The Tavern at the End of the World

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*good afternoon*

*at library today*

Lore was outside, she was staring at birds in the tree's and taking notes on their anatomy.

A blue skinned half elf dropped from the skin and landed on the ground. She snarled to nothing "I am quite tired of being dropped into portal's!!" she yelled at the sky. she brushed off her dress and walked inside. BEHOLD, this was Allison Vanderguard, The travelling bard. 

 *Good morning, glad you could be on today, also YAY ALLISON!!!!!!!!!!*

Q'ilbrith is taking his morning constitutional when BEHOLD *gasp* Allison appears out of nowhere! Q'ilbrith stops dead, unsure of how to respond to this.

 Allison looks around "Where did Zeke send me?" she muttered to herself

 "Al - Allison? Is that you, or did Krathian spike my scotch again?"

 Allison's head flicks towards Q'il as both her eyebrow's raise in confusion "Q'ilbrith?" she said before picking him up and examining him "Oh thank lords its you, and yes, i am me.... well im pretty sure im me"

 He kind of excitedly flops "It's so good to see you! Where have you been?"

 "Getting in ways of gods and man who wish to see others dead" she said looking off to the side "Lyra is not with me again, this time i suppose ill let her rest.... she need's it"

 "She probably does. It's so good to see you! I'm sure Krathian will be absolutely ecstatic."

 "Is the man still half-insane" she asked with a chuckle "I suppose he'll want to see what has happened to me" She rolled up a long, thick, draping sleeve of her right arm to reveal a metal made prosthetic. 

 Q'ilbrith raises his ... um ... well he doesn't have eyebrows so his eyes open a little bit more than normal. "Indeed, is this a result of your opposition of the violent flesh-walkers you had mentioned before?"

*Krathian is what happens when Luna Lovegood tells you you're just as sane as she is, and she's actually waaaay overestimating your sanity.*

 "Ezekiel Underwood? yes. He was an employer that sought me out for something. In turn, he only needed my flesh" She said and chuckled nervously 

 "That's ... unnerving. Anyway," Q'ilbrith flop/scoots out of Allison's arms, suction his way up the door, and swings it open, hanging on to the handle. "Let's get you something to eat, you look dog tired."

 "You could say that" she said, tying up her long hair into a bun

 Q'ilbrith flop/scoots his way into the tavern, ordering Allison some hearty potato soup. Krathian who was blowing smoke rings Gandalf-style. He stops dead when he sees Allison walk into the Tavern, his pipe drops from his mouth. 

"Q'ilbrith, I think I had too much to drink last night. I'm going to go sleep it off, I'm seeing ... things."

 Allison turns to him and waves, walking over. She sits down politely in front of Krathian 

 This close, Krathian can sense the psychic energy emanating from Allison and realizes that this is no hallucination. "Allison?"

 "Yes it is me, Q'ilbrith thought he was hallucinating too" She said with a small smile

 "Ye gods," he says, kind of happily thunderstruck, before pulling her into a tight hug.

 Allison squeaks a bit from getting squished but hugs back happily

 "Oh my gosh it's so good to see you again! What have you been up to?"

 "well.." she chuckled nervously and unrolled her sleeve to show him her now metal-made arm prosthetic. "Not very good"

*Cocks shotgun,*

"Who did that?"

 "Somebody i was working for..." She said and chuckled nervously again

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Krathian is muttering to himself incomprehensibly

Perdo and Ruby are talking

 Fin is eating a banana for dinner

 Poppy walks over, having finished their workout, "Uh, hey pal.... are you ok?"

 “…yes..? Why do you ask?”

 "Normaly people don't mutter to themsleves in random areas."

*Oh for some reason I thought they were talking to Fin. lol *

”Ah yes that, I was meditating. I do that when I meditate. So yes, I am completely fine,” he gives her a winning but tired smile. “Thank you for your concern.”

 *Good job lol*

"Hmmm, ok. If you say so."

 *Ye I was all like ‘What does Poppy have against bananas?’*

”I do.” He looks her over for a second before asking “You are a Harengon, are you not?”

 *Haha, the power of miscommunication!*

"Yeah, i am."

 He leans forward in his chair, somewhat excited. “Fascinating, I don’t believe I’ve met one of your kind before. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I’m a bit of a scholar.”

 "Well, i guess that would be ok," Poppy nods

 He grins, folds his hands, and kind of mini bows in his chair. “My gratitude is inexpressible. So … where to begin. I’ve heard your race originated in the Feywild, have you lived there?”

 "I visited once when i was 3, but not after that."

 “Sounds nice, do you remember much of it?”

 She can see what appears to be a black octopus crawl out of Krathian’s pack on the seat next to him, pulling a quill and notebook with him.

 "It was very beautiful. But also scary at times."

“Reminds me of the Far Realm.” Says Q’ilbrith, whom Krathian ignores.

”I might have to visit it myself one of these days, however I imagine the danger would have been hard pressed to get to you. From what I’ve heard Harengon are rather lucky, some would say unnaturally so. Is this true? And if so, how have you felt it’s effects?”

 "I haven't been caught by anything that wants to hurt me, so i guess thats luck."

 "Luck indeed. What kind of things would want to hurt you, specifically?"

