Located on the way out of the city you spot a busy tavern. With many people coming and going it seems as good a place as any to stop for the eve and get a meal or a stout drink. A solid and squat structur like many in Restov, the lower half is made of fitted stone while the upper portion is made of sturdy but weathered wood. The slate tiles used to keep out the elements on the roof have seen better days but you suspect that the light rain coming down must not be making it inside with the contented looks on the people coming out.
As you enter you see that the inside is in much better shape. Unlike most taverns it is well lit with not one but two fireplaces on opposite walls and oil lamps burning to fight off the gloom of night and weather. You see all manner of folk here and there is even an Elven bard on a small stage strumming a harp and she sings her heart out. The tavernkeep is as stout as his tavern, a short bald hobgoblin. He's clearly a retired fighter of some sort and directs his staff as a general would troops. For all that the staff themselves seem happy as well and cheerfully move from table to table serving the patrons with a smile. The tavern is about half full at the moment so there is plenty of room at the bar and a number of unoccupied tables. The smell of fish, bread and stew wafts enticingly out of the kitchen.
He entered the tavern and paused at the door glancing about the place. It seemed as good as any at the moment, especially with the light rain coming down. He reached up and pulled back the hood from his cloak, His fine elven features now displayed for all to see as he made his way to the bar. In the better light of the place, one could see the intricate tattoos of some thorned vine that ran up along either side of his neck disappearing behind his ear only to reappear near the top of his forehead in a little halo of a crown. His long reddish hair hung loosely back.
"An ale and perhaps a bit to eat, stew with bread if you have it please." He requested from the Tavern keeper his hand slowly going down to his money pouch. While he waited for a reply he glanced about the room seeking both a seat in which to keep a generous view of the tavern and perhaps a generous view of the elven singer on the stage.
The small, armored, and heavily armored Goblin named Ravboom enters the pub, pushing the large heavy door aside with ease. Anyone who doesn't notice him as they are walking are soon shoved out of the way with a half-hearted "Sorry, watch where I go."
Walking over to the bar, the small goblin grabs hold of the bar and uses his upper body strength to pull himself up and onto a stool. Reaching into a beltpouch, he pulls out a silver piece and slams it on the bar.
"COOK THE BABY!"
The goblin then bops his helmet on the bar. "Sorry, forget use big speech. Ravboom want meal with meat and ale, please." He smiles, but with his lips sealed to hide his teeth.
Nodding to the elf he waves at one of the tables near the stage. " Alerica! Got a table for you, get this gentleman a mug and a bowl of stew, don't bother with the rye bread for him, he's an elf prolly prefers the seedbread we keep in stock for'em! Enjoy your ease over at that table she'll bring your food and drink over immediately, if you need anything else just let her know!" Despite his appearance he seems quite friendly.
Looking down at the little goblin the tavernkeep smiles.
"And you shall have it, keep the peace in here. I'd hate to have to throw you out" He then supplies him with a large mug and a bowl of stew.
Arilyth winds down her song from the stage, a light applause from the crowd pleasing her somewhat. The free meal she's getting for the shows, however, is much better however. As she lowers herself from the stage, she glances around, spotting the odd swordsmen, a few mages and, unless her senses had left her, a goblin at bar.
Shaking her head, she retires to a small table to rest her voice for a few minutes before she must return to the stage. A large and loud bear of a man steps up to it spouting off about the need for men to go to the Worldwound, but few, if any, were listening.
That'd be an adventure, but also a death trip. I think I'll stick around and keep the ears open for any other jobs like that rumored expedition South...
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Sirsi enters the tavern just as the song is finishing, seems they already have a singer tonight. It'd be bad form to try and take over, 'specially as the elf seemed to have some talent.
She raises an eyebrow at the goblins, but they aren't causing trouble, so she doesn't worry about it.
"Somethin' strong to drink an' that stew smells like the work o' the gods", Sirsi smiles.
She glances around the tavern, noting the singer has stepped down to eat, her eyes keep getting drawn back the goblin.
