Grinning slyly, Sal calls over a waitress and with her help setups a table and chairs. "Ok folks grab a seat, order some food or drink, on the house of course, and when I get this settled I will be back to discuss this opportunity!" Sal then runs off to speak with the guards who have shown up, as well as help handle the angry guests.
The waitress stands hear, and waits to see if any of you will order.
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Marcellus orders himself a Caydenbrew and goes off to mingle with the bouncers, magnanimously complimenting their swift response to the thugs and playing down his own part in stopping them. He helps them to deal with the thugs who had been knocked out, although he will try and stop any of them finishing them off.
Not one to turn down a free meal in her current state even though the adreneline of battle is just now fading, Trista orders up a veritable feast for herself and Toz. When it arrives, she falls to hungrily, pausing only briefly to offer thanks to Shelyn for her aid in the battle. As she eats, she reflects on the fight, taking what lessons she can from it.
Eat up, Tozur - this is much better than the stolen table scraps I shared with you so long ago, eh?
Tozur sticks to Trista as best he can, keeping the hood carefully folded over his head - even though he has met Saul before - though he settles by the table on a heightened chair to fit his small stature. Tozur nods at Trista as the food is served.
"Yes," he says, feasting on some of the roasted boar that has been served, "This is fantastic!"
Khun-duhn follows Trista's example and orders multiple servings of food and a mug of the establishment's finest ale. "Never turn down free food an' drink," he silently reminds himself.
"Especially when you've put your life on the line for the one providing it," a silent voice in his mind adds.
The cloaked and hooded dwarf joins Trista and Tozur at their table and tucks into his food. "Ye're a fair hand with that glaive there, lass," Khun-duhn compliments Trista. "I 'preciate ye takin' out that wizard 'fore he could harm Dzae."
Dzae watches the others orders everything the others ordered for himself and then adds, I'll take four fried chickens and an ale When it arrives, he devours it all. When he hears Kuhn-duhn thank Trista, he says Thank you, Lady and continues eating.
Trista blushes ever so slightly.
It was nothing. Marcellus's work was much more impressive. Although I must say, Khun-Dhun, your...ferocity...was astounding. Might we not have been able to simply...I don't know, knock him out?
Khun-duhn swallows the large mouthful of roasted boar he was chewing before answering Trista's question.
"Sorry, lass. But where I come from it's gen'rally best t' deal with enemies quick an' decisive-like."
"Guess I'm still not used t' how things're done here topside," the hooded dwarf mutters under his breath.
No, No - fair enough. Every culture and way of life is beautiful in it's own right, and I respect yours. I apologize if I have offended.
Trista stands, and makes a full curtsy in Khun-Dhun's direction, after which she sits.
I wonder what Saul will be offering? Does anyone have any ideas?
"No offense taken, lass," Khun-duhn responds to Trista with a slight bow of his head.
"Hopefully Vankaskerin'll offer us jobs. Else I'm gonna have t' find a smithy t' work for soon."
Tozur tunes in to the conversation as he nibbles quietly on some chicken, before he wipes the grease off of his fingers with a napkin. "Hopefully something that benefits the world," he murmurs quietly.
Dzae eats absolutely as much as his body will allow while watching both his new companions and the other activity around the hall. When full he sighs loudly and contentedly. Seeing Marcellus had not yet joined them, Dzae stands, grins widely and gesturing toward Marcellus with half a chicken, calls out, Hey Big Guy! You gonna join us or what? There's still a little left!
He sits again just in time to hear Tozur. He says to Tozur in a friendly manner, Doing good is worthwhile, I suppose, but I always figured the world could mostly take care of itself. He pauses, pondering again the idea of a good goblin. Then he wonders out loud, Would it be a bad thing if it mostly benefitted us?