Biggums slinks out of his room after he is done cleaning and re-cleaning his pistol and making some adjustments to the rifle. He walks around to every room and askes nearly the same question to everyone. "Anybody interested in gettin' a pint? Think of it as a way for us to get to no one another. So are you comin'?" He askes as he pops his head into the room.
"Sounds like a wonderful way to remove the dust of the road from our throats. Morgana and I would gladly join you for a drink Biggums" replies Thalion.
After making sure everything is ship-shape in the room. Reginald joins the group at the bar.
Morgana, about to say something, stops herself, pausing in thought before speaking again.
"Yes, Thalion is correct, we shall join you for a beverage."
When the others are ready she joins them, ordering a wine rather than an ale.
"Hmmm... I suppose the tin smith can wait until later. I mean, just a pint shouldn't hurt."
When Biggums comes to Zephyrus' room, the Sylph is checking over his gear. When the man asks about going for a drink the only response is a wordless slow shaking of his head. Then the stoic individual returns to his work.
"Alrighty then, I think thats everyone. So any place in particular that you would want to go? I mean to me a pints a pint but to some of you more sophiscticated people you may want to chose something that's a little bit nicer, or a floor." Biggums askes the group after his confusing rendezvous with the Sylph.
It doesn't take much asking around to discern that the favorite tavern in Kleine is a public house called the Harmonious Harpy. It's here that the hardworking and throat-parched farmers of Kleine all routinely congregate to socialize and slake their thirst. Thus it goes that the party as a whole, minus Zephyrus the sylph, traipses across town and finds the Harpy.
Entering the tavern, you find a pleasant and comfortable establishment, although the mood of the patrons therein is altogether dour. There are perhaps half a dozen farmers in the tavern, two at the bar and deep in their cups, while the other four sit at a table and discuss recent troubles with the intensity of old men who wish it were still within their ability to take action and be useful.
The barkeeper is a corpulent man who wears a plain white apron over his simple clothes. He smiles as he comes around the bar to greet you, introducing himself as Mr. Brauer. "Please, come and sit, drink and be merry! It has been many days since the Harpy saw any cheer. But you, good warriors, you bring our people hope! And people with hope, believe it or not, drink
more ale than people without!"
He furnishes each of you with the your libations of choice, even opening a bottle of fine vintage for Morgana. Given the quality and free flow of ales and lagers here at the Harpy, it seems that some cheer is indeed in store.
((OOC, sorry about taking so long to get back to this. Busy few days at work!))