"So, what's a goblin like you doing in a place like this?"
Finding a dry place to tie his horse, Rodric pats the beast on his hindquarters. "I'll be back soon lad, just need a bit to eat, I'll see if they have something for ya while I'm in there."
Not currently wearing his armor, the tall cavalier stomps the mud from his leather boots before entering into the building. He gives one last glance at the horse, and opens the door to the warm and inviting tavern.
"Stew smells good... thinks the man to himself. In just a few steps, the man is right up to the bar. He quickly grabs a stool.
"Dark ale and a bowl of that stew would do me right well sir. Seems especially busy tonight huh?"
The hobbit enters the tavern with a look of one with the weight of the world on his small shoulders. He has a small longbow slung over his shoulders, a small Aldori dueling sword buckled on his waist, and is wearing well worn scale mail adorned with the flowers of Sarenrae in a decorative pattern on the breastplate and vambraces.
He takes off his mailed gauntlets and carefully folds them in his belt and removes a small helmet. He looks around at the current occupants and infectious smile leaks through the weariness and the coat of grime on his face.
"Not your normal tavern crowd here is it? Well I need to order dinner and the lunch I missed on the road." The hobbits words have strange, unnatural accent. Anyone having dealt with the fae would recognize their mannerisms in his speech as he truly orders a lunch and a dinner from the kitchen.
Moving over to the bowlegged man, the accomplished hobbit dogrider could recognize a horseman from a mile away and addresses Rodric.
"Well met sir! You supping alone or could you use some company?"
He smiles at the two elven lasses. "Two bards here. What an omen of good favor." As the hobbit begins to speak, you realize the small one with the baby face has been around a while as he begins to speak in a high tenor voice that grows louder as he continues.
"In the days of Majestic Taldor, when heroes went on an epic quest, they sometimes called it a two bard quest. The idea was they would accomplish such great deeds, that one bard was not enough to record them."
He raises his mug and speaks for those gathered: "To epic two bard quests, deeds of great daring, and those that perform them."
Looking around he seems to be searching the crowd as he adds: "Could there be a third bard here?" You notice the hobbits gaze meets your eyes carefully assessing you before moving on to the others in the tavern. Maybe the search for the third bard is a clever excuse to scan the crowd, for you notice he is holding a wooden holy symbol of the Dawnflower as he scans the room.
The sounds from below informed her the doors to the In. where open again.
She had had a nice bath, said her blessings got dressed, shifting her cloths to a long green dress. Her feet where bare as aways, she hatted have foot ware on. She had fixed her hair in place and now she was looking at her self in the mirror.
She had been staying at the inn for a few days, reading and researching the local area and city. But it was dull work, what she liked was the evenings when all manner of types came to the inn to talk and drink. Meeting them was fascinating and fun. She hopped tonight would be the same.
Getting up she thought to herself.
Well best go down there and see who's in today"
She closed and locked her room door behind her then headed down the Inn stares,
Looking down at the little goblin the tavernkeep smiles.
"And you shall have it, keep the peace in here. I'd hate to have to throw you out" He then supplies him with a large mug and a bowl of stew.
The goblin's eyes narrow at the innkeeper.
She glances around the tavern, noting the singer has stepped down to eat, her eyes keep getting drawn back the goblin.
"So, what's a goblin like you doing in a place like this?"
Ravboom blinks two big red eyes, and turns to face the half-elf female, two giant ears twitching on the side of his head.
Then the goblin continues, in more nuanced common. "Ravboom Lord ask Ravboom travel to Wilderness. Ask Ravboom destroy bandits. Ask Ravboom destroy monsters. Ask Ravboom make Forest new Kingdom. Ravboom go forest, kill bandits, kill monsters, make forest be Kingdom or Forest Regret not being Kingdom."
Raising an eyebrow the barkeep drops a well muscled fist onto the bar infront of the excitable little one and responds in goblin.
Goblin
But grins again and says in common, "Naturally I wouldn't want a tussle, just a friendly reminded that we are still in the city limits and rowdiness should be kept to a minimum"
Ravboom turns back to the bartender.
