Vivian
So far the exploration of Willowdale had been surprisingly pleasant. There was some kind of celebration going on and Björn seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Ves had been content to watch her friend and lover dance among the townsfolk. She had clapped along to the music, but she had never danced before and was too timid to try. So many people made her nervous, but nobody seemed particularly bothered by them. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. It made her eyes dart and her ears twitch, but didn't stop her from her plans.

The next step was finding a tavern. Ves wanted a decent bath and a meal of something other than fish. Kip's ship was well-supplied and she wasn't going hungry anymore, but she still craved other types of food. The sea also kept them relatively clean, but the water was cold and salty. Ves really wanted a nice hot bath with soap. She also wanted to change into clean clothes and wash the ones she currently wore. They did smell a little like fish nowadays.

Spotting a sign with a familiar word, Ves perked up. It read '*Something* Tavern.' The Kobold could recognize the word *Tavern,* Though the word before it was just a jumble of nonsense. "There!" She said excitedly, pointing out the building to Björn. "That says tavern, right?" Reading was still very new to her and she had been attempting to learn when she could. Kip had supplied a few books on his boat as well and Ves had been practicing with Björn. Though tavern was one of the very first words she had been taught and she hoped she had gotten it right.

Tail swishing, Ves headed towards the tavern, still carrying her paper-wrapped clothing in her arms. She had bought a few outfits from the market.

The extra coin had been a present from Kip as well. Though she was still inclined to be careful with the money they had, Ves felt better knowing they actually had a way to earn more. Björn was now an excellent fisherman and they could surely sell whatever they caught. Between Kip's supplies and skills, she and Björn were doing decently well. Ves was strangely grateful that they had met the troublesome Kobold. Despite what he had done, they wouldn't have gotten this far without him.

The tavern seemed rowdy: Ves could already hear the shouts and laughter from inside. She wondered if there were any rooms available here. If so, she doubted there would be any noise complaints, considering the ruckus that was already happening. Pulling open the door, Ves had to jump out of the way as a patron stumbled out. He carried a mug in one hand and was shouting over his shoulder at someone, so naturally did not see her. He did, however, notice Björn's towering figure. Hiccuping, he stepped aside, rubbing his watery nose with his forearm. **"Sorry, big fella. Don't let me stop ya. Come on in!"**

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Thomas
*The Goliath nodded to Ves with a small grin.* "Yes, that's a tavern alright. The words before it make the name of the tavern. This one seems to be called The Frogleg Tavern... Considering that is a painting of a Frog on the sign, I'll assume Frogleg is a food of sorts, like chicken." *He gave a small nod to himself as he fathomed and inferred. Björn had gotten very good with his insight, and he made good use of his brain. From the amount of times so far that he had headbutted something - or someone - till his target cracked in some way or another, it was a miracle he could even formulate sentences sometimes. Such is the healing factor of a Barbarian.*

*As the Patron snotted his sleeve and apologised to Björn, he gave a small smile and a pat on the back as he passed.* "I'll be sure to do so!" *Björn's first real interaction with a friendly person besides Ves! What a thrill! He felt so proud of himself as he walked into the Tavern, holding the door open for Ves to follow. The tavern was a sight to behold. Filled with rowdy and happy patrons all enjoying a hearty drink in the festivities of the day. A fire was roaring, a minstrel played a flute on stage with children dancing around the front, the burly barkeep was polishing off a tankard for the next customer and laughter could be heard like a lion's roar. This, this was a real Tavern.*

"What you want to drink?" *Björn half yelled down to Ves. If there was something he wished he could change, it was how small she was compared to him! Sometimes conversations felt like they would be seen as a shouting match between the colossal Goliath and the short Kobold. However, he enjoyed her cute stature, even if he did find height to be appealing. He approached the bar and flagged down the barkeep - a fat yet strong looking Dwarf with a cleanly shaved head and enough chestnut brown beard and body hair to make up for it. He hopped up, presumably into a step to reach the bar's height on his own end.* 

**"Welcome you fine lad and

Lass! What'll it be? Got the oven piping hot and the drinks somewhat cold for yer!"** *It was somewhat surprising and confusing to Björn that this Dwarf had a Scot accent just like he did.*

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Vivian
Ves trailed after Björn into the Frogleg Tavern. Her amber eyes went wide at the sight. People of all kinds were present and the sheer *Noise* Of the place was almost overwhelming. People shouted across the room at each other while others cursed over a game of cards. The sound of a flute trilled through the crowd and made Ves smile. She was discovering a love for music she had been unaware of before her escape from Dasvaz.

"Oh, ah... Mead?" It was really the only drink she knew that tasted good. Ves wasn't exactly experienced in the ways of alcohol. The bartender was friendly and Ves smiled shyly at him when he recognized that she was female. A surprising amount of people could not tell the male and female Kobold apart. It was nice to be recognized as well. She was often overlooked given her small size and demeanor. Perhaps the man knew something about that, given his own short stature.

"Mead," She repeated to the Dwarf, talking louder than usual to be heard over the general hubbub of the room. She wasn't sure she wanted to eat just yet. Her mind was still on a private bath. A drink or two first though, she decided, and a chance to take in the environment. Then she'd worry about a room. "What's going on in the town?" She asked the Dwarf curiously. "Is there some kind of celebration going on?" 

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