"It's a dangerous world out there, don't I know it. I've been pretty anxious about traveling alone. And your tricks are more the kind of light entertainment I was hoping for. Or something like this--" Four orbs of light appear and she begins to juggle them. (Dancing Lights)

Performance: 18

"Oh, I see." Chain chuckles to himself and continues to drink. "Stupid bards..." he mutters to himself between sips.

Narrators note;  Now that you’re comfortable, perhaps you will accept an old raven’s sage advice. For every question there is an answer, in the world of uncertainty? Inquires are your best friends and can help shed some light on an otherwise dark world, who knows you might learn something you didn’t know?  

I will nod at Chain before heading g over to the table of magic users. "Care to drink with a non caster?"

Chain waves to gain the attention of the ogre that forced Amber to leave. "Hey, boss, what do I do to find some work around here?"

Sitting besides a fireplace with his travelling elf bard who is gently strumming a few notes on her lute, just to ensure it’s finely tuned you come to an old wizard and his blue winged fairy companion playing cards against a half orc “I will like to drink, but you have to buy in if you’d like to talk, we don’t just talk to anyone you know.” Elderbar the grey says to Vishaal, you’ll have to win them over.

I shrug and back off. Instead I make my way to the table housing Mislaia and the rest. "Share a drink with someone less... versed in magic?"

Bilgore is busily cleaning glasses and he pauses to spit into a glass before cleaning it up again and putting it behind him, this is why Amber has to always ask the dishwasher to wash everything at least twice “Why should Bilgore tell you?” And you can see that as far bartenders go, he’s very much disgruntled and unfriendly compared to Amber.

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I will nod at Chain before heading g over to the table of magic users. "Care to drink with a non caster?"

 "Yes, join us, friend. I'd be glad to have a big fellow around any time, as long as you've got my back."

"Why should you tell me? Because I can go out there and solve your problems for you, while you can stay here and earn coin. Although I don't know how much you'll earn with that lousy attitude..." Chain answers with a straight face.

(okay the DM is going to have to go to bed now bc it’s 1am here in Britain, please no one leave the tavern as that’s where the story will begin to play out further, but you’re allowed to free roam rp and do whatever else. I hope you’re enjoying yourselves so far!)

I sit with the bards a moment before calling out to Chain. "Join us! We can find work later. Enjoy another drink, on me."

((Last post for the night))

Bilgore eyes Chain up and down before pointing a podgy figure out the door “job board by town hall, near library.” He says grumpily, but Amber pokes her head out of the back room with her evening cloak on “He could always find out what happened to that hunting party.” She said behind him as she put her cloak’s hood over her head, hiding her bright fiery red hair “Amber.” The ogre warned, evidently worried that someone else might die.

Chain makes a mental note to ask about 'that hunting party' later, then reluctantly joins Mislaia's table to have a drink with everyone. "Well, I don't usually find many friendly faces, so that's refreshing. Except for the whole trying to magic me thing." Chain remarks, shooting a glare at Mislaia.

"Since we seem to be getting to know each other, what be the names by which you are called? I've met Chain. And I overheard one of you called by Mislaia. And the rest of you?" I ask ordering more drink for the lot of us.

The halfling stops juggling and says, "I'm Sora Farfoot, at your service. Looking for interesting happenings and looking for coin. I've got goals, you know."

the hooded human man in the corner lowers his mug, and mutters in an almost hostile manner: "Name's Carlos. You want magic, I got it. Don't dare mess with me, though." He sullenly glares at the remaining contents of his mug, and mumbles a curse on the brewer of the liquid filth he had been drinking the past five minutes.

"Nice story", says the hairy creature. "Me Galqarin". With a tug on Mislaia's sleeve, "What happen to raven?"

His eyes flick over to the dice game. He's pretty good at rolling dice, but less proficient at lying.

" Well Galqarin, since you seem like the only creature here who doesn't seem to specifically hate my antics " Looks at the halfling, " Well, you and the halfling. I will ask you if you would like to be my friend slash travelling companion slash something else I haven't thought of yet but will eventually. "

" Speaking of which, what do people call you halfling? "