He then looks thoughtful for a second, mouthing things, before continuing. "Ravboom think Ravboom tougher than you think, barman. Ravboom kill orcs for Lord, Ravboom kill zombies for Lord." He lowers his voice, going gravelly and, like a bear defending it's young. "Ravboom... even... take... baths." He finishes, showing how brave and dangerous he is.
The bartender roars with a friendly laughter. " Well then, anyone who kills orcs is alright in my books!" and Slaps down a second mug in front of Ravboom free of charge.
Ravboom grins, showing off a mouth full of teeth. He chugs the remains of the first mug, and then drinks a swig of the second one.
"Good ale! Good Orcs!" He grins, then nods at the half elf.
"I think she wanted some ale and food too though."
Pavel walked in without making much of a fuss, not like he made a fuss much of anywhere. The tavern was noisy and lively and so he immediately felt uncomfortable. Oh that he were in the library with books a plenty that were quite polite and stayed upon their shelves until they were reached for instead of loud, immediate and pungent. But adventure called and he was here to answer.
He strode across the room with purpose and sat down at the bar, the studs on his leather armor shining in the candlelight. He carried two Aldori Swords, one on his back and one on his hip. His brownish hair and blackish eyes helped him wash into the crowd without much notice with his unhandsome but not quite ugly face. Most everything about him was unremarkable in some way. He pulled a card from his vest pocket and laid it upon the bar with a flourish. The card itself had some writing on it...
Fish and mead,
If you please.
He slid the card toward the bartender and turned to his left, placing an elbow on the bar and keeping an eye out toward the room. Perhaps there would be someone here with whom he could join up. There was much good to be done, it was just a matter of where.
She claps lightly as the Elf bard finishes her set.
Then carry's on down a her feet resting for a moment on every step.
An aura of good seems to spread out form her, she is very well dressed in fine clothing.
Amber has a slight smile of her face as her Gold eyes look around the room, she walks over to a table and takes a seat next to Arilyth.
In a soft and well educated noble voice she says.
"That was a wonderful rendition, thank you for that"
She places a gold coin on Arilyth table.
"Allow me to show my oppression by getting you a drink or meal"
she says this in common so others can here and hopefully copy her actios.
Cerian watched quietly as the tavern room slowly fill enjoying his stew. His eyes kept naturally being drawn to the noisy goblin at the bar a half smirk on his face. Even the pretty maids of the fairer folk were not attracting his eye half so much. He remembered his father once telling him that that 'adventurers and heros were made of things most would find bizarre.' That certainly seemed the case of the little goblin. He certainly wished the little fellow luck in going against the currents of his people and becoming something more.
The pretty blonde elf praising the bards performance caught his eye for a moment, the bard too was of his folk and equally as pretty. She had the right of it, a few gold coins added to the bards purse from his wouldnt destroy his funding. He had found enough 'work' so far in this city that he certainly had extra. He finished the bowl of stew and rose adding a couple of peices of gold to the coin of the blonde one and silently nodding his appreciation before handing the empty bowl to a passing server and whispering his readyness to buy those two elven maids their next drink all the while ordering another ale for himself. Once more he returned to his seat and relaxed. The night was young enough yet for something really interesting to happen
Looks on as the tattooed elf ranger, places coin next to hers and offers to buy her and the bard a drink.
"A glass of sweet wine would be nice, and a jug of water, I don't like it to strong. As for a meal, why not let me treat you two, it would be my pleasure."
She waves one of the servers over, as she dos a finly worked silver holy symbol to elf god Ketephys can be seen under her fine dress sliping between her breasts.
"pleased to meet you both my common name is Amber Shorelight"
"My Elven name is The lady Clineena Aythrowon Spheena, of the family Spheena the house breeders. Nice to meet you both."
Sirsi's eyes twinkle with amusement, "perhaps I should accompany you, sir Ravboom. I could sing of your bravery and purity of heart."
Ravboom turns back to the half-elf, and his eyes go narrow and slitted, like a villains.
