conversations: human
conversations:  The Slye Dog Tavern in the widely diverse town of Vurgenslye was bustling with activity. Races of all shapes and sizes were welcome there. Humans, elves, dwarves, and halflings were common here, but 'uncommon' races, such as orcs, goblins, firbolg, goliath, aasimar, tieflings, and much more, showed up in Vurgenslye in respectable numbers as well.
  
  An odd pair of individuals stepped into the Slye Dog for the hundredth time, as this was one of the very few public places that they were not directed to leave. One of them stood at a staggering ten feet and one inch tall, which was still somewhat short for a firbolg. He was covered with layers of reddish brown hair over his ashy white skin, his shoulders were very broad, and his eyes were soft gray and always wore a gentle expression.
  
    "This place is full of residents tonight..."   Bael'thar said to his companion. His voice was soft and stoic, as it always was.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  The orchid colored tiefling only came up to the waist of her companion. Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she bounced in place. Tonight just so happened to be the night where anyone who choose to could entertain. Lyric being a musician couldn't wait to play.
  
  "Bael. I'm going to go sign up. I'll be back in a flash." And with that Lyric skipped away to the bar. Her lute slung over her back swinging in time with her steps. The dim light barely glinting of the top of her curled horns.
  
  "Bar keep! I need the sign up sheet for tonight's entertainers please!?" Lyric couldn't hide her enthusiasm. Playing music was her favorite past time after all.
conversations: Alerathla:
conversations: human
conversations:  As Lyric darted off in her own direction, Bael stumbled awkwardly through the maze of smaller races and found an empty table. He sat in the comically small chair with his hands folded around his highly arched knees. He sat so he could watch the people in the tavern, especially Lyric. Luckily she was easy to spot, given her vibrant pink hair, horns, and tail. It also helped that people tended to give a wide birth to an energetically bouncy pink demon girl. He listened to the conversation that she started up with the barkeep.
  
  The barkeep was a large, rotund young human man with an unkempt beard. "Ah yes! Sign right up!" The barkeep announced as he slid a large parchment toward Lyric. "You can take a turn directly after the current group finishes their performance, girly!" He gestured toward a band of four dwarves singing a tiny sampling of their daily work chants. It was slow, grim, and depressing, just as most dwarf work music was.
  
  Bael leaned forward to listen to the lyrics of the dwarven song. He enjoyed it, but he knew he'd be able to enjoy it more if he understood the dwarven language. He glanced at Lyric, nodded toward the stage, and gave an encouraging grin for her.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lyric added her name to the list and thanked the gentelman. Then she twirled around to join Bael til it was her turn. He was easy to spot since he towered over the other patrons. In a flash she was joining him at the table. "I'm up after this group." She excitedly told Bael.
  
  As she sat down she listened to the dwarves' song. Although it was a bit melancholy for her taste she could appreciate it. The tune was slow and sad but beautiful in it's own way. Lyric personally preferred to play lighter tunes herself. Infact the song she was going to perform was one she learned from the song birds in the forest where she grew up.
  
  Soon the dwarves' song came to its final note. The audience gave a subdued applause. Turning to Bael'thar she said "Wish me luck." And with that she jumped up and walked over to the stage. Swinging her lute over her shoulder she gave it a quick tune and started picking out her song.
conversations: Alerathla:
conversations: human
conversations:  Bael thumped his massive paw on Lyric's head and rubbed it around as he chimed the word, "Luck!"
  
  As Lyric made her way to the stage, Bael turned to a waitress, "Excuse me, little miss. I would like seven chicken legs, three whole potatoes, and a half dozen ales please." As he finished speaking, he passed over a couple dozen gold pieces. Bael didn't quite understand how currency worked in places like this, but he knew enough to realize a lot of gold would get him a lot of food. Food was one of his favorite things.
  
  As Lyric set herself up on stage, Bael ushered the tables near him to quiet down, then he folded his hands and legs into each other. Listening to Lyric sing was another one of his favorite things.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  The song she played was simply called "Daybreak". It began using the strings to mimic the sound of doves and jays. Peaceful but joyful.
  
  Not even before the song was half way through the tavern door slammed open and two men walked in. It looked as if they had been traveling for weeks. With complete disregard for the other patrons the men yelled "Barkeep! A pint of Ale for me and my friend!" Lyric kept playing but now her attention was on the newcomers. Everything about these men smelled of trouble.
  
  Her song came to its finish and the crowd applauded. Gracefully she walked back over to Bael and his mini feast. As she sat joined her friend she became aware that the men had chosen a table close by theirs. "Bael. After you eat I think we should leave."
conversations: Alerathla:
conversations: human
conversations:  As Lyrics song came to an end, the crowd filled the tavern with a shallow, polite applause... except for Bael. Baels applause filled the tavern with a loud repetitive *boom* as he clapped excitedly for his friend.
  
  When Lyric came and joined Bael at his table, Bael slid a chicken leg, a potato that was recently mashed by Baels massive hand, and a mug of ale. "You have to eat too, little missy!"
  
  Bael kept a part of his focus on the newcomers. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the two of them wore insignia of the noble House Zaderan. House Zaderan were infamous for their pompous display of self-worth and their ability to generously remind the lesser folk of their lack of worth. One of the Zaderan nobles began speaking to the tavern keep, and the other approached and sat at the table with Lyric and Bael.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lyric watched as the newcomer sat at their table. Her tail curled around her leg which usually happened when she was nervous. "Hello. Is there something we can do for you?" She asked glancing over at Bael.
  
  The man sneered at Lyric. "So I hear you play very well for a Tiefling." Lyric slightly taken aback by the compliment simply nodded. "Regardless. What makes you think these poor tavern goers want to listen to your devil music?"
  
  Being use to this from others Lyric knew it was pointless to get angry and start a fight. She just dropped her head as her tail curled tighter around her leg. "See. Your silence proves you know you are not wanted here." With a scoff the man stands to leave the table. He spits on the floor next to Lyric's feet. "If you know what's good for you by the end of the hour you and your large friend will be out of this town."
conversations: Alerathla:
conversations: human
conversations:  As the man turned and stood to leave, he seemingly continued to stand much higher than his height would allow. His feet dangled a clear three feet above the ground before he realized what was happening.
  
  Bael was simply using one of his palms to seize the top of the mans head and lift him in the air. "You aren't nice. You will apologize to my friend.   Now  . The man cringed and winced as his gigantic captor guided the mans diminutive head toward Lyrics face.
conversations: Samshiir:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Put me down you ape! Do you know who I am?!"  The man squealed as he jerked his feet in a little jig trying to find the ground. The commotion had now caught the attention of everyone in the tavern. "Not until you apologize." Bael said.
  
  Looking around Lyric spotted the man's companion quickly moving towards them. His hand was under his cloak as if reaching for a weapon if some sort. As calmly as she could Lyric turned her attention back on Bael. "Bael. Please put him down. It's not worth the fight."
conversations: Alerathla:
conversations: human
conversations:  Bael'thar tightened his grip on the Zedaran nobles skull as the man dangled a foot off the ground.
  
  
  
   
   Originally Posted by Alerathla 
   "Bael. Please put him down. It's not worth the fight." 
   
  
  Bael listened to Lyrics words, contemplated her words, and decided she was right. He released the Zedaran, who flopped to the ground in a loose pile. Bael looked at Lyric with an apologetic expression, but one reinforced with fierce loyalty and guardianship.
  
  The giant creature spoke slowly with compassion but with a hint of conviction. "You are right, Lyric. I am sorry."
conversations: Samshiir: