Chapter 1: Lady Luck's Curtsy

"I'll find a spot to sleep outside." How anyone can be comfortable sleeping under a roof on these claustrophobic walls is beyond me.

Catriona swirls the clear, elvish wine and sniffs it like she has seen the adults do it. She takes a sip: it smells and tastes of lemons, limes, tangerine and grapefruit, and reminds her of apricots and fresh cut grass. And goes straight to her head. By the time she finishes her half-glass the room is starting to spin. She starts giggling, and dips each nut in the wine before feeding them to Chuck-chuck.

Finished with her meal, Baraq rises from the table. The berries have given her a delicious buzz and she is feeling a bit more amiable to her surroundings. Since the group will be staying the night, the aarakocra places 8 silver as the agreed price for rooms.

Ada enters back into the building with berries wrapped around her neck and in her hair along with some feather. She has taken off her armor and is now in commoners clothes. She enters very happily but quickly her happiness turns to anger as she sees Rava and Rolen enter a room by them selves. Ada rushes over to Cat and gets really close to her and whispers in a threatening manner You better get that tree lover of yours out of that room. Rava is mine. she slams her fits on the table then grabs a pint and pours its contents down here throat.

Aera chirps in confusion at the loud speech and watches to see what happens.

Baraq's interest is clearly piqued at this display of strength and willpower. Who will break first?

Somewhat buzzed as she is by the strong elvish wine, Cat is befuddled by Ada's sudden outburst, and then the sudden appearance of the tiefling. She stands up, swaying slightly, and breaks into roaring laughter.

Dammit I'm going to settle this the Dwarven way I demand a drinking contest with the man! angered even more by Ada she turns around yells You would think someone of her status would handle her drink better. Her PET is passed out as well!

"Who're you calling drunk?" Cat yells. Waving her arm around she knocks the bottle of elvish wine over. Thankfully, it's stoppered. She puts it away next to the bottle of fine wine she stole from Wavesilver Manor and turns back to Ada. "I bet I could take you down. I bet my pet could take you down! Someone bring us ale!"

Rolen steps out of the back room, walks over to the commotion, places his hand on Cat's shoulder and pulls her back "I think you've reached your limit, child, you should sit." he attempts to move her toward a seat as he looks towards the tiefling "Sorry for whatever trouble she caused, there won't be any more."

Cat sits sullenly, clasping Chuck-Chuck to her chest, glaring at Ada.

Baraq draws her warhammer and plunks it down onto the table with a heavy thud, making a show of leaving herself unarmed. She rises from her table, dried blood still on her beak, and her feathers flare out in challenge.

There is a short screech, her neck tensed in a predatory assessment of the tiefling. A series of clicks sound like a stone upon a hollow log, followed by, "You can always play with me, goat."

I watch the events in the Tavern and relax, enjoying the show. I stand off to the side in case anyone gets tossed. I'll take any food or drink that is left forgotten...