ah thank you kindly dear Bard, you are a real gem you are. She leaves him a fair tip on the table with a small note written on parchment.

"Bard I am no bard!" says the tall and young blonde barkeep as he serves the drink. He ponders for a moment. "Ah yes Criani knows of a bard that occassionally visits to string his magical harp and sings the tales of heroes that once roamed these lands. "Why I haven't seen him in quiet awhile. "I think he will be here on the 15th of the Fall era," he finishes as he serves another round of grapan to the many hobbits who dance together on a long table.

My apologies my dear man, you do have a remarkable resemblance to him after all.
Notices a drunk hobbit falling off the table as the others roar with laughter.

*strolls into the tavern and takes a look around. Seems that no one else is really around yet so he walks over to the dartboard and begins tossing the darts a bit until people begin to show up*

XI(day 100) of the time of the sun era

The last day of the sun era begins as it begins to rain again outside the Sinatorium streets. The young barkeep opens the tavern and hangs the menu of the day.

The Menu reads: Today’s special for dark elves:
Spicy battered fried Scorpion; once you get past the fact that its scorpion, the meat is quite tender and flavorful. As a desert we serve Blood Pudding; the contents of this boiled sausage are best left undisclosed.

The many hobbits are resting in their rooms from a hard night of celebration. It will not be long before they come downstairs to continue with the celebration.

Four human warriors enter the tavern. They demand Goblin’s Brew and scowl at any who look at them.

The town is full of people from foreign lands setting up their stands and ready to sell their goods. Rides are being also set up for the children as many of those who worked at theaters are preparing for the parade.

Why that is most kind of thee.(hick while I have a sip of ale)
I'm looking for someone to travel with for it be a danger to travel alone in this vast land. Would thoug let me travel with thee?

*After playing a rather boring game of darts by himself for quite a long time with nothing really happening he decides to start trying to perfect his dart trick again. He grabs a set of 5 darts and moves about 15 feet away from the dartboard, turns around and starts throwing the darts at the board backwards. None of the darts come anywhere near the bullsyes but he does manage to at least hit the dartboard 3 out of 5 times.*

Tahahl Arkeneaplith and Vun are not in the Tavern today as of yet. This message you are replying to is at least 5 days old that would make this moment in the tavern invalid of who is inside. If you look at the daily chronicle today there are 4 warriors sitting at the table. Rathil_Thad is playing darts and there is a barkeep. Please IM the storyteller to go through Step 1 of the training again. thank you.

*He steps into the Inn once more and looks around. The Gentle elf in the red robes is pleased to see Rathil in the inn today. He met Mr. Thads in the forest during his travels and have talked quite a bit before. Instead of sitting down like usual he walks calmly right up to Rathil and speaks as he gives a nod.*

Hello again, new friend.

*Just as Vun walks up he lets the last of his darts sail over his shoulder into the dartboard*

Ah my friend. How are you today. The tavern has been quite dead recently. It is good to see a familiar face here finally.

Likewise, Rathil. It is also good to be out of the rain.

The four human warriors clash their mugs together and take huge gulps of their brew. They scream for more or they will go to the Red Lamp's Tavern where they get prompt service. The barkeep nervous pours quickly 4 more mugs.

One of the warriors look at the two elves and scowl. "Arrogant race they are," he says to his partner.

"Overrated also," says another as he flexes his muscles. Another warrior pats his hand on his sword winking at the one playing with darts.

*He's never been one to get worked up because of something someone says, however he does find it amusing that these people would speak of HIM being arrogant and then soon flex their muscles like their physique is the most important thing ever. He stays quiet as not to cause a problem with these surly gentlemen.*

I enter the tavern through a window,as I look around to see a friendly face,Land at the coner of the bar and in a squeaky voice I introduce myself to the bar keep.Hello my name is Spirit
and I'm looking for a small place to rest and have a little something to eat.

Hello and welcome,little one.

*He smiles a friendly little smile as he stares calmly at the new arrival.*

I fly over to a table where an elfn sits alone,Hi my name is Spirit might I join thee for it is a frightful time out right now.

Certainly, hold on a moment...

*He thinks for a second, but then pulls a few gold coins from the pouch in his robes and stacks them up on the table so the Pixie can have a seat.*

There you go.

hello,It is cold out,and thevies are all around,may I join you on your travels for it may be dangeress to go alone

Oh thank thee for though kindness (the gold is warm from being in his pocket)This is nice,my name is Spirit what be thy name kind sir

That's a fine idea, as a matter of fact, I have been associating myself with another group and I'm sure they would be happy to have you tag along as well.