At J'zargo's comment and clapping of his back, Geralt visibly flinches and whips away, grabbing the tabaxi's wrist with a steel grip. He stares down the tabaxi, his metallic teeth bared in something akin to a growl, and behind those teeth... J'zargo catches a glimpse of something else. Many somethings, actually, each one as sharp and needlelike as the next. Red threads seem to snake their way through his strange, solid blue eyes, making them look bloodshot. As fast as it came, the rage fades, and Geralt releases J'zargo's wrist.

"...Sorry," he says, lamely, "I don't... like being touched."

"J'zargo is noticing this all to well, friend."  The tabaxi rubs his wrist after being released from the vice-like grip, and takes in Geralt's face for a second, before nodding to him.  "This one apologises for his familiarity.  Now come, we must sit, and discuss life in this most interesting of places!"

"I don't think you're wrong about that" she responded to Fiddle's comment on there surely being not shortage of crazy to test his devices on. Her eyes thing alighted on the stranger as he flew down and landed among them, an Arakocra it seemed and yet his feathers were black. It was only when J'zargo began to talk that she realized she was staring, his comment on sneaking in and out of a politician's daughter's window making her snort and chuckle, "you're the cat's meow Sir J'zargo." The Tabaxian certainly had the charm and skill so that she didn't doubt his story. 

After talking the local man Akamu to join them, Aramintha picked up the alchemical supplies once more in her arms. "Remember you offered me food and drinks" she said to Fiddle as she adjusted her stride to keep in line wit her party, inwardly hoping no other surprised popped up as she was starving. When Fiddle asked the Arakocra, Aaron, about his feathers, the elf leaned in interested to hear as well. At his statement, Aramintha whistled low, "that's tough. Do the memories you do have offer any clues?"

But soon enough they were in the Tavern, "wait, first lets get some grub, then we can dive into it" she said, smiling large now upon seeing the bartender and proprietor, "how 'bout yes Mr. Wanderboot!" And already she was temporarily placing the box on the bar top to lean up and out towards Mr. Wanderboot, her hands on either side of his face as she pulled him gently towards her and kissed him on the cheek, "and food, the good stuff." Letting him go, she pulled back, taking the case in her arms again, "Oh! And the name's Aramintha" she said, not only to the bartender but to Geralt and Aaron as she turned back to them. The sound of the skittering on the floor took her a little by surprise, but from the look of the Kobold and the offering of drinks - well, what could the elf say, her needs were shamelessly simple. 

She could understand Geralt's initial distrust, but it didn't stop her from making her way to the table, not having caught the latter of which happened. Carefully she put the box of supplies in a safe corner behind the table and plopping herself unceremoniously on a chair. "It would be a shame" she agreed with J'zargo, sitting Akamu by her so that she may tend to his wounds once the barmaid arrived with their drinks and the wet rag. She wasn't a healer just yet, but she had a knack for it that had helped her often in her travels or even at home. 

Lam sets a platter of glasses and a damp rag on the counter. The glasses contain ahi, a burning alcoholic beverage that cannot be found anywhere outside of Port Kopolua. It is so potent that it has become a custom among the Paoi to resolve disputes with an ahi-drinking contest.

(The drinks are 5 copper pieces each.)

"Ah, finally, some culture!  You, the dragonkin, I like you.  I will gladly take your money.  Lam!  I still want the the cold drink as well!  Aramintha, I'll cover your drink and food too."

Looking at Aaron, Fiddle says, "that's very concerning.  Maybe we can help restore some of your memories while we explore.  Goodness knows we're gonna end up wandering all over this blasted continent! "

Fiddle finally is wary of Geralt.  He seems stable enough, but the man was off.  The fellow short folk dragonkin seems a good sort.  He probably wants something.

 Sobbi nods eagerly at Jzargo and Fiddle, his grin widens as the party is now gathering to his table, “Yes, come and sit, we can tend the wounded and the sick after.” he says that as he looks at Akamu, Aaron and Geralt, especially worried for the last one.

He hears Lam and puts down his backpack, untie the knot and starts rummaging through his own stuff, he pulls out a crossbow, a shield and finally a warhammer, resting them on the table “No… not this, not this...Ah!” he pulls out a small pouch from within, and counts 3 silver and 5 copper pieces, he takes another look into the pouch, and makes a decision with the help of Jzargo’s comment. He walks up to Lam and points up one finger, “Mr. Wanderboots, I will pay for one round.” and happily places down the coins.

Thanking Mr. Wanderboot, she picked up the damp rag and proceeded to clean off Akamu's wounds, her hands and pressure applied surprisingly gentle. She heard then as the Kobold began to take things out of his backpack, a nifty amount of weapons actually and she had to smile at that. Appraising the wounds better now that they were cleaned off, she leaned in towards her gnome friend, "perchance have any balms or salves for swelling in your stash?" Placing the rag down, she finally took one long swig of her drink and immediately froze. It took everything in her not to physically cry out or even choke, exhaling heavily when she roughly set the drink down. "Wow, so the Paoi found a way to brew fire" she said as she fanned herself. She would certainly have to be careful with how many more of them she drank, or else she would end up on the floor. 

