The Nautilid tosses off a short little salute to the halfling. "Sure, pal." He turns his bulk over to look at each of the little halflings in the booth, straightening up to his full height to tower over them.

"I don't think Management would take to you tearing up their establishment." He says to the nervous looking halfling, then turns to the oldest of the three in the dark suit. "You've brought some pretty impressive muscle here tonight. With the hardware to match, too from the looks of it." He gestures to the half-orc. "Expecting trouble tonight, pal?"

The woman smiles again at Jimmy.

"They are quite cheap, I assume you can, unless you are very broke."

Jimmy pauses. Starts to speak twice. Gives up and turns to one of the bartenders, flagging one down for two drinks.

The halfling grins.

"Always pays to be safe. 'Course, it might not in this situation, since we're paying for Tiberius Vinter, the High Lord Marshal of the whole godsdamn Coalition!"

Isokratos notices the half-orc scowl and mutter something under his breath when the besuited halfling says his name. The halfling, seemingly unaware of this, extends a hand.

"You can call me Mr. Killagob. What brings you around here? I mean, the Professor, obviously, he's what's brought us all around here. What I meant was... well, you know what I meant."

Ser Helio-Horus grunts as Horus-Lux approaches. He wears red platinum armor and a half-helm. He watches the room dutifully, his proud features showing a colorful plumage that partly hides a few old scars on his feathered face. At his side hangs a disabled energy longsword.

"Well, I suppose. Haven't had to keep it yet, and that's as good as it gets."

One of the human bartenders pours a single drink and hands it to the elf, but all he gives Jimmy is an apologetic smile.

"Been told not t' give y' any drinks, on account o' how your job needs a clear head an' suchlike. Woulda thunk you'd be able t' hold your alcohol 't least a lil, but I s'pose I en't your employer. Tha'll be half a cred fer th' lady's drink."

Helio-Horus shrugs.

"Think the gnome's full of it, but if you're stupid enough to believe him, you might be willing to do something bad to get ahold of his knowledge."

“Well, that was actually two drinks for her...” and he moves to pay 1 credit

deception 13 

Isokratos whistles as he hears the name of Tiberius Vinter, leaning back in his chair and looking at the half-orc.

He turns back and looks at Mr. Killagob's hand and lets it hang there.

"Isokratos.As you can imagine, this device has interesting applications for my people. I am here to observe. For now. And you? Clearly you have means. Are you intending to bid?"

(It's not really a lie, but if necessary: Deception: 2)

"Sorry, pal," says the bartender, "I en't about to-"

"Oh, give it a rest, Bentley."

Helio-Horus, the source of the other voice, looks up as Horus-Lux departs.

"Just put his drink on my tab. You've never stopped me from drinking on the job before. Give him my usual."

Helio-Horus taps his datapad against the bar, transferring two credits. Bentley sighs, then pours up a green concoction with swirls of gold dust sifting through its liquid. He hands it to Helio-Horus, who promptly hands it to Jimmy.

"Bottoms up," he says, giving the closest to a grin an avia-ra can.

"Bid?" Mr. Killagob smirks. "This is a presentation, not an auction. So, whaddya think about the Professor and his Tulfoo Doohickey?"

(fair warning, it's getting pretty late for me, I might turn in soon.)

Jimmy nods appreciatively to the Avia-ra, before taking off his helmet to drink.

”There’s a good man. Trouble sobers ya up when it comes, anyhow. Just gotta’ wait around long enough to find out what flavor of trouble decided it was done living today.” 

Fezzik nods at the Dwarf and says, "Your people were greatly respected by my village. My father died gripping a Dwarf made greatsword." He smiles with bits of meat dangling from his mandibles, then moves towards his associates to get an earhole in.

Still socially cautious, Fezzik stays near the back, only bumping one table, but trying to save the drinks (Dex check to save the drinks 17)

Isokratos looks at the other two halflings at the table, trying to judge the relationship between the three of them. "It is interesting. I can see where it can be considered dangerous to some people. Folks like the professor, those that push the boundaries. They ain't the most popular folks. So when you come to one of these...presentations, with ordinance as such the Marshal over there is packing. You can see how some people around here might get a little squirrely."

Isokratos leans in. "But you haven't said much about yourself, yet, pal. Why are you here with your children? Don't tell me this is a science project for Junior over there." He jerks a big metallic thumb at the nervous one.

Not having seen a Halfling before, Fezzik is curious why children would be in such a place as this...

Ser Helio-Horus flinches for a moment when he gets a look at Jimmy's face, but says nothing.

If you're downing more than half of that thing, go ahead and make a Con save.