Even after Furlong's win, Yvan still would not participate in any cheering, at most giving the older gentleman a strong pat on the shoulder for a job well done when he joined up with the rest of them. There was no reaction to Barnabus' suggestion of him fighting in the ring though as he knew the other didn't have any ill-intent behind it... Well from what he could tell, but he didn't want to think much into it. Vastra's words of reassurance only assured him further that they wouldn't do what his father had done to him and not giving him a choice in the matter. 

Yvan gave her hand a gentle squeeze back, afraid that if he tightened his grip anymore he would break her hand, but he managed to mutter to her a 'thank you'.

Kasha hangs out with the main group, playfully imitating the brawling moves she just witnessed. "Such a great fight!" she remarked. "Pow, right in the kisser!"

Furlong: The referee accepts your note. "I don't know if he'll ever want to talk to you, but he definitely won't want to talk to you so soon after the fight."

Everyone: Vastra looks at Barnabas. "Just one round of food and drinks, then we'll be back out to go see what Janira's like. Promise." You all head out and quickly find a tavern called the Lucky Dunk. Over the door of the tavern is the symbol of a tankard and you all enter the tavern and are seated by a waitress with a necklace bearing that symbol. "Cayden's Blessings be upon you! How can we help all of you today?" You also spot a dunk tank at the side of the room, which you think might be part of why the bar is named the way it is. 

Everyone make a religion check.

Religion: 10 

"Wow, this place is way nice than The Spanking Monkey." Kasha admires.

Religion: 5

Religion: 9.

"Mmhmm~ That's what you guys always say." Barnabus jests one last time. Later perking up at the symbol, he stops just short of looking uncomfortable close, though continued on scratching his head over it. "Pleasure to meet'cha, mam. You'll largely be help me friends more than I finding the right meal for this wondrous day. Any recommendations?"

Praising the Lord: 11

Religion: 16

Alys would fall into a silent hum to herself as she fallows along with the group to their new destination. She’d reach into one of her pouches to pull out her new pipe and herb she had purchased before the fight and pack it as she walked.

Once they reached the establishment and everyone heads inside, Alys would stay back to take a couple moments to puff on her pipe before coming in. Smoke filled her lungs and lightened the millions of thoughts running through her mind. She’d just stare up at the “Lucky Drunk” sign and muse over it a moment before taking another hit and packing her pipe away. 

With Hoodini still hanging out on her shoulder, scanning for Kasha as he’s still watching out for her, Alys would finally wonder inside, slipping herself into a seat near the others just as the waitress comes over. Alys’ smile would seem extra animated and if anyone looked closely, perhaps her big blue eyes were a little glossy too.

Religion: 17

Never having shown much interest in divine, Rinn casually considers it: 8

Religion: Nat20 (rolled in Discord)

Alys, Barnabas, Furlong, Stella: You all know that in addition to being a standard thing to have around a bar, the tankard is the holy symbol of Cayden Cailean, the god of Freedom, Alcohol, and Bravery. Cayden is a relatively new god, having been a valiant freedom fighter with a love for the drink before he ascended to godhood a matter of centuries ago. As a mortal he despised slavers and tyrants, a trait that remains now that he is a god. You know that he isn't the first person to become a god after living a mortal life, but unlike the others, no one recalls how he ascended to godhood, not even Cayden himself. But freedom fighters and ale-brewers alike all praise the name of Cayden Cailean, with some of his priests opening taverns. It appears that this tavern is one of those taverns that's run by his clergy. 

Alys: Vastra turns to you and notices the look in your eye. "Were you smoking without us?"

Alys’ cheeks would turn pink before she’d retort, “You all headed inside in such a hurry! You know I like to take my time to smell the flowers.” She’d wink to Vastra before a giggle slips from her lips.

After some time gazing about the tavern and seeing the holy symbol of the tankard everywhere, Alys couldn’t help but feel comforted by the lore she recalled about their God Cayden. “Freedom, alcohol and bravery.” She’d mutter aloud to herself. “That sounds nice.” Alys would place a hand over her fathers holy symbol and scoff at the irony of her upbringing.

Suddenly, Alys would clap her hands together kind of loudly, “Let’s eat, drink and be merry!” She’d put on a big smile.

Furlong will secure a tray of ales and an assortment of finger foods for the group to pick on.

"Normally I wouldn't celebrate the deeds of a man of such boisterous self-importance--and it doesn't get much more self-important than rising to godhood, I do believe--but today seems like a reasonable day to make an exception." Furlong raises his tankard only slightly above his head, and in a low, metered voice declares, "To Cayden, then. And to all of you, as well. It's been an interesting year, to say the least, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was happy Stella and I have a group such as ours to call our friends."

Rinn finds a place at the table, grabbing an ale but only tentatively drinking it as he instead focuses on their surroundings. Ever aware that someone may be watching their group, he keeps an eye out for trouble.

Perception: 19

Furlong: "While I do agree that there is an element of self-importance in rising to godhood, I think that there is an admirable element in it. While I know little of this Cayden, he could've chosen to remain content in his mortal accomplishments and passed away like countless others, but instead, he believed in something hard enough to remove himself from the limits of mortality and become a god that embodied the values that he held as a mortal man. Of course, I say this as an Elven Wizard who runs around with an ostentatious cape and spends 15 minutes every morning putting on eyeshadow, so I can obviously relate with the self-important on some level. It's also possible that I'm entirely wrong about this Cayden fellow and that his ascension was more of a drunken accident than any noble deed. He is the God of Alcohol after all."

Rinn: No one in this tavern looks to be much of a threat. Patrons and staff alike are friendly, jovial, and in various stages of intoxication. From what the more knowledgeable members of your party can tell you, Caydenites are a generally benevolent bunch, so they wouldn't really be the type to start trouble.

Kasha pops into a booth, squishing herself in with whomever doesn't mind being squished in with her. Whenever someone orders a drink or some food, she'll say, "I'll have one too!" with an excited smile - enjoying the revelry with her friends.

Stella smiles and sips her ale, enjoying the conversation. In the meantime, Obsidian gives Furlong a meaningful look that says "where's my saucer of milk?".

Vastra allowed Kasha to take a seat next to her in the booth. She ordered a dwarven brew, a dark brown ale with plenty of foam on top. She had purchased multiple bottles of wine, but this wasn't the occasion for them. She also ordered a bread-bowl filled with beef stew. When Kasha ordered the exact same thing, she laughed and patted the half-elf on the head. "Still thirsty after all that wine?" She joked.

"Vastra, my dear, caring about one's appearance is not a matter of self-importance. Alas, you are probably correct about Cayden, though. I just think we'd all do better to focus on the accomplishments we can reap with our own two hands, rather than the idle worship of some man-on-high. Though there's room in life for both, I suppose. As long as you are being of service..." As he talks, Furlong produces a shallow saucer from his pack, tips into it a helping of ale, and slides it toward Obsidian.

Looking self-satisfied, Obsidian laps at the ale, tail flicking, provoking a smile from Stella. "Cayden's ascension is a fascinating mystery, to be sure. Can you imagine nobody, even you, knowing how you became a god?" She pulls a roll of cheese bread apart with her fingers and pops a piece neatly into her mouth.