The goblin's ears twitch. "No sing, elf voice hurt ears..." He complains forelornely, reaching up to tug on one earring'd ear. "Like doggy training whistle... elfies not hear own voice..."
The half elf's eyes flitted over the crowd as his card gets ignored. Perhaps the bartender didn't read. That could be a problem. He closed his eyes and thought of a solution that didn't involve him opening his mouth and speaking. A bead of sweat popped onto his forehead as even the thought of initiating conversation made him feel hot. He reached over and turned the card over, and there was then a picture of a fish and a frothy drink with a bee over it. Perhaps that would do.
He turned away from his nemesis and scanned the room. Two elven bards, a tattooed elf, and an elf with golden eyes. In his entire life he'd never seen so many. He was several leagues closer to Kyonin than where he grew up so the opportunity was definitely there. Their noble stature and easy going nature along with their musical voices must make it so easy for people to be with them. It's no wonder his mother was taken captive of their charms. But Pavel was unnoticed so far, and it suited him fine. The one thing he was terribly curious about was how the golden-eyed elf could be of a family that bred houses. Perhaps it was a local expression for carpentry? Elves were sure mysterious.
Elsewhere in the bar was the noisy goblin. He was definitely entertaining to the crowd as well, as the rest of the people there didn't seem to fear him. There was either slight annoyance or amusement, so it seemed he didn't really pose a danger and might be known in these parts. There was also a halfling who ate quickly and spoke even more quickly. He didn't exactly know why but just having that small man nearby was enough to give him a small measure of comfort to his anxiety.
There were also a couple of human swordsmen holding themselves with the stature of training, and he wondered where they might have received their instruction. He might have topic of conversation with them, or perhaps they could cross blades for some sparring. It would certainly beat talking to them. He hazarded a smile as he caught their eye and gave a nod of respect.
He found himself sitting near both the pretty elven maids now, how could he not the blonde one offered to buy him food. When she mentioned a house he smiled, not of recognition of the name, his parents had long ago left societal circle of the elves. Most of his life had been spent traveling. But She felt it was important to give her name, and when a person felt it was important it meant they were used to being...fawned over a bit, and coin, it usually meant coin to.
He replied in Elven, as musical as it sounded it held a slighlty rougher dialect to it, though it was succinct and clear enough to understand. My name Is Cerian." He said simply enough pausing glancing about the room. He wasnt actively on the hunt for anyone at the moment, but he had made a habit of perusing wanted posters as he traveled. Their was a fellow at the bar, a half elf by the looks of him, who glanced their way a few times... He almost frowned then realized he was sitting by two beautiful elven females and it relaxed him.
His eyes wandered again about the room alighting on the little halfling fellow mentioning bards and heroes... and clutching his holy symbol. He certainly seemed to be eyeing the crowd pretty intently. Cerian guessed he was probably a paladin, or wanted to be one, it was hard to tell. He had run across a paladin once before, the human had issues with the way in which he hunted criminals. It was not an issue here of course, still he made a mental note of the little fellows position. Paladins seemed to attract trouble.
"And you, friend with the more than fair voice." He began proffering a smile to the elven bard. "Might i inquire your name so i may spread word of your skill?" He asked offering a wink and a grin. It was over the top but the few bards he had met usually enjoyed that sort of thing.
A tall and imposing figure of a man steps in out of the weather, and into the tavern proper. Covered with a few choice furs and a warm coat, the man's musculature was hardly hidden. Bold eyes, the kind you'd find on a man with ambition, gazed out at the room with a sense of longing. Ritualized marking was across the left side of his face, making it all the more intimidating to those who were not of his 'type' as it were.
With a few good, long steps, he makes his way towards a mostly empty table, and sets his choice weapon against the wall, along with a pack of his belongings. He seated himself with every intention to relax after a long and arduous caravan trip, and leaned back until service arrived - at which he'd request water and bread, and allow himself time to rest his eyes.
