Parleydin thanks Kayn for the utensils. He offers a customary prayer to the gods of the various pantheons, tilting his head down low, "May Talib keep the land fertile, the harvest plentiful, and the Roil's quakes calm. Kessah." He looks up to the sky, continuing, "May Kamsa and Emeria guide those who glide, and keep the Roil in the sky calm. Tassah. May Ula and Mageni guide our sailors true, and steer them clear of the Roil's typhoons and whirlpools, that their travels make be calm. Qussah."

He smiles and dives into his steak, about to take a bite before he forgets the refreshments. "Where are my manners!?" he bellows. "Let me grab us some ale. I'm afraid the selection isn't too fine, and pure water is too much of a rarity for that to be offered." He returns moments later with two, large clay bottles and sets them on the table. "Now we have a proper meal! If I get drunk enough, we might just have to play some drinking games."

Kayn immediately dives into his steak, saving a portion for dog-self. He uses the utensils gingerly, though he hadn't used them at all since the companions had met him. Utensils were used as a way to train the goblin the precise and unique gestures for his spells, but he still preferred using his teeth to tear into meat when he could. Giving off that feral goblin vibe tends to work in his favor with strangers, as they underestimate him. 

Once he's through with his portion of the steak, he summons dog-self to have the bit of left-overs. Afterwards, he gestures to Vesra and nods upstairs, slinking out of his chair and slowly making his way to the stairs. When he passes Vasha, he whispers, "Keep his cup full." 

When he's finally made it upstairs, he makes a b-line towards Lillith's study. Looking behind him at Vesra he says, "Hopefully she hasn't taken too much from here. I wonder why she's moving out... she never mentioned anything about leaving to me." He seems concerned. He always felt them as a family, a father and mother figure, and never thought they would separate. But that's the way with their type... they'll study something and move on. Maybe she had her fill of learning everything there is to know about beasts.

Vesra picked at the corners of her food, not digging in as much as the rest. Judge was very wise, and had given her a great talk, but she was still unsure about a great many things. It also didn't help that her stomach was knotting itself in worry over her sister.

Relief flooded through her system when Kayn dragged her upstairs. "Thank you," she whispered to him. "I'm not very good at drinking games."

"What are you looking for?" Vesra asked, running her fingers along the spines of the books which sparsely populated the shelves. Books were not a luxury she was used to, but she couldn't deny that they were fascinating. "No, Ember," she chastised her familiar as he began to stick his head out of her bag. "These are not food... I understand you're hungry... I promise, I will feed you later... How about cedar? Would you like that?... Good."

"Well, Vessie," Kayn says matter-of-factly, "We should be looking for any title that mentions Invokers. I know there was at least one in my studies. I also want to find out more on history... if I am to explore, I need to know where I'm going." He looks around and sighs, "But it looks like a lot of the books are already gone." He starts pouring through the volumes, picking out some choice tomes for himself. After what seems like forever, he finds something.

"Aha!" He exclaims, excitement on his face. "I found the book on familiar transference!" His eyes are wide when he places that on top of the small stack of books he has already chosen. Seeing Vesra downtrodden that it wasn't the Invoker book, he raises a finger. "I think... If I remember correctly..." he says, walking to a drawer at a desk, "There's a secret compartment." He pulls the drawer open, reaches in, and unlatches the bottom. Lifting up the top, he pulls out a pile of notes written on parchment. "Hmmm... yes... yes... no," he places a small bundle of notes back in.

"Ok... we've looked through everything she left and I couldn't find the book on Invocation. But!!" He says, "I did find these." He hands the pile of notes to Vesra, "I know what your sister is, and I know she left the monastery too soon. It's a lifetime commitment... but these might help her learn Lithomancy. They were taken through observing the monastery in Affa. Lithomancy is a very powerful art and is protected at all costs. If they ever knew these existed, they'd stop at nothing to destroy them and those that stole the knowledge. It is up to you if you want to give them to her."

At that, he sits at the desk, pulls a blank piece of paper, and begins writing his note. It's a combination of a farewell, thanks, and request not to be hunted and killed for taking some of the books with him. Love, Kayn - Your Humble Goblin Apprentice

When done, he looks over at Vesra, "I think Parleydin is passed out now. Shall we?" 

"A drinking game! I'mm hardly even buzzed!" He belches loudly, swaying in his seat a bit. "Alright, alright, allrright. I got a game for us. Buut a games no fun if betting issn't involvved!" He stands from his seat, stumbling back a bit. "The gamess simmple. See who can oouutdrink the other. Betss will be placed and collected from the loossers!" He shouts, ending with a hearty laugh. "I'll even accept non-monetary bets."

"So..." his hands slam into the table as he tries to steady himself, his words slightly slurred, looking at Vasha with wild eyes, "What'ss it gonna be?"

