*Notices the pixie fly in wonders how they survive being so small*

can i get some food your choice just something to settle this rumble of a pit and do u know more about her saying my name seemed to upset her and thank u sir

"Absolutely," Boromir replies as he goes to the kitchen to come out with a steaming plate of grilled salmon smothered in green sauce. Roasted vegetables are on the side as Boromir sets it down in front of the hungry customer. "Enjoy sir," Boromir says before going to poor another mug of Goblin's Brew.

((This is rathil entering NPC))

*A tall elf walks in. His wide brimmed hat brings immediate attention to himself. As well as his flowing cape and silk clothes. He looks slightly agitated as he enters. He looks around the room until he spots the cloaked figure. He walks over and actually picks him up with one hand. Not something an elf of his size should be able to do.*

Rathil: I gave you very simple instructions tonight and I come in here to find you doubled over yourself drunk? Give me one good reason I should allow you continue in my employment

Cloaked Figure: Aw shove it you old elf, I have had enough of your tricsh for one night. You were shupposhed to be here 4 hoursh ago. What was I shupposed to do?

*Rathils eyes flare for a moment but then he suddenly calms down. He knows his human friend has not slept and he tries to be understanding.*

Rathil: I know you have had a rough three days and that is the only reason I will let this indiscretion slide tonight. You have served my loyally for years and I am not ungrateful. Do not make the mistake of failing me more than once.

*Rathil pulls out a thin wand with his other hand and he draws a door in the air with it. A big blue door opens and he sets the cloaked man down in front of it.*

Rathil: Go on and get some sleep

*He says as he practically pushes the man through the door. He turns to the rest of the in and removes his hat dipping into a low bow.*

I do apologize for the actions of my colleauge tonight and I will try to make assurances it does not happen again. He is normally not this gruff.

*He turns to Boromir and throws him 5 platinum pieces*

That should cover his tab and any problems he caused.

*Rathil then steps through the blue door and it vanishes*

Nothing personal I assure you.

the elf looks at his food and snarles a bit and digs in with great hast and a Boromir leaves the elf ask aloud *Do u know the name Jindemyth*

*Calliope approaches from the basement door..where she had been playing....never could catch that critter...*

*Looks with spark into the room and notices there are fewer people..now wondering what she had missed...*

*slides her body close to the bar and swings slowly over to a table*

*she is unsure of the state of mind the travelers are in so listens to the babble of the cloaked man falling all over himself*

*Looks at the wounded wood elf and wonders where the fight was and why he wasn't invited*

"Next time your in a fight let me know I'm always looking for a good battle"

Boromir has rooms for us Pixies at the top of the INN and I have to say there quite cozy and comfy. He even has glasses for the size of me.....Now thats a bar owner for you...he provides for one and all sizes....

We survive because we are so small....and being able to fly helps out a lot.....

"Mia..how are you Ms..Pixie...your flight untroubled?"

turns to look and see who was talking and says *i do knot know if it was a fight but it feels like one and if it was i could have used u* saying it with a half full mouth

The deep melodic voice of a human bard can be heard approaching the Inn. He’s singing a jolly tune as he strums on his citole. Everyone’s gaze is drawn to the entrance of the Inn even as they continue their chatter with one another. They are expecting somewhat of a scene, yet they are fully aware that its not a threat of any kind.

The door swings open as the harmony of his citole fills the Inn. A very charismatic and handsome bard steps through the doorway nodding at the various patrons with a large smile on his face. Still strumming his citloe with a rythmic beat he walks directly into the center of the Inn were there is an open space and begins singing a short song to introduce himself to everyone in the Inn,…

Hello to you
I’m glad to be your friend
we’ll have a drink
and share a wink
and spirits we will mend

*he winks at the young female hobbit*
*then steps over to fair elfin damsel*

You’re skin’s so fair
it glows with a glare
my lips send a kisses
to the locks of your hair

*he blows a kiss in her direction*
*then turns to another beautiful female*

And you my fair queen
are a female cuisine
you’re lips are so scrumptious
it’s almost obscene

*he jiggles his eyebrows up and down as he smiles at her*
*there is laughter from the crowd*
*then he steps back to the center of the floor and sings a final verse*

Leucippus is my name
but my friend’s just call me Leu
and to everyone here
I am a friend unto you

*he strums a final chord on this citole that fills the Inn with reverberations*
*he takes several quick bows to the four corners of the tavern as the echoes of the music fades*

Everyone applauds and acknowledges the performance as he heads over to a stool at the bar.

“Boromir my good friend! I’ll have the usual as usual”, he laughs as he and Boromir engage in a double-handed interleaved handshake across the bar. Clearly he knows the barkeep well as they seem to have a special greeting.

*He yawns and decides this is enough for him, besides, he should look into making sure he has equipment that could fit a Pixie or Orc in his cart. He'll check for customers another time, but for now, he is off.*

Yes it is and thank you for asking.....

*chuckles loudly. He likes his axe and ability to fight to survive much better than flying*

"my name is Thogeon and your name is?"

"I don't know it sir, but perhaps you carry this unique name," Boromir turns to look at the elf.

*Phara stops the thin human at the door*
May I see your wares? Do you have anything that might be useful to a Gnome?

the elf has a stronge look in his face and says*yes i think your right sir* and bows his head in thought