Arr!  Welcome to the Shark's Fang tavern, mateys, and the floating city of High and Dry!  Looks like it be just you eight (OOC: Now there's something you can't easily do with a normal-sized party), so why don't ye take some time to get to know each other? 

Polly is currently clearing feathers and debris from his flute, "'Sky's clear' you all said. 'No flocks flying this time of year' you all said.'" Polly ruffles his feathers, "Next time, I'm sending one of you to scout out the area! Squawk!"

"Haha!" Grifhook roared as he smacked Polly on the back. "I told the boys you'd do it but don't fret too much, it must have been some fun!" he said as hopped next to Polly and called out for a barmaid, "Two mugs of ale! One for me, the other for my fine feathered friend. And keep them comin'!"

An end of the flute jabs into Griffhook’s temple, “Good idea! That’s a start!” The siren chuckles and accepts the ale. “An old fashioned bar party might just mend my broken heart! Oh, those are good lyrics!”

"Oye! Watch where ye be pointing that thing. Or else I might be having to bring out my cannon and point it where the sun don't shine!" Grifhook said with a mischevious grin on his face.

Xyran stands on the chair he was sitting on placing one foot where backrest is, "Wha 'bout me? I'd like some ale." 

Polly pats Griffhook on the head and pushes some alcohol towards Xyran. “You’re paying for it though.”

Xyran grabs the ale, "Fine, fine." He applies pressure to the back of the chair so it leans back on two legs and takes a drink while balancing on the chair. "Woo!" he smiles happily.

Grifhook looks over at Xyran, "Here I am being manhandled by Polly and all you can think about is drinking?" then his eyes quickly dart back to Polly "A little lower..." with a grin on his face.

Scratching a bit behind the ears, Polly continues, “So, what were you chuckleheads doing while I was up there? Wait, isn’t there usually three of you? Where’s the other one?”

Xyran notices Grifhook's eyes, makes a shrill laugh "Manhandlin'. Right." Xyran gets down from his chair balancing act, looks at Polly and asks "How 'bout ye play some music? I'll juggle some daggers start this party! " he smiles

"Other one? Probably blown himself up. He still hasn't realized the majesty that is the Thunder Cannon and its precision. And juggling? Don't you get enough knife play on the open sea? Then again if you mess up, now that'll be a show! Go on, Polly! Let's see em' test his luck!" Grifhook then turns around in glee at the possibility of such carnage.

Driss winked at the barmaid. "So many years in taverns, I had to pickup some skills." 

He walked back to the table. Five mugs in his hands, rather proud of himself. Setting them down he looked at the others. "Who are we missing?"

A second siren is sitting quietly in the corner of the table, a shield placed on her side. She is tall, her pale white skin is contrasting with her black armor. She is playing with her amulet, a token representing her deity Istishia.
"I will gladly share drink with you mates." 

Cannons, a relatively small goblin with a shirt that seems to have come from a vampire (which is a little more than a few sizes larger than him) is swinging on anything hanging from the ceiling, then jumps right on to the table everyone else is at, saying to Grifhook, "You goblin too! You like to do blow-ups too?". Before he has time to answer, Cannons turns around, attention caught by seemingly nothing in particular. He proceeds to sit down on the middle of the table, ignorant to the group of strangely colored people sitting around him.

"Ok" Driss gives a slow whistle. "That promises to be something. I would have hated to miss that."

Driss then settles back, anticipating what is the beginning of an epic night.

A tall man walks into the tavern from outside wearing a well worn but good quality black leather coat with silver accoutrements  and a rapier hung comfortable at his hip. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a red handkerchief he scans the room. Seeing who he was looking for he heads toward the table with the others. "Well take a look at you lot. Mind if I join you scallywags for a drink?"  Tieing his shock of white hair back into a ponytail, the man waves at the tavern girl for another round for the table. 

A large, brownish-red orc enters the bar, carrying a large bag over his shoulder, with obvious signs that he has been in some sort of scuffle. Behind the his feather adorned necklace of a Ceratops horn, fresh claw marks have raised a few lines of blood on his chest - as well as on his arms and cheek. His evergreen colored eyes scan the patrons looking for his troupe of associates. Not hard to find as the group has all ready found their way through a few mugs of ale. He saunters over to the table and tosses the bag to the floor with a wet slap."Oy! I fink I've got us sum dinna, boys," exclaiming behind a toothy grin. He singles to a serving girl, "Whiskey. Jus bring da bottle." He takes a seat with the rowdy bunch, the chair straining beneath his weight. His drink arrives, he uncorks it with his teeth and takes a heavy swig finishing about a quarter of the bottle. 

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Xyran notices Grifhook's eyes, makes a shrill laugh "Manhandlin'. Right." Xyran gets down from his chair balancing act, looks at Polly and asks "How 'bout ye play some music? I'll juggle some daggers start this party! " he smiles

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Xyran notices Grifhook's eyes, makes a shrill laugh "Manhandlin'. Right." Xyran gets down from his chair balancing act, looks at Polly and asks "How 'bout ye play some music? I'll juggle some daggers start this party! " he smiles

“Well, let’s see if we can get started! Something classic” Polly hoists his flute, hoping it’s clear and tries playing, Performance: 24

”What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning“