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[Alexandria]

"In my head, bastards never give me a moment's peace."

[darkpaladin109]

Vor'Thon enters the bar, looking around until he finds the group sitting at the table. He moves closer and takes a seat.
"You're the man we're supposed to meet, correct? Mind giving us your name?

[Sanure]

Uqldir laughs, "Well, when you're chosen by the gods as a friend, it usually means that we drive you insane. We also like to help once in a while~" More laughter it seems.

Lucien passes a tankard of ale to the Dryad, "Better get comfortable with us now, else the journey will be a lot longer and a lot more annoying."

Lucien looks at the Mantid, "Not a single introduction has been said yet, let's let the other half arrive first and then I'll give my name. Here have a tankard of ale. My treat." Lucien passes a second tankard to Vor'thon.

[GiglameshDespair]

There was a thud and muffled shouting from below. Things were getting rowdy, apparently. It might be fun to see. A whole bunch with the ozone-smell of godtouch had entered now.

She slid sinuously to her feet and slowly stretched. The four wings of her kind extended and she casually stepped off the edge of the roof. They whoomped through the air and the feathered lizardwoman landed gently on the ground outside the inn.

Her spear jauntily over one shoulder, she strode in through the door. It wasn't hard to work out which group it was. She slid up a seat back-to front and sat on it, resting her arms on the back.

"You are all god touched, yesss? I sssmell it on you. Like sssparks."

She adjusted her wings.

"Sssolari Sssstormhatched, I am. Hatched to the call of thunder."

[Alexandria]

"If you want to help me then give me some damned peace. I don't need the whole bloody lot of you whispering in my ear all the time."

[sjm9876]

 Something of a gathering had appeared in the few minutes since she had entered. Waving off the barman's drink offers, she slipped off the stool and edged closer. In the centre of the bizarre mix was a Mithra - at first sight he looked human, but she could smell the beast in him. It was oddly dilute, but still there.
 She came to a halt besides the table, tail causing her coat to part slightly and reveal the holsters. One hand slipped into her coat pocket as she raised her hat slightly, before the other followed it. She leant against the back of a nearby chair.
 'I noticed you were passing out ale. And you're also the one I've been sent to find, so that's a plus too.'
 The one calling herself Stormhatched spoke then, hissing out her words, before Vulpa continued.
 'And if we're on introductions - the name's Vulpa.'
 She offered a hand to her, as well as to any others who might take it.

[Sanure]

"Ah, the first hatchling joins us at last. Have fun sunning up on the roof?" Lucien yells to the barkeep to bring out more tankards, "Here, Have an ale. You'll need it. I feel like we're missing one that's already here. Oh well." Lucien lets out a laugh and downs a tankard of ale in one go, slamming the empty tankard onto the table, "So which one are you talking to this time elf? The pretty one or the ugly man?"

A few of the voices all speak at one time,"How rude."

Lucien lets out a bark and claps the pirate on the back, "Free drinks and company miss." Lucien takes on a serious tone, "Have a seat miss Vulpa." He turns to those already gathered, "My name is Lucien Valentaire. Swordmaster. I'll be leading the caravan to the Merthy woods. What happen then is.... A dwarf, a second deep elf, and another hatchling have yet to arrive. For now," Lucien lets out another howl of laughter and shouts to the tavern, "Drinks are on me! Go wild everyone!" Lucien proceeds to down another tankard as the tavern goes wild.

[Alexandria]

Torban makes a strangled choking sound his face going red before shouting.

"Rude? RUDE!!!!!! You listen to a bunch of voices shouting in your head day and night for years then. I haven't got a nights sleep without 1 of you starting an argument for I don't know how long."

[Sanure]

A few of the patrons look at the elf shouting but turn back when they get glares from Lucien, "Go ahead and cut loose. Even the voices can't stop this party." With that Lucien downs another tankard.

[Alexandria]

Torban flinched looking around as if noticing the other people for the first time.

"Whoops."

[Culise]

Cymea accepted the mug of ale, but ignored the advice, instead continuing to watch the others coldly. 

As the introductions seemed to begin in earnest, she frowned slightly.  "Cymea," she said, her voice low and slightly hoarse.  As the odd elf started shouting, apparently at himself, she started, a moment's surprise crossing her face before she regained her earlier even expression. 

[USEC_OFFICER]

Zita finally strides into the inn, flanked by two squat golems. She takes in everyone at the bar with a undisguised look of disgust and contempt on her face, before quietly taking a seat in the corner of the room.

[Sanure]

The barkeep walks over to Zita and hands her a mug of Ale along with a note,

I'd shout and call you names, but I'd rather just drink my ale and wait for you to come sit at our table.
I'm the Lupine giving out free drinks. Only Lupine in the Inn. A mole could find me.

Lucien is letting out a howl of laughter and passing drinks around.

[sjm9876]

 Vulpa pulled out a chair with her proffered hand, the lack of acknowledgement failing to cause any outward sign of embarrassment. the other left her pocket to seize a tankard, and lifts it to her lips. A moment later, she slides the empty tankard back across the table, a long tongue darting out to catch the last drops.
 'A good ale, but it's no rum.' The empty tankard was lifted into the air, motioning towards the barman. 'Rum here my man.' She nodded towards Lucien. 'It's on this one.' She turned back to face him, a cheeky grin showing white teeth.

[USEC_OFFICER]

The barkeep walks over to Zita and hands her a mug of Ale along with a note,

I'd shout and call you names, but I'd rather just drink my ale and wait for you to come sit at our table.
I'm the Lupine giving out free drinks. Only Lupine in the Inn. A mole could find me.

Lucien is letting out a howl of laughter and passing drinks around.

Zita pointedly ignores the note and keeps watching the bar silently.