Weary I am, but my travels never end. There is opportunity in the air - a chance to reclaim what is mine is closer with every day I live. He looks over the room for a moment more, smiles - though it appears wicked - and closes his eyes again. Soon, Ingvar, soon. I will have my revenge.
Finally noting the card, a puzzled look crosses the hobgoblins face. He peers at the half elf somewhat suspiciously but finally shrugged. Filling a stein with mead he hollers to the kitchen, "Need a plate of flopper for this gent, double time!" Shortly a plate appears heaped with smoked river trout, bread, and steamed carrots appears for him, with a small bowl of thick buttersauce on the side.
Noting that buisiness is picking the hobgoblin smiles. He marches over to Arilyth and puts down another full plate for her. "You drew quite a crowd here tonight, more'n your agreed share I reckon. I think you can take her easy the rest of the night!" And then much more loudly to the rest of the room, " Well this little lady has proved her mettle, any of you songsters think you can top her! For the next hour anyone who fancies themselves a fair hand at entertainment can hop on the stage, whoever impresses the crowd most drinks for free tonight!"
She smiles at Cerian and says.
"Χάρηκα για τη γνωριμία Cerian, ελπίζω ότι την ημέρα που βρέθηκαν σας καλά. Αν δεν σας δική μου ζητώντας μου, φαίνεται να ψάχνει για περίπου ένα. Έχω εδώ λίγες μέρες, αν περιγράφατε που ψάχνετε για μπορεί να έχουν δει τους αν δεν μπορείτε να βρείτε τους εδώ τώρα"
"Nice to meet you Cerian, I hope the day found you well. If you don't mine me asking, you seem to be looking for some one. I've been here a few days, if you describe who you looking for I may have seen them if you can not find them here now"
She also now looks around the room.
Adding
"This is a most interesting, do you know two nights ago the most brutal fight broke out, some dwarfs beer was spilled and well. I spent most of the night healing, but it was interesting."
She thought to herself
This could be another night like that, what with the weather, we shall see. With a goblin drinking, great woods then they got drunk who knew what could happen."
As the well dressed young swordsman calls out his toast she joins in bu raising her glass. Every night this was done, more than once, it seemed a kind of local tradition. She just wished there was more to do than look at the rain and make jokes. She was getting restless she could feel it. Something had to be happening here, bards every night told the local news. Family's are war, lands cleared and taken, new trade roots, it all seem to be going on. Just not where she was.
Then the Inn Keep put out the call form others to come and entertain.
Now She thought Lets see what they have to say tonight.
As the young dandy makes a toast, Ravboom looks up, shrugs, and bangs his mug on the bar as everyone else seems to be doing something similar.
The the goblin looks down at his bowl, and a very very sad look passes over his face.
His head tilts, and then he shrugs. He pushes the bowl away and grins. "All gone. Was good. Strip of Jerky?" He asks the barkeeper when he comes back by, wanting something to sharpen his teeth on.
[/quote= Arven Freeson] " Well this little lady has proved her mettle, any of you songsters think you can top her! For the next hour anyone who fancies themselves a fair hand at entertainment can hop on the stage, whoever impresses the crowd most drinks for free tonight!"
That made the wild elf's ears perk up just a bit. Every tavern he had been too that head something similar come up the results had been... amusing to say the least. The pretty blonde was speaking to him directly though it would be rude to ignore her comment.
"Nice to meet you Cerian, I hope the day found you well. If you don't mine me asking, you seem to be looking for some one. I've been here a few days, if you describe who you looking for I may have seen them if you can not find them here now"
He startled and scanned the crowd for a moment then took a long look at how long the stage was. It wasn't the biggest but It should suffice.
"I am by trade a finder of lost things... sometimes that includes people who want to stay hidden, like criminals. I am not actively hunting anyone per say at the moment, it just always pays to be aware. So close to the Borders of the River Kingdoms, I might just catch a theif or two before they make their way to free lands. He said with a wink. Some maids like those in dangerous lines of work. He didn't have to mention the only criminals he had processed so far was a alchemists son whom stole from his father's coffer an ran off with a working girl, A drunken horse thief, whom tried to make a getaway on a stubborn mule, and a runaway farm hand...But he was still new to this area. "For your entertainment." He said rising from the seat and nodding to both maids then the crowd. He began to head torwards the stage and on the way there began to tumble forward and flip up onto it.
