Game: Grab yourself another seat, friend.

Tofdir slowly stops clapping, as the tavern falls dead silent. The booth-goers poke their heads out to see what is happening, the merfolk stops dancing to watch, the people that were watching her dance turn their attention towards the counter. Tofdir goes to the back and brings back two mugs, one in each hand, placing them in front of the half-elf. The second he places them them down, the tavern erupts in a thunderous cheer. Tofdir pulls out two matches, lights one then the other, and takes a silver piece from his pouch and places with the other two. He steps back and with a grin says in a hopeful, excited tone "Good luck, mate."

You lift both mugs,the crowd still cheering, you gulp one down but before you can lift the other one to your mouth, your stomach seizes up and you empty its contents onto the counter-top. The crowd lets out a sad groan, some cheer out "You tried your best." and they go back to doing what they were. A shower of sparks shoots out your nose cleaning up most of the vomit, a near by patron lets out an amazed cheer for the display. Tofdir claps and lets out an uplifting chuckle "Good try newcomer, on the bright side, I don't have to clean up puke." he takes the three silver and places them in his pouch.

Tofdir hands a menu to the half-elf "Don't let it get you down, i've seen men much bigger than you not able to handle one. Can I maybe get you something to eat, help refill your stomach after what happened?"

Tofdir puts the coin in his pouch "I'll be right out with your food." and pulls out five silver pieces and laughs "Haha, Looks like the grog's getting to you friend, you already payed for the room." he leaves to the kitchen for a moment and returns and places a plate in front of you with a beautiful smoked salmon, the smell makes your stomach rumble in anticipation and a couple slices of cheese and bread. "Consider the bread and cheese my gratitude for the Fiery Grog show earlier." he nods towards Gala, who has been waiting "Looks like you have a fan, Ramiel."

Hanson and Namfoodle stand up and ask Gala for two of the room keys, hoping to retire for the night.

"Our charge will have the privacy of one of the smaller rooms we've paid for. I'll take the other small room and you two can share the large room. If that doesn't suit either of you then sleep outside again.'Gala slides the large room key toward hanson

At the threat of sleeping outside they look at eachother for a moment then shrug both coming to the terms of sharing a bed. Hanson grabs the key and they both say good night, leaving together making their way upstairs.

Tofdir rings a bell and the tavern goes quiet and he calls out "Closing call, those that want some ale, this is your last chance." The conversations and noise begins again, a few people leave waving to Tofdir, a crowd gathers at the counter getting a last drink for the night and Tofdir serves a last round and waves to the people leaving.