Robert
*Happy hour. A necessary tactic in order to continue business. To avoid the dying down of customers, bars typically ran it after hours.*

*Now was after that.*

*The restaurant still contained people, but the rush began to slowly die down. Drunkards, whether they be commoners or mercenaries, wandered out after paying their dues. A waitress swept up a broken glass thrown at someone's head in a bar fight; Hu Lang had ended it as soon as it began, fortunately.*

*Said Hu Lang was wiping down the tables, slightly messy after the bar fight. Her right hand was slightly shaky, with tooth marks on her knuckles. The okamimi sighed, brushing back her silver hair as her azure and gold eyes scanned the room. No more trouble. No more hurting her hand tonight.*
Dorothy
*Just as it seemed like the night was calming down, in walked Sivne. The 7'8ft tall towering Brayer ducked her head as she entered the tavern. She was wearing unusually fancy and well made clothes in a mix of fashion between Hasaapian and Mentian. Her backpack was probably as big as a dwarf and looked quite heavy, but she didn't seem to struggle with it at all. Once inside she moved to the counter, setting her things down before carefully lowering herself into a seat.*
Mary
Sol was... Where was Sol again?

Oh, right. She was in Salvania for some business. How that business went down and how she ended up in the neighborhood was a mystery, but here she was, standing before the doors of a tavern in a slightly different getup; plain brown robes in place of her usual whites, with none of the shimmering trinkets present. Though her hair was left unchanged.

Quietly, she pushed the doors open and peeked inside.
Robert
*And she thought today couldn't get any more chaotic. Then a massive brayer walked in, probably twice her height. She probably couldn't fight her even if she tried.*

"W-welcome to the Blooming Lotus! What can I get you today?"

*Her sharp eyes then switched to a brown robed woman, modestly dressed.*

"Oh hello there! Come on in, what can I get you?"
Dorothy
*She adjusted how she sat in the stool, keeping her hooves planted on the ground. She didn't fully trust that the stool wouldn't buckle under her.*
"Mmh.. Something strong, won't feel it otherwise."