Once upon the stage her drew out three daggers and began to attempt to juggle them. and he finished with a flourish deftly catching each dagger and resheathing the first along his belt, before he bent forward in a bow and replaced the other two in the tops of his boots. He hopped down from the stage with a broad smile, that had went far better than he had thought it would...
All around her, the strangeness of the evening continues to plummet to depths she had never thought to encounter in such a place. And they called this civilization? She finds herself perturbed. Her father's wisdom had always been ineffable in the past, but she now finds substantial reason to question his counsel in this matter. Perhaps his own failing health had clouded his judgement. She can hardly fathom her salvation and well-being hinging on any involvement with such a disparate assembly of persons and creatures. Should she have remained on the other side of the mountains, taking her chances with the centaur? Certainly they would have grown emboldened upon learning of Dalibor's passing, but she would have yet remained free from the watchful eyes of any whose loyalties lay firmly in her crazed aunt's care.
Sitting at a table central to the room, appearing very much alone despite the great tide of patrons that surround and crowd her, the woman's heritage belies origins unmistakably of northern ties. Light blond braids spill out from the confines of a patchwork fur cowl while the light from both roaring hearths is reflected in vibrant, blue eyes; eyes that continue to survey the room with an unmistakable tinge of anxiety. The raven that remains permanently affixed to her left shoulder seems to serve to unnerve those around her enough to grant her some measure of personal space. She spends much of the night bowing her head in the direction of the black bird—a gesture that the bird itself imitates. Those daring to venture closer manage to glean that she appears to be sharing in a whispered conversation with the raven.
Bohumil, much to Zlatomíra's chagrin, was doing little to dispel her own paranoia and doubts. "And this, then, is to be your security? Minstrels, goblins, and half-folk; a force of reckoning, to be sure."
"And what alternatives have I?" Zlatomíra scoffs quietly and clicks her tongue in barely subdued frustration. "To remain without is to risk no less ruin. You know this. Your pedantic musings do little to improve our affairs, Bohumil."
Face deepening into a scowl, the young woman begins staring vacantly into the mostly untouched mug of mead that rests on the table before her. She has attempted to integrate as best she can, ordering much as other patrons have, though the horrible concoction contained within the mug has only so far managed to turn her stomach and sour her tongue. The stew was satisfactory, at least, though she finds it strange that both hobgoblin and goblin are allowed to operate so freely here. Perhaps these human kingdoms were not near so judgmental as her father had claimed.
Sirsi's ears perk up, free drinks? Who could resist that?
"sorry goblin, see you later."
Sirsi's takes the stage and deciding to push the level of class a little lower launches into a tawdry bawdry song about a human warrior and an elf maid.
Ravboom looks up as the half-elf leaves. He's used to that actually, but then he blinks and wiggles his ears as he realizes why she left. Free? Always go for free.
When she ends her bawdy song, the goblin hops down off his stool and strides up to the stage, climbing up on it. He stares at the audience until they quiet down, and draws his great sword off his back.
Then he begins to speak as he walks back and forth on stage, this time without resorting to Goblin first.
"What’s he that wishes so? My cousin Worganland? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark’d to die, we are enow. To do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honour." The goblin points to the largest fighter looking guy in the audience. "God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive!"
The goblin continues on, reciting with great enthusiasm the famous speech of King Hevri Taith. It takes nearly 5 minutes to make it through the entire speech, as he pauses for effect and glares at various people in the audience. Finally, it winds down.
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in Golarion now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Sanescripin’s day!"
The entertainment continues!
Samduc is impressed with the performances, culminating in that of the goblin. He holds up his cup in salute to the goblin as he has finished the lunch he missed and is starting to eat his dinner.
