | HP 68/68 | Temporary HP 0/0 | Cantrips Known 3 | Spells Known 7 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 2nd |  | Innate Spells 6| Eldritch Invocations 4

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"You know Undermountain like few of us do, Durnan. Let's talk when you can. There will be a meeting tomorrow about this cult of the dragon. Anything you can offer us might be helpful. "

Observing Thorark ordering booze to the patrons of the inn, Ree'lyn glances around to witness the reaction of the crowd. - "You beat me to it." - he winks and walks to a table by himself, passing by Meep, Baird and Xilcerys offering them a nod. 

Durnan gives Ree'lyn a more appraising look, and nods knowingly. We'll see what I can come up with.

He turns to Thorarak. Very well, then, sir! They'll be gettin' their monies worth tonight, for sure. He starts lining the bar with ales, and the nearer patrons that overheard start swarming.

Meep sips her tea quietly, ducking her head a little at the gazes of others. She glances at Baird with his ale. "Don't overdo it Baird. We don't need you to get in any trouble." She nudges Bairds shoulder with a smile. 

Baird nods to meep and looks to the rather normal sized glass and thinks out loud,

How slow? 

And takes half the glass in as part of his sip, and does swirl it around in his mouth. Breathes in softly.

Mmm it tastes like rage an fire, mate. I see why yeh like it. I get dat taste some times when we's fightin.

Meep can't help but laugh slightly and smiles, sipping her tea as she keeps an eye on Baird, almost like an older sister.  After a while, she digs into her pack and retrieves a notebook, keeping it close to herself as she writes in it happily.

After her performance, Aia sits down at Meep, Baird, and Xilcerys' table. She leans back in her chair and eyes Meep's notebook.

"What's that" 

Meep perks her head up for a moment. "Hmm? Oh this? It's my notebook. I keep notes in it sometimes. About people. Inventory. Ideas. All that. It... Helps me keep track of my thoughts. The things I've learned. For example... Xilcerys prefers Whisky to Ale. Baird likes both. Things like that..." There are a few stray papers and some fancier looking parchment sticking out in a few areas that Meep seems to try to tuck away to no avail. She flips to a new page of smaller more neatly made notes that seem more recent. "Cults that we are not entirely informed about. Locations about this place. Facts we know. Anything I get a chance to write down, I do."