Lyss glares at Red as and a hand drifts to her dagger.

Dneevar stares across the tavern, from the mysterious dark-haired lady, to the man with the eye patch, to the arm-wrestling men. He tries to make out the tattoos on the arm wrestler's body, seeing if they bear any resemblance to the man covered in the eye tattoos he had seen fighting the half-orc woman at the Yawning Portal (Perception: 21), while trying to recall anything from the Waterdhavian lore that would connect to the eye tattoos (flat Intelligence, may be interpreted as History or Religion: 5). "Kerri, is it right?" Dneevar asks the mysterious lady. "Are you a frequent here? Did anyone come here mentioning Volothamp Geddarm? Volo lost his friend and has sent us on a mission to try and find him."

Lyss lets the trollop push past, before turning her back on her as she starts singing like a fool.

"We could all just walk out now and leave her to the tender mercies of the Dragon's regulars. I'm sure Volo would be distraught, but he'd get over it.", she remarks to Aimee and anyone else near.

Aimee looks around the Skewered Dragon and says,

"Wow! This is a...place!"

Aimee smiles at Lyss as Rose starts to sing and tries to get her to sing along. She says to her little friend,

"I'm sure being a jerk is her way of making friends! Just like Priestess Margine at the temple!" As an aside she says, "Some floon does sound delicious right now."

Aimee then listens to Rose singing but unless it is on of Threestring's songs, a farmhand song or hymn to Oghma is completely at a loss for the words. She tries find the rhythm to clap along with Rose's singing though.

The arm wrestling mans tattoos include some of snakes, some dragons and a few crude scribblings - they are not at all similar to the bald headed man from the yawning portal.

"Yes, and we both know Priestess Margarine deserved what she got as well."

Lyss wanders off, looking for a dice game, or barring one actively going on, is tossing a bag of dice back and forth looking for any takers.

"Yep! She deserved what she got all the times she got it!"

She then really tries to focus on the clapping and humming to be helpful, probably to the point she becomes the center of attention.

Performance(?): 12

"Whooo! Go Aimee!", Lyss hollers.

"That's my friend, she's the best. You boys interested in a game?", she asks, tossing the bag of dice up and down.

Lyss spots a half-orc with a bandana, playing dice against a meek skeleton of a man wearing rags. 

The Half-orc laughs as the weasely man pulls sobs, pulling a golden tooth from his mouth, and handing it over. Through his bloody lips he gargles “One more, Please.. if you can loan me the pay in!”

The half orc laughs, “Scram, I’ve won all I can from you. Little girl, you ready to lose?”

"No, but I'm ready to beat you, what are we playing for, nibs, or shards?"

“This is no kids game. We play for dragons.”

"Oh good, it would take forever to take you for all you have if I had to nibble away at your purse. Get it? Nib-ble?"

Lyss scoots a chair up and kneels on the seat. "Well, it's your table, what's the game? We don't have enough players for "Dragon's Horde" to be much fun."

“We’ll play Beshebas favour - or Tymoras favour as those yellowbellies call it.”

Kerri looks up at him, before dropping her voice, "Sir do you think you could keep your voice down, I've got a bit of a headache."

"Sure, Beshebas' it is! I'm Lyss by the way."

She scoops the dice he has been using and sets the pouch she has in hand down. "We using yours to start?"

She slides a dragon forward on the table before rattling the dice and making a roll.

((Is this rolled open? Versus under a dice cup and revealed after betting?))

(Under a cup) “Marcus” The half orc grunts before making his own roll and peeking at it. 

 Hmmmph, ye wanna raise the stakes for another roll. 

"Nah, I'm good on rolls, mister, but if you want to throw more gold my way we can bump the stakes."

Lyss gives him innocent 13 year old halfling eyes.

Alden twitches as he sees Rose go over and start to sing what should be considered a true horror for the ears of a noble. He shrugs it off and guesses the girl is merely being rebellious. He makes his own way to the bar and waits for the song to finish before speaking. "I need the largest drink you have... No make that three or four of the largest drinks you have."

As Rose starts singing, a few heads turn around the tavern - at first suspicious, but gradually the ruffians soften as they snort and jeer at the innuendos. 

With Aimee clapping and humming enthusiastically, a large crowd gathers with her singing and clapping along. The old man stamps his feet clapping, not once hitting a beat. The arm wrestling duo, often getting too close, leering at the young half elf.

The barman never keeps his eyes off of Rose, and his grin stretches the scar across his face, making it even less appealing. “Well, you’re interesting one eh, never seen these fellas in such good spirits, what brings a nice girl like you here?” 
He smirks at rose before nodding to Alden and fetching him four tankards of muddy brown ale.

Aimee is now surrounded by sweaty, smelly men. The tattooed man leans over to her “Alright little cutie, ‘aint you somethin’.” The ruffian with the piercings butts in “You don’ wanna talk to ‘im love, come ‘ave a drink with a real man.”

Meanwhile, the half- orc stares at Lysslin, trying to figure out if she is bluffing

13

”Well, you’re a lucky one eh. I think I’ll pass this round. Let’s go again.”