He comments offhandedly to the human horseman: "There sure is a variety here. An amazing display of civility and tolerance."
Sirsi's claps the goblin enthusiastically, "if you don't get free drinks for that show, then I'll at least buy you a few.
She heads over to the table with the three elves, "is this table for elves only, or can a lowly half - breed join you? ,Sirsi flashes a smile.
Ravboom grins widely, and goes back to the bar, sitting on the stool again, looking to see if the bartender found him some really hard chewy jerky to work his teeth on.
Sirsi's claps the goblin enthusiastically, "if you don't get free drinks for that show, then I'll at least buy you a few.
She heads over to the table with the three elves, "is this table for elves only, or can a lowly half - breed join you? ,Sirsi flashes a smile.
Amber had clapped politely after each performance. She had no need of free drinks, being a light drinking and not having the inclination to perform. The evening was coming full and tonight was turning out to be a good one for the Inn keep.
At the dagger juggling she was impressed. Not so at the rude song about the Elf maid, but that was down not to the skill of the performer bit to the content of the song. The goblin was a joy, his flawless rendition of such a well known speech.
Then the singer of the funny song had come over.
"O course you are free to join us, we just happen to be sat close to each other, it's most defiantly not an exslustive Elf table."
She's smales at Sirsi getting up and I declaring to her an empty seat. Then leans in close to her and whispers
" I know that for a fact being a kind of lowly half breed myself."
She smiles ruefully and blinks her gold eyes to make the point., then leaning back she says.
"Why not ask you Goblin freand here as well, I would love to buy him a drink for such a show, very well done indeed."
Still standing she indicates with a hand movement he should come over and get a drink.
She also asks one of the serving staff to come to her as well.
"I fact let me buy you a drink as well, and introduce my self I'm Amber Shorelight, a healer and a huntress not always in the order, may I ask your name and drink you would like?"
She waits with a smile for a name to be offered.
"It's a pleasure, Amber. But I am afraid I don't drink anything but the finest of wines. Now, the soup here is quite good, however. Also, I don't deal well with oppression, though I think I know what you meant, though even I find Taldan difficult at times."
"And Cerian, my name Arilyth Sehwyn Lebeda."
It's been a while since I've seen seen so many elves. And it looks like one is trying to upstage me!
Arilyth rises and approaches the stage, raising her voice above the din of the room.
Ravboom hesitates, and then shrugs and hops down to walk over to the table with the big pointy ears.
"LOTS BIG POINTY EAR STABBY STABBY TARGETS! WHY ASK BE STABBY STABBY BY GOBBY?"
Then as he pulls himself up into the seat, he mumbles a bit under his breath, and then finally begins to speak. "Hi, not used Elves asking Ravboom to sit down. Very not used have Elves offer Ravboom drink. Used have Elves sing in painful voices, used have Elves shoot arrows at Ravboom. Used have to beat Elves senseless so Ravboom can ask what road ahead like, since Elves shoot first ask buy drink never. So why Elves offer Ravboom buy drink instead of shoot at Ravboom? Elves loose arrows?" He asks, but then as Arilyth stands to go sing again, the goblin digs in his coinpurse, and pops a couple of silver on the table.
Which is followed in common by... "Ravboom offer pay Elf singer no sing in painful voice... Sing in deep voice instead? No sing like elf, sing like dwarf, ok?" He tugs on both ears, as if trying to plug them up.
Arilyth is taken aback by the little greenskin, but decides to play with him a little.
"Sure, I can sing like a dwarf."
"En la mondon venis nova sento,
tra la mondo iras forta voko;
per flugiloj de facila vento
nun de loko flugu ĝi al loko.
Ne al glavo sangon soifanta
ĝi la homan tiras familion:
al la mond' eterne militanta
ĝi promesas sanktan harmonion."
Ravboom keeps his ears tucked down, until the elf begins to sing. When the deeper voice comes out, he tentatively lifts an ear, winces in anticipation, but then releases the ear fully. He holds down the other ear for a minute, then releases it as well. When it's done, he bangs his fist on the table over and over again in applause.
