Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Jagr has been staying at The Felled Ogre since he came to Bard's Gate. Durst has been a great host, and the meals have been great, for human-cooked food. Aujira and its exotic foodstuffs feels very far away. The city's Grocers Plaza has few options for traditional catfolk dishes. Jagr ate once at The Paasha's Pillow, but it didn't satisfy his palate.
The Ogre seems to be in good spirits this night. Bards entertain the gathered assortment of peoples. Jagr notes that several rakastas eye him with looks that humans would call disgust. He knows the looks are more territorial than anything else. "Stay away from my mate." This is what a drunk rakasta said to Jagr two nights ago, as the catfolk explored the Market District.
A commotion brings Jagr out of his reverie. Into the inn comes a motley group of peoples. At first, he isn't sure if they are all together or not. The firs two are an odd pair -- an elf and something, else. It has horns that curl up like an Ibixian's but there is something very otherworldly about the man. They are joined by another elf, similar to the first. There is a big human who speaks with a thick accent.The last two are as unique as the horned man. One is a small reptilian -- a kobold most likely. Aujira doesn't have any native kobolds, but Jagr has heard them described, so he's fairly certain he's looking at one. The last is, intriguing. He immediately knows it is a kenku. They are a common sight in Aujira, although they aren't native to the islands. Instead, they come from the Eastern Lands and are also known to travel through the Lands of Fate.
The newcomers pay a large sum of coin to Durst for rooms and food, which draws the eyes of several locals. Merchants not thieves, yet their eyes glint with avarice, regardless. Durst has his man Camson pull several tables together for them, and Durst's wife brings out a wide assortment of foodstuffs. Durst plies them with an exotic liquor that Jagr recognizes -- Blue Torment -- after having a shot himself. It's a very hard liquor from the Land of Fate. Too much of it can kill a man. Jagr watched an Aujiran noble drink himself to death one night, not realizing the danger.
The kenku uses its natural abilities to draw the attention of the crowd. He tells a good story that enthralls those in the room that can understand the bird-man. One of the elves downs a large shot.The horned man pours himself more liquor, as well.
OOC: Catfolk and kenku rarely socialize. It's a predator-prey thing. Since they generally don't live in the same regions, contact is usually uncomfortable. (It is less so with kenku and other cat-like races.)