 "Cops, a couple different religions that believe fey and whatever a harengon is considered to be are evil monsters that want to steal children. What would i use a child for?"

 "I don't know. Sentients can have some pretty nutty superstitions. You said that cops would want to hurt you, are your race typically thieves or did you just run into racist police officers?"

 "That statment is a bit racist. We aren't typically thieves, we're typically considered thieves, big difference. But yes, got arrested a lot as a kid, most of the time i didn't even steal things"

 "I meant no offense, I was simply trying to understand whether the stereotype was based in fact. For example, some people assume half-elves are shifty. The majority of us happen to have those tendencies." He winks, "That's unfortunate that you got arrested at so young an age though. That can do some pretty intense stuff to a mind," he kind of zones out for a moment after this statement, lost in thought. He snaps back a moment later, "Forgive me if this question sounds a bit strange, but it should help me understand your culture somewhat. If you had to live in close contact with a single sentient race, what race would that be?"

 "Besides other harengon, i think i'd choose tabaxi."

 "Interesting, I would have expected Halflings." He has Q'ilbrith write that down before thinking for a moment. "Do you know of any relatively nearby Harengon communities?"

 "Nope, i have no clue if there are any around."

 "Hrm. I guess that rules out the idea of living in one for a bit." "Q'ilbrith, wrap it up." He stands and offers his hand, "I appreciate your taking the time to answer my questions."

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Lore has stooped following Theren and had went back inside. her army of dogs followed her.

Allison was talking to Krathian and Q'ilbrith.

*Anson is on pause*

 Hunter pats everyone's head as they pass by

 Hunter has now petted 10 some dogs

 "Good doggo's and tiefling"

 Lore finger-guns him happily before flopping on the couch with twenty some book's on the table in front of her

 *Hunter: Is that a threat?*

Hunter sits on the couch aswell, continueing to pet the dogs

 *Lore: i swear its not, dont kill meh*

All of the ten dogs now pile upon him

 Hunter is very quickly buried under them, except for their hands poking out to pet dogs

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Krathian is muttering to himself incomprehensibly

Perdo and Ruby are talking

 Fin is eating a banana for dinner

 Poppy walks over, having finished their workout, "Uh, hey pal.... are you ok?"

 “…yes..? Why do you ask?”

 "Normaly people don't mutter to themsleves in random areas."

*Oh for some reason I thought they were talking to Fin. lol *

”Ah yes that, I was meditating. I do that when I meditate. So yes, I am completely fine,” he gives her a winning but tired smile. “Thank you for your concern.”

 *Good job lol*

"Hmmm, ok. If you say so."

 *Ye I was all like ‘What does Poppy have against bananas?’*

”I do.” He looks her over for a second before asking “You are a Harengon, are you not?”

 *Haha, the power of miscommunication!*

"Yeah, i am."

 He leans forward in his chair, somewhat excited. “Fascinating, I don’t believe I’ve met one of your kind before. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I’m a bit of a scholar.”

 "Well, i guess that would be ok," Poppy nods

 He grins, folds his hands, and kind of mini bows in his chair. “My gratitude is inexpressible. So … where to begin. I’ve heard your race originated in the Feywild, have you lived there?”

 "I visited once when i was 3, but not after that."

 “Sounds nice, do you remember much of it?”

 She can see what appears to be a black octopus crawl out of Krathian’s pack on the seat next to him, pulling a quill and notebook with him.

 "It was very beautiful. But also scary at times."

“Reminds me of the Far Realm.” Says Q’ilbrith, whom Krathian ignores.

”I might have to visit it myself one of these days, however I imagine the danger would have been hard pressed to get to you. From what I’ve heard Harengon are rather lucky, some would say unnaturally so. Is this true? And if so, how have you felt it’s effects?”

 "I haven't been caught by anything that wants to hurt me, so i guess thats luck."

 "Luck indeed. What kind of things would want to hurt you, specifically?"

 "Cops, a couple different religions that believe fey and whatever a harengon is considered to be are evil monsters that want to steal children. What would i use a child for?"

 "I don't know. Sentients can have some pretty nutty superstitions. You said that cops would want to hurt you, are your race typically thieves or did you just run into racist police officers?"

 "That statment is a bit racist. We aren't typically thieves, we're typically considered thieves, big difference. But yes, got arrested a lot as a kid, most of the time i didn't even steal things"

 "I meant no offense, I was simply trying to understand whether the stereotype was based in fact. For example, some people assume half-elves are shifty. The majority of us happen to have those tendencies." He winks, "That's unfortunate that you got arrested at so young an age though. That can do some pretty intense stuff to a mind," he kind of zones out for a moment after this statement, lost in thought. He snaps back a moment later, "Forgive me if this question sounds a bit strange, but it should help me understand your culture somewhat. If you had to live in close contact with a single sentient race, what race would that be?"

 "Besides other harengon, i think i'd choose tabaxi."

 "Interesting, I would have expected Halflings." He has Q'ilbrith write that down before thinking for a moment. "Do you know of any relatively nearby Harengon communities?"

 "Nope, i have no clue if there are any around."

 "Hrm. I guess that rules out the idea of living in one for a bit." "Q'ilbrith, wrap it up." He stands and offers his hand, "I appreciate your taking the time to answer my questions."