Blaire says, "Thank you. Here.", and hands her two gold. "The Stout is two and the local brew an Ale 's silver apiece, Yeah? So how 'bout a round of the cider for everyone too just to try it out?" And she hands Elsa a additional gold.

Elsa nods. Sounds good to me. She smiles. Turning to Robwin, she leans in hand on his shoulder, "Your owl is amazing. Are you wanting anything else?"

Eli mildly groans and finishes his third while picking up and starting on his fourth. 

Blaire laughs and "lightly" elbows Wolfsong. Looking at the others with a huge Cheshire Cat Grin.

Robwin turns slightly towards Elsa when she touches his shoulder and mentions his owl. “Thanks! Her name’s Lia. You can pet her if you like, she’s friendly.... She’s actually a Fey-spirit! She just prefers to take the form of an owl”.

And in answer to her question he says, “Aside from those drinks I think we’re fine for now... I’m sorry, we’re running you ragged tonight!... Thanks for taking such good care of us all”. 

Elsa smiles widely. Pets Lia. Says, "No worries at all. Call if you need anything." Then moves on to the next table and put in the drink order with Mike.

Robwin watches Elsa go about her business, smiling and thinking ‘There are just not enough people like that, who try damned hard and do a good job!’. He watches her for a second or two.

Lia pecks his earlobe hard enough to draw blood. “Hey!...”, he ‘thinks’ to her with a frown, “What’s got into you?!... ... What? I’ve only had a couple!... you’re just tired!”, and with that, he clicks his tongue twice, and dismisses her into her pocket realm for the night.

"Robwin, I uh think you're uh bleeding.", Eli says pointing lazily toward you.

(( Happy New Year Whenever It Starts ... Eaxh party member levels up to four during this coming long rest. ))

(OOC - nice! Also, Happy New Year everyone!)

"Oh! Guys! The farm boy, um. Carp! like the fish? He's the one told us about the other goblin. Halfling I think. Don't think it matters. He was chatty. Gralk spoke with him a lot while settling up. She's one them speaks better when no one's round. Oh! He names; named? The wolves. It was really cute, really! I'll have to reintroduce you... After I remember the name.", Blaire rambles.

She takes out and sets her pipe and sips the cider brought. "Oh, that is very sweet. That's a dangerous one."

She looks back to TT as if she was expecting an answer to a question. Then starts giggling just a bit. 

Wait, wait, wait," Eli says groggily, "you had a farm boy, a child, with those beasts?"

"The wolves were trained before Gaatbort and I mang'd ta bond with 'em [[Illuskan: Stiff Balde]] an they're well fed, clean an tired. An [[Illuskan: farm boy]], Carp, the child of the farm, who knows 'ow old 'e is? 'is mum sent 'im ta set us up, clearly a  [[Illuskan: blessed host]]. What's your gripe w't ta pack?", Blaire responded her switch from pleasantly giddy to vehement agitation so fast it catches the party off guard. 

Eli blinks a few times then shakes his head. "You're completely crazy, aren't you? I thought overfriendly and too chatty on the trip from Neverwinter. Never spent time round sailors or northerners, so how was I to know. But you really are insane. You really think right off I'm worth chatting up and flirting with cause I 'enjoyed the view', 'took good care of my equipment' and 'my hair set well 'round my ears'? You really call these strangers we're in lot with friends 'cause what? 'He's from the North' ", pointing at Wolfsong, "She's a Cleric", pointing at TT, "He fumbles with his words but can pull fire from thin air", pointing at Robwin, "Him cause what he smiles a lot?", pointing at Rinn, "and what? Ikki 'cause he has nice plumage and those damned wretched cursed creatures because they said you were strong?!"

Blaire looks at him for a few moments, blinks, looks at everyone at the table, takes a long draw on her pipe, takes a long slow sip from her cidar.

In a quieter and slightly confused tone she answers, "Well, yeah. An 'cause you 'ave a large family an clearly love 'em. An 'cause TT's quick to check on tha person 'fore da goal. An 'cause she has a great smile and a lovely voice. And 'cause Robwin loves books an 'e's cute."

She looks at Robwin, "Ya really should have a room to yourself an' ask that Elsa to join ya. Don't ask til she's off work. Bad behavior ta ask when someone can't escape." 

She looks back to Eli, "An Rinn is good at everything I seen 'im try. An 'e makes me laugh. An 'e's wicked good w't da bow. An Ikki is very caring and very dangerous. An Wolfsong is a mountain cousin. An a good hunter. An look at 'im woof. An ta be so close to da  [[Illuskan: moonborn]] it's a blessing of da moon sisters followers of Valkur admire to this day. An Sildar's a cousin too even if city born an  [[Illuskan: clanless]]; good life an choice outweigh blood an clan; always. 'An Glufs, Gralk and Gaatbort? Being cursed? Those are stories! Not every story is true. Some stories even changed before and after da spell pledge. Some stories are different between 'ere an Waterdeep an my own islands. They put in with us 'cause we are strong and 'cause they lost clan to us. An now we're clan. It's brutal an they 'ave stories why their kin's like that. Glufs' a mother. An I think Gralk is a clan kind of princess or bride pack or something an magic  [[Illuskan: moon blessed]]. An Gaatbort is very good with animals. An stories can't be what you use to decide people. I heard stories that da [[Illuskan: moon sisters]] an Valkur where an item once or maybe now like your parents. Heard stories that Selûne and Shar were one deity. That Daraktan and goblinkin were from different realms. That human an many other people were too. Pick da stories ya like Eli. Don't let them make you a nightmare." 

Her voice is watery at the end. "I'm step'n outside a moment for some air. I'll be back. She stands, takes a large drink from her beer and heads for the backdoor and yard. 

Eli for his part appears to have passed out midway through Blaire's response. He started drinking about as soon as he returned from bathing and locking up his gear. He was three Ale in before Wolfsong and Blaire arrived, had two more with his meal, a stout and a cidar. His current Ale is half empty in his hand.

Robwin watches the exchange between Eli and Blaire with some amusement. The characterisation of everyone’s best and worst traits seems extreme and like absurd caricatures to him, but also comic enough in the moment. He takes the comments about him and Elsa in the same light: either a cruel put-down, or grand flattery. He doesn’t know which. He doesn’t get involved. He’s not yet drunk enough to wade in to that!

Rinn smiles and sits proudly upright as he hears Blaire mention how good he is at things, and nods in agreement to no one in particular. Throughout the evening, he has not been drinking and so is starting to collect a few drinks in front of him now as each round for the table was brought around. He pushes them into the middle of the table and stands. "I think I might take a bit of a walk around the town before heading off to bed," he says to the others, then looks at Eli and shakes his shoulder, "Maybe you should go to be too, mister Eli."

As he makes his way around the town, Rinn will first stop at the Shrine of Luck for a little while - after all, Tymora has her hand in much, right? And then make his way about, stopping at the notice board at the town hall to see if there is anything new. As he mills about, he is also listening out for any chatter or rumours of things happening in or about town and keeping an eye out for anything that looks particularly shiny (Perception: 9).

(( OOC: Just curious; does Rinn end up back at the Stonehill Inn for the night or the Miner's Exchange bunks - always welcome - or the Edermath Orchard? Tonight, nothing going on really this dark, quiet night. A little louder near the Sleeping Giant, but nothing new or too rowdy tonight. ))

Eli starts awake, "Yeah, yeah, right." He slowly rises, partially ways to the table and wanders up the stairs, locking himself into D and crashing on the bed.