"Truth or taunt? Thee childss game?!" he laughs, almost folding over and spilling his cup of ale. "You kor are ssstrange indeed. But ssuure. Why not. I'll still match whatever bets the rest of you make though!"

He takes both of your cups and fills them to the brim with ale. "The firrst one to paass out losess, and has to do the game you wanted. Deal?"

Receiving Vasha's nod in agreement, and entertaining any bets made by the others, he smiles. "First one.... go!"

OOC: The first one to fail three Constitution saving throws passes out and loses. Parleydin has already failed one.

"Whateever, kor!" he hiccups, blinking slowly and swaying with the wind. "Arre there twooo of you?" [CON save of 6; 2 fails]

He quickly downs the seconds one, seemingly unphased by it. "You woon't beat me at thiiss!" [CON save of 22; 2 fails] He pours each of them another mug, smiling widely at her.

Parleydin fumbles for his cup, missing it twice before he gets a secure grip with his burly hands and downs it. He stumbles back as he tilts his head to drink it, nearly falling backward onto the balcony. [CON save of 13; 2 fails]

Downing the drink, he pours the next round, overfilling both of the cups as his reflexes begin to slow. "I don't eeeven knooow howw many we'rrrre oonnn." He downs the drink in two gulps, his eyes glassy as he smiles. He slowly sways back and forth, before mumbling, "Goooodnight, Lillittthhh." and topples downward, catching his head on the table before his full body thuds onto the balcony, causing it to shake. [CON save of 8; 3 fails]

"Passed out?" Vesra's eyes opened wide. "What? Does he need healing?"

She clutched the scroll tightly to her chest. She knew that the notes could be a huge help to her sister, but was she willing to risk her life in that way?

"Is ok." Kayn grins as he says this, "It happens all the time. He has help for all chores... he only needs to negotiate prices really." Kayn hops off the stool and leads Vesra back downstairs. "Oh and... your sister is a little bit tipsy. She's hugging me like I'm a child's toy. Is ok though... kind of nice." 

As they reach the bottom, Kayn looks at Veythe and Vashie and says, "Looks like we missed a good party. Are we ready to go?" 

"Oh no," Vesra shook her head. Her sister did not drink often, but when she did... Vasha was far too happy to be sober. 

"Hey, Vashie," she said softly, wrestling a goblet from her hand and placing it on the table. The smell of liquor on her breath was almost overpowering. The druid guided her sister's arm over her shoulder, so the monk could lean on her for support, and placed one arm around her waist. "What happened here?"

"She won!" Kayn says happily, "If we were here, we might have doubled our gold. She actually beat Parleydin in a drinking competition." As he says this, you can tell he's impressed. Kayn could usually hold his liquor well, but never as good as Parleydin did. These competitions helped him build his constitution throughout the years, making him much more hardier than the average goblin. "It took me years to finally beat him," he says, "That's very impressive."

Kayn's dog stands as Vesra pulls Vasha up and walks over to Kayn. He mounts himself as if it were a normal thing.

"Only a few more hours until it's time to meet Vielara, do you think she will be ok?" The dog leads Kayn to the table and he grabs the last remaining steak, feeding it to the dog. "I seem to be hungry all the time now. So strange. Every smell makes me hungry." Looking over at Veythe as she lounges in the chair amused, he asks, "I didn't catch who you betted on. Did you win?" 

Having stayed a bit longer in the bazaar to select a suitably balanced bastard sword for his off-hand and having taken a long walk to ponder the promise of the days ahead and savor the memory of sparkling blue eyes, lustrous silver hair draped over his face, and the feel of soft lips upon his own, Ellangil arrives at Parleydin's house a bit later than the rest - just in time to witness the drinking contest between Vasha and Parleydin. Ellangil slips quietly in, motioning with a finger to his lips to prevent the rest of the group from giving away his arrival, and watches Vasha's antics with a broad smile.

As he watches her, a jolt of energy shoots through his chest and then... lower. His eyes go wide.

"No, no," he whispers to himself. "None of that. There's dangerous work to be done and we can't afford any distractions."

He clears his throat and diverts his eyes to the task of polishing and admiring his new blade.

Kayn barely noticed the barbarian had entered the house. He was too focused on watching the drinking game... and now he felt bad about eating the last steak. Drunk Vasha seemed really nice. Kayn makes a mental note to take some wine on the journey when they need to travel. 

"Hello," Kayn says nonchalantly as he and his dog pass by the barbarian, "We were just leaving." He waits by the doorway for the others before closing the door behind them. Parleydin has passed out in worse locations, so he was sure he would be fine. Kayn was excited to continue his research, so his focus was on returning to the Guild Hall; to his notes.