Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

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Dec 19, 2016 1:14 am
"We could always go back to Tolfdir's, grab some drinks and call it a night." Ramiel said with a smile, "We found the fancy hammer and the girl's grandmother, so we aren't going back empty handed."
Dec 19, 2016 2:57 am
"I agree. Back to Tolfdir's for some rest, yes?"
Dec 19, 2016 8:14 am
You make your way back to the tavern, the sun has just started to rise into the sky. You don't see Guglug standing watch outside, when you enter the tavern, it is pretty empty save for one person finishing up his meal. You don't see Tofdir anywhere, however, you do see Guglug wiping down the tables.
Dec 19, 2016 5:15 pm
Silene doesn't bother wiping her boots, unwittingly tracking wet prints and mud into the tavern. A bit uncomfortable in this settlement, she waits for the others to conduct their business.
Dec 19, 2016 5:44 pm
Izen makes his way to the bar and takes a seat. His two hammers dangle from his belt and occasionally clang together with a dull thud.
Dec 19, 2016 5:48 pm
"Good idea" Béke says as Izen makes his way to the bar. "A drink and then some rest!"
Dec 19, 2016 6:58 pm
Ramiel nonchalantly walks into the bar. Seeing that they were likely the earliest patrons there, he takes a seat at the bat and waits.
Dec 20, 2016 6:37 am
Guglug seems to growl as Silene enters, mudding up the floor as she does. About twenty minutes go by before Guglug steps behind the bar, staring at Silene "I'm guessing you're waiting for Tofdir? Let me go get him." he goes into the back and is gone for about ten more minutes before coming back with a leg of meat, he takes a big bite out of it as he walks out and looks over the group "Oh right, Tofdir." he says dryly as he turns and heads back. Five minutes pass, Guglug comes back empty handed and he stares at Silene as he passes by her, on his way to clean tables. A couple minutes pass and Tofdir comes out rubbing his eyes, he sees you and gives a tired quick smile before taking a seat across from you behind the bar counter. "I'm afraid kitchen's closed, if you are after food, friends."
Dec 20, 2016 8:59 am
Silene passes the time with a bit of druidcraft, blind to the passive-aggressiveness of Guglug. She kneels in her own little muddy print and augurs what the weather will be, casting a few bones before her.
Dec 20, 2016 9:03 am
A small golden orb appears in front of Silene.
Dec 20, 2016 4:53 pm
Watching Tofdir rub his eyes, Béke is reminded just how tired she is, and starts to rub her eyes as well.

"I'd be happy with a drink, Friend. Just one, before getting some rest and then continuing on."
Dec 20, 2016 6:28 pm
"Yes, just a fiery grog will do for me as well." Ramiel ordered, "Helps me sleep during the day, you know?"
Dec 20, 2016 8:00 pm
Tofdir's tired face forms a slight smile "I can do drinks." the smiles fades as Ramiel talks "Sadly, I can't do the Fiery Grog, the one who makes it is asleep." He runs to the back returning shortly after with a tray of 10 mugs and places them in front of the group.
Dec 21, 2016 11:57 pm
"Well, the next strongest drink available then." Ramiel added after hearing the gnome's explanation. "By the way, where is that elvish girl staying? The one looking for her grandmother?"
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Dec 22, 2016 1:21 am
Tofdir gestures to the mugs in front of you with a 'come on, i'm doing my best' face, he rubs his head "I'm not sure, if we are talking about the same person though, she comes in every night and holds an arm wrestling contest. So if you're looking for her, you'll find her later in the day."
Dec 22, 2016 5:47 pm
Fiery Grog or not Béke is just thankful to have a bit of a drink. She grabs one of the offered mugs and takes a long swig. "Thanks!"
Dec 22, 2016 5:57 pm
Silene starts to draw patterns in the dirt and mud she tracked into the tavern.
Jan 5, 2017 10:43 pm
Izen looses himself in his thoughts and drink.
Jan 5, 2017 10:45 pm
Elnorath walks up to the bar "Is there a room available where we could rest for a few hours?" he asks Tofdir
Jan 6, 2017 12:36 am
Ramiel swallows whatever alcoholic beverage that Tolfdir handed him, then nodded at the gnome.

"Well, we have some interesting news. For one, there are a bunch of specially bred rats down in your cellar. Some guy called the "Rat King" did it, apparently." He says quietly, so that only Tolfdir could hear. "The rest, we'll have to learn when we head back tonight."
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