Chuckling at Fiddle's comment, she shook her head and tsked at him, "blasted you might think it, but you can't deny its potential. But I've faith that between Ferus' wonders and our determination, we'll be able to help you Aaron" she said, reaching out to pat his shoulder. Looking to the Kobold, she lifted her mug in appreciation, "and thank you for the free round" she said as she flashed him a smile, "does our generous benefactor have a name? If you're wondering about the beautiful elf" she pointed to herself, "I'm Aramintha Erosflyn." 

To Fiddle: "Thats why I sought after your group when I saw them arriving in port. You see...  for some reason I've felt a strange feeling drawing me to exploration and adventure ever since I woke up here. I don't know why, but I feel it I follow it I may find more about my past, however, I'm not strong to explore these lands on my own, and most of the people around here aren't the adventuring type"

Aaron then carefully picks up his glass in one taloned hand and takes a small sip. Although it is not much, for those who have already felt it's ferocity, Aaron seeming to be unfazed by it is impressive for sure

Now that they are all sitting down with Sobbi, his excitement starts to recede thus begins to take in peripheral information, hearing the aarakocra’s condition, he tries to recall any knowledge about memory loss. 

medicine : 16

Before he recalls anything, Aramintha raises her cup and he follows, he merely sticks his tongue into the liquid and immediately flinches, flapping his golden tongue, “I…*cough* am Sobbi Shortmaul, you’re welcome, Aramintha Erosflyn, you’re all welcome,” he climbs up on the stool and takes a bow, looks at Fiddle, “ And I like you too .” He proceeds to go back with his old mug of bland ale, takes a sip and taps his tongue, and another sip, the bitterness feels much tolerable, comparison makes things better.  

When hearing Aaron's comment, his eyes sparks again with fervor, "Yes, yes! I feel that too, something tells me that you are the ones I'm looking for!"

Lam sets a glass of cold ale before Fiddle and also brings a pork dish to anyone who requests a meal. "Am I to take it you'll be wanting rooms for the night?" He inquires.

Akamu looks taken aback by the kindness shown him, and quietly drinks his ahi while you apply the wet rag to his wounds.

Aaron calmly eats, taking the occasional sip of his drink, seeming to start to get a little hot from it as he nears the end of his meal, which when you look at how much he ended up drinking is quite impressive, though given that he said he's been here for a few weeks, he probably has had some practice

Upon being asked if he wants a room "Yes please"

J'zargo gets up from his seat, raising his glass to the others.  "A toast!  We are having the makings here of a group to be seeking their fortunes together.  That is how these things are starting, no?"  The tabaxi necks his drink in one, twitches his nose, and sneezes.  He looks at the empty glass appreciatively.  "Ah, this is more potent than the ahi I am drinking for the first time ten years ago...  Perhaps we are shipping this to Legum in the future, J'zargo knows a few people who give good coin for the exotic drinks, and more coins for the ones made from the fire, yes?"  He winks at Aramintha regarding her comment.

Lam sets the pork down in front of J'zargo, who grins at the bartender while nodding at the dinosaur head on the wall.  "Master Wanderboots, I am most disappointed that allosaurus is not appearing on the menu.  Forgiving me, but the harbormaster mentioned your most unfortunate arm.  I am saying to him as I am saying to you, my hoping was that the beast was losing more than an arm, and this one is most pleased to be seeing the truth hanging from your wall."

He puts an arm round Akamu's shoulder while he continues.  "Our friend here was being found at the mercy of a woman named Ulopo.  Alas, my words of your language are not enough to be conversing with the man, perhaps you would be most helpfully asking him about his woes?"

"Ahah!  Yes!  Finally!  Cheers to our new friends and the potential of new discoveries!"  Fiddle takes a big swig of the ahi.  His eyes burn and he coughs.  "WOW that is... a lot.  It's delicious but my word!"  He takes a more cautious sip.  "Yes, smaller drinks smaller drinks make it better."  Upon hearing the requests for a room, Fiddle says "Yes!  I would like one room please.  I need a chance to stretch out and breathe and for some reason I think I'm going to sleep like the dead tonight."

"Hey, Akuma, how'd you end up on the wrong side of that lot?  What's their deal?"

Fiddle, thankful for the drinks, food, a place to sit where the ground isn't rocking underneath him, and a crowd of people he hasn't been looking at for the past six months, is having a great time.  No I'm not getting drunk, he tells himself, just relaxing.  That's all.

(Five silver pieces for a room for the night and all the pork you can eat.)

"What, this?" Lam laughs, gesturing to his empty sleeve. "I've come to the conclusion that men only need one arm, but the gods in their infinite wisdom provide them with a spare. Anyhow, I believe I got the better of that bastard in the end."

