(Ah. Felt a bit later than that, was picturing early night.)

Mal'thrae's speechless as he checks out the place. "I mean... the decor's impressive, no doubt about that. But all this in one day? Holy sh*t. The guilds are never this fast with anything. Someone's looking out for us - or Volo had the coin all along, and much more, and this is one hell of a surprise party."

Urukar eyes the taps with suspicion, but also curiosity.  "We should check these taps work..."

Auric:

Bemused at the transformation of the manor from the morning, Auric considers his portion of the gold used in the refurbishment well-spent, although he is astonished that it was done so quickly.  "Now this is nice," he says, finding himself a good place to sit after getting his mount settled in the tower.

"I did make a contact with a dwarf who claimed to represent the Order of the Gauntlet while we were at the 'Portal," Auric informs the others, "but he didn't have a job for us right away.  Did anyone else have any luck?"

“Nothin’. A few nice guys I might buy another drink for sometime, but nothing worthwhile. Order of the whatsit now? What’s that all about?”

Melody comes out of the kitchen, "It... it actually worked. He did it," she's laughing, "like I had any doubts..."

“...he did it...he di-Oh my god, Melody, you had him do it. I’ll be damned, you’re amazing.” He grins, sitting back into a chair. “You’re amazing. There’s no other way to put it.”

"Oh, I didn't 'have him do it'," Melody says, "I simply asked him politely if he wouldn't mind helping. I have no idea what it looks like upstairs though mind you. But this," she twirls around in the main tavern area, "oh I've dreamed of performing in a tavern half as nice as this."

"Well, it's still amazing, asking him to use his power for this. Very considerate. I'm sure the upstairs is great as well."

He chuckles. "I get kicked out of taverns half as nice as this. " Mal'thrae says, going to check the upstairs. "A human gets drunk and disorderly, they're having fun, but I do it and I'm a 'Lolth-worshipping asshat.'

Auric:

Smiling as it dawns on him how Melody got this done, Auric says, "Amazing!  I don't suppose this means we can get back the coin we pledged to fix this place up, does it?"

Speaking as an aside to Melody in a quieter moment, Auric asks, "What do you plan to do with the lamp and the entity within?  It seems...dangerous...to have such a powerful creature bound to do the will of any who possess the lamp."

Melody giggles and taps Auric on the nose, "Don't worry your head about it Auric. I'll figure something out."

Mal'thrae, all the areas have been transformed into lavishly decorated, and quite comfortable, bedrooms. It seems that each room that you chose has been equipped with what each individual would prefer.

Valen has a bit of trouble with the multiple locks and security measures on his room's door, until he realizes it takes the exact process he would have made for them himself to open the various items and bypass the other things.  Once inside his room he settles in, more than a bit surprised when he checks for a secret escape route, and finds it exactly where he would have put it.  His enemies are going to have a hard time getting at him here... 

Mal'thrae's room feels a bit tight, but cozy. Beside the bed is a writing desk and a bureau. The room is well lit with continual flame spells that can be dimmed or extinguished. There's also three chairs by a side table, with implements for making tea or simple drinks - the half-drow was always the conversational type.

Hearing the others' exclamations as they examine their bedrooms, Urukar walks into his room, expecting the worst.  He finds a spartan setting - a rough bed, covered in animal skins, and a sturdy hook hammered into the wall to hang his greataxe on.  The windows of the room lie open and uncovered, and running round a section of the room at eye height are a series of orcish hieroglyphs depicting his life so far - the harsh upbringing as a half-orc in a tribe of orcs, the power struggle between his orc brothers on the death of their father that resulted in his exile, his time living as a bandit, and his time in Waterdeep till the present.  The half-orc notes the space for future stories, nods in satisfaction at the living quarters, and heads back to the main tavern area to test the taps.

Rayner : "Well, I do like this. It reminds me of home." And he smiles.

Rayner's room is spacious, rectangular bedroom has mismatched wooden and metal furniture.  The floor is carpeted and the walls are painted with a paneled dado.  Light is provided by table lamps.  The room is done in a vintage theme in cool colors and overall has a retro look to it.  Among the first things one notices walking in are a magazine and candles on the dresser and a collection of memorabilia and a vanity.

Urukar, it looks like the only thing that didn't get stocked was the food and drink.

Urukar pulls each of the taps in turn, grunting in disapproval each time as not even a hiss of air is heard.  He wanders behind the bar, opening cupboards and drawers both high and low, and the disapproving grunts continue.  Eventually he gives up, sitting on one of the new chairs in the corner of the room, sulking.

Urukar hears a click as part of the taproom roof swings open. Mal'thrae falls through the ceiling, landing on the floor below.

Falling damage: 3 bludgeoning.

The half-drow laughs as he picks himself up. "My room's got a trapdoor into this room. Handy!"

Turning to the half-orc, he asks: "How's your room?"

The half-orc stares in bemusement at Mal-thrae for a second, not quite sure why someone would test such a thing while standing on it, before replying.  "It will do... perhaps the skull of the creature we fought, mounted on the wall, will improve it."

"Will you all keep please stop messing around?" Melody asks as she comes back downstairs. "We really need to set up some kind of deal with food and alcohol sellers if we want to open this place any time soon," she adds. Her own room was just as she'd always wanted it, lavish and comfortable. She tucked the lamp into a safe concealed into the base of the bed under her mattress for now, whispering, "I'll be back in a little bit," to it before going back downstairs.