Sirsi smiles at Amber, "Sirsi O'Bannon, of nonspecific lineage, I don't know as I'd call myself a bard, but I've a gifted tongue.", the last is said with more than a hint of mischief in her voice.
"I'll drink anything, surprise me."
Nods as Arilyth says she likes A finer kind wine.
In elvish
"I know what you mean Arilyth finding such wines is hard, I'll see what the inn keep has, we may be surprised this close to true elf lands."
When the goblin comes over she looks sad when he talks about being shot at by elves,
In common she says.
"I really am sorry to hear that Master Ravboom, they must have been very frightened of you, that's all I can think about why they would act so. You do look quit intimidating you know. Arr here's your drink now, shall we lisson to Arilyth"
When Ravboom asks for Arilyth to sing like a dwarf, she shows no sign that any odd has been asked, but just waits to hear the fine song.
As Sirsi OBannon starts to talk she pays attention and nods at her words.
"Well how about what I'm drinking, it's a sweet pale ice wine, very refreshing"
She orders a bottle and another glass for Sirsi.
"Dwarf song I believe tend to be about gems stones, fights and axes but I could be wrong! but if not I wunder what that ones was about"
"Was 'bout this..." He runs his fingernail on the table, leaving a light trail of ale. "Most dwarf songs like this." He traces the line again. "Most elf songs like this." He drags his fingernail several inches away from the dwarf song, and gives the line sharp spikes. "Elf no hear elf voice, only hear part of elf voice. Ravboom hear all of elf voice, hurt Ravboom ears when sing. Like little metal whistles hunter use for hounds."
Amber nods at him looking very interested in what he says.
"I did not know that, fascinating, so you have a much better hearing ability than I knew. So Master Ravboom what brings you to the great river lands?"
Arilyth sits back down, crossing her arms in the process.
"Sorry to hear that the finer intricacies of elven song, Sir Ravboom, though I'm not surprised. Most outside of Kyonin or the elf colonies can't grasp much of it, and your goblin nature no doubt adds more difficulty to that."
"And I am just as curious as Lady Amber here on that subject: What brings you here and not succumb to the, shall we say, typical Goblin nature?"
Amber looks at Arilyth then back at Ravboom. This she would like to hear as well, to have done that speech he must have had some from of education.
It would be interesting to know.
She looks up and around the room,
Any others willing to take the stage?
She thought to herself,
shame the music has stopped
Then a serving girl comes over with a Ale for Ravboom, a bottle of wine and classes.
Amber take the Ale and hands it to Ravboom.
"For you Master Ravboom"
Then she places a glass in front of all the others there, Even Arilyth she fills the glasses with the pale ice wine.
To Arilyth she says with a smile.
"I'm sorry the Inn dos no have better fair Arilyth, but should you change your mind"
Then she gos back to waiting on Master Ravboom.
Indeed the elven maids were onto something. The goblin was certainly not like any he had met before. The little tumbling ...exhibition was actually more attention than he usually tried to garner. He shook his head lightly to himself. Males did silly things to impress females and at the strangest times.
Have you thought about perhaps some anti elf song ear mufflers?" He asked as she once more took a glance about the room. A woman, Ulfan or the like from the looks of her sat half shrouded in a furred cowl whispering furtively it looked like to no one... or maybe to her Raven pet. He watched her for amoment, his eyes shining with a bit of curiousity for just a second before he came back to the interesting little goblin.
The half elf with the bawdier song too got a look. He wondered for a brief moment if it were her mother or father with the human heritage. He didn't mind Half-elfs in fact, he knew quite a few from the travels with his parents. Vagabonds and travelers it seemed most were. He couldn't fault them that life.
Sirsi's eyes light up, "Ear Muffs! Excellent idea, how adorable would he look with fluffy lil ear-muffs!" Sirsi laughs, joyously.
After calming down a moment, she looks over to Amber, "Thank you for the wine - and don't forget dwarf drinking songs, plenty of those, of course to be authentic you have to be completely out of tune."