De'Lana heads off to make more drinks and does her deliveries with the skill and ease of someone that might have been a bar wench at one time. Once her task is complete, she returns to her table and sits, silently giggling about what she has just done.

**fills two more mugs with ale and delivers them, smiling the whole time, and wining at the menfolk. amazingly at home in this new temporary role for one dressed as a warrior**

Cassi's giggle sounds extremely feminine and young as she holds the glass. "Oh that was a bit of fun, now wasn't it?" Lifting the glass to her lips, she takes a swallow of the drink.

::He would nod a distinct thank you like welcome; as he took one the mugs and cupped it within his hands, leaving the other setting on the table beside him.::

Cassi thinks to herself (I do wish he would join us. How I enjoy company. I wonder what it is he thinks of.) absentmindedly, she stares at the man, her mind within itself.

At the nod, a neat little curtsy that would have been perfect had De'Lana been in a dress or a shift. Her grin makes her look almost giddy for a moment until she gets control of herself and turns to leave.

Sitting back down, De'Lana immediately looks up at Cassi when she begins to speak. She silently giggles and nods her head at the comment made. She looks over at the man she just delivered drinks to and then quickly looks back at her table mate.

Del'Lana touches Cassi's arm to get her attention, then motions with her hand. Points to cassi, then moves her hand like a talking mouth, then points to the man she is looking at, then smiles big.

"..what is it that intrigues you so?"

::He said softly after his lips parted ways with his mug. He lowered it slightly as he head turned now to glance at her partially over his shoulder.::

"..tis not the first time you have been lost in a stare.."

Her cheeks turned a warm pink at De'Lana's nudging. She looks towards the man. "I've yet to meet someone who didn't open to me. It's odd to have someone not drawn to the happy air that tends to surround me. What is it that puts you off?" Her eyes are sincere as she watches for his reaction.

De'Lana watches the conversation between the two, rather intensely. Still smiling. She takes a moment to look around to see if any mugs are empty. She stands and lifts her mugs and looks at each person questioningly. The look of, 'you want another'?

A bard comes in playing his flute that gives a pleasant melody to everyone who is sitting inside. The man smiles as he bows in every direction. He removes his cape and sits at the tavern table. The flute begins to leave his fingers as it plays lightly soothing the souls. Then suddenly the bard sings:

Mid pleasures and palace
Though we may roam,
Be it every so humble,
Theres no place like home
A charm from the skies
Seems to hallow us there
Which seek thro’ world
Is ne’er met with elsewhere
Home, home, sweet home,
There’s no place like The Green Dragon
There’s no place like this tavern

He waves his hand as a mug in front of a oak barrel floats at the bottom of the tap. The tap amazingly shifts down and pours the Goblin’s Brew into the mug. Then with a small twitch of the bard’s finger the mug floats slowly across the tavern and into his hands.

The flute floating in the air continues to play a fine tune to his song. With a good gulp of the brew the bard continues to sing his melody.

I gaze on the moon
As I tread the drear wild
And I feel that my mother
Now thinks of her child

As she looks to the moon
From our own cottage door
Thro’ the woodbine whose fragrance
Shall cheer me more

Home, home sweet home
There’s no place like the Green Dragon
The best in town this tavern



He takes another big gulp of the brew before continuing.

An exile from home
Splendor dazzles in vain
Oh, give me my lowly
Thatched cottage again

The birds sing gaily
That came at my call
Give me them and that
Peace of mind, dearer than all

Home, home sweet home
There’s no place like the Green Dragon
The best in town this tavern

Smiles to the bard, applauding his song. "Oh please, another if you will!"

As she is making brews for everyone, she jumps back when the tap moves on its own, then smiles at the bard as the tankard makes its way to him. She then delivers drinks and stands behind the bar watching him VERY closely.

Well excellent sweet traveler! Just make sure my mug stays full!

In Nurenhill fair city
Where girls are so pretty
‘Twas there that I first met with
Sweet Sorilla O’tone
She drove a wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying”Cockles and Mussels
Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o
Crying, “Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, Alive-o”

She was a fishmonger
But sure ‘twas was no wonder
For so were her mother
And her father before

They drove their wheelbarrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying”Cockles and Mussels
Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o
Crying, “Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, Alive-o”
She died of a fever
And nothing could save her
And that was the end of
Poor Sorilla O’tone

Her ghost wheels a barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying”Cockles and Mussels
Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o
May we honor our commoners
And those great fishmongers

A voice speaks out of no where, "can I have a glass of that please, it looks refreshing".Kyrseirni then appears smiling, "hope I did not startled anyone I have been sitting here for some time looking and listening."

When the voice starts, De'Lana turns toward it and smiles. Kyrseirni may notice that De'Lana does not make eye contact for but a moment, then moves her attention to his mouth as he speaks. She nods and heads back for the bar. She makes a conscious effort to ensure the bard's mug stays full, as well as everyone else's. The fact that she is not a journeyman or an apprentice and could get into a lot of trouble doing this only crosses her mind momentarily. /Who knows,/ she muses in her mind, /I might make a tip or two./

"..is that so?"

::He seemed to just simply look away.::

"..Sorry to say; but you've already answered your own question.."

::A riddle, so to speak, was his reply. Did he mean that the idea of actual happiness is what deterred him? My, he could just be the oddest of people sometimes.::

The bard then grabs his flute and takes out of his satchel a small harp. He begins to pluck a light melody bringing smiles to everyone in the Inn. What is the Green Dragon's Inn without a good bard?

A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.

Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!

Once again, De'Lana makes the rounds to ensure all mugs are full and making new drinks as needed, then taking the old tankards back behind the bar, she begins washing them, looking up at everyone in the place every few seconds.