He turns to Akamu and exchanges a few words in Paoi with the man and translates for you. 

"The fool fished in the Bay of Coral Tears without Boss Bu'Bu's permission. Damn idiot." Lam shakes his head. "Nobody crosses the Boss and gets away with it. Ulopo is his right hand, and it's her job to execute punishment."

At the sight of Jzargo downing his drink, Sobbi pushes forward his ahi, seeing if Jzargo would do it again, as if it's some kind of magic trick.

"Free meat," the Kobold plops down another 5 silver, and begins to chomp some meat, "Does this Boss Bu'Bu' own the whole bay? He must be really rich."

"Boss Bu'Bu runs the port in all but name." Lam replies, gathering up the silver pieces. "Chief Lu'Pao grows old and forgetful, and the Boss has bought off his council." The bartender shakes his head regretfully and turns away to serve the next table.

The elf nodded her agreement, taking another more careful sip of her drink, to Aaron and Fiddle, as well as Sobbi about the wonderful prospects of adventuring, made all the better together rather than separately. She lifted her glass again when J'zargo made a toast, and agreed, "they'd surely make a killing with their ahi in Legum." When Lam returned, Aramintha eagerly took up a pork dish and nodded once more, emphatically this time as she looked up at the proprietor, "Absolutely, and I'll be glad to never feel another wave while I sleep" she said mostly to herself. To Fiddle's comment about sleeping, she snorted slightly, "three more of those and you might mean it, literally" she teased. 

She couldn't help but frown however when Lam translated the man's story. "Rich? Sure, and that's probably the least of it" she said, disapproval in her tone as her gaze wandered to man beside her, the swelling on his face still quite noticeable even in the dim light. What more information the Lam had provided did no favors to the unflattering light shone on this Boss Bu'Bu in her mind's eye. Fishing from her pouch 5 silver pieces, she handed it to Lam, "if you don't have enough room, I don't mind bunking with someone else" she said honestly. Privacy had ever hardly been issue for someone who had grown up in a home with hardly any rooms and an entire brood. Her mind then began to wonder as she ate her pork dish with a good amount of gusto. "Are you natives of Ferus?" she asked Sobbi and Geralt, turning to the latter so he'd know she was asking him as well. Aaron she knew better than to ask, the poor soul. 

"Native... no. But I have been here... several years. I was m-... er, born in Terra Legum."

The young man with the old face shifts uncomfortably in his seat. It would appear that this is a touchy subject for him, but it seems so is just about every other subject, so who knows. Geralt orders no food and no drink, but neither does he ask the others to share their dishes, so it does not look like he's just being cheap. Despite this, he does not look hungry, and no one else actually recalls him coming to mealtime during the journey, regardless of its length. He turns to Lam.

"This Bu... 'Bu. Is he... a problem? We-...I very much dislike... problems."

Sobbi looks at Aramintha with a meat-stained maul, “I think so, we were found by a hunter as eggs, and by Janus’ grace he realized we weren’t beast eggs, after that we were adopted by priest Arval, and here I am serving Janus.” Sobbi pulls out a amulet from beneath his armor, it has the shape of a man with two faces, looking at opposite directions.

Sobbi shrills in a sudden realization, “Ah…! Right, that is why I’m here,” he points at the amulet and explains, “You see the two face of Janus right here, it is said that one of his faces is always looking at the past, the other one at the future, and virtuous priests – like Arval himself, could get a message from Janus if something truly terrible is about to happen: that is exactly why I am here.”

He gulps down his drink and belches, “As you all know, Legum and Ferus created us and the gods that looks after us, what you might not know, there were also something else that were created,” Sobbi scans across everyone’s face and snarls, “Raaah! Ancient primal horrors! So horrific and dreadful, even the in-our-eyes omnipotent gods couldn’t eliminate them, and now, one of those horror is about to be awaken from its slumber…”

“And that’s why I’m here, the only clue was that the threat is to the south, and to the south I headed, for almost a month I was search for rumors,” he looks at everyone with a grin, “and people that can help me against this threat...” when he finishes, with an anticlimactic burp he raises his hand and points out one finger, “ One more ale please!”

The tabaxi reaches for the glass of ahi as Sobbi tells his story, and knocks back the drink with only a slight shudder - knowing what to expect this time.  He smiles and laughs as the kobold imitates powers beyond their ken as if it were a monster in a children's story.  "Bravest Sobbi, you are having been combatting the end of the worlds by yourself?  You are having my most gracious thank you!  But how are you knowing of this threat, when no one else is knowing..." 

He gestures round the bar to the other patrons, eating their food, drinking there drinks... until his eyes fall on the slightly intense dwarf talking rapidly to a human who looked like he wished to be elsewhere.  "Perhaps the dwarf is knowing", he says with a chuckle.  "J'zargo is thinking he has the look of someone who is seeing many things, and not all of them pleasant."