Tara
'*He shrugged.* "I do a little. But I am no minstrel. I live in the Greenheart Forest, where I help run a shop, smithing. I just like our old dwarven tales. That song was one my grandfather enjoied singing." *He let out a deep breath, as though lost in thought.* "Whelp. No use in old songs except as rest from the day-to-day. So what brings you to Lerwick?" 

*He put his lyre down as he spoke. It was clear that this stranger had a reason to be here. Why else would this man, evidently quite wealthy man, be here eating bread and stew in an inn's common room. Lerwick wasn't a town known for its wealth, or as a popular vacation destination, being just a small mining town. Perhaps it had something to do with those said mines. Yes. He had to have been a shareholder or something. Good thing he didn't live here. Wouldn't want his boss getting mad at him. Not that he had a boss.*
Frances
Lucius eyes the dwarf suspiciously for a moment before giving in with a heaving sigh, unsure why he bothered to hold such conversations. It seemed such a waste of time, not to mention how hard it was to eat people you knew (which he knew from experience, enough said on *That* Matter).
"Hrm, well- I'm only here because nobody seems to be travelling around enough. Nothing to get, nothing to do. Lerwick happened to be close buy, I was particularly hungry, so I decided why not spend a few nights? I've little else to do than.. Well, nothing. After all, it was a decent flight here."
Lucius responds in a slightly more present tone than before, some of his words still obviously concealing some deeper meaning not verbaly stated, but absolutely present in some form. Through his words, he let the word 'flight' slip through his filter as the idea was simply on his mind at the moment and he was too busy internally grovelling to pay particular attention. 
"Of course, there's the town to be about, but a little decrepit mining town isn't particularly anything I could personally use to get around on.."
Jessica
At the loud creak of the Inn door opening, a small fairy rushes in with multiple weapons in her arms, her goggles beginning to fall off her head. A tiny mechanical dragon flies in after the fairy, occasionally holding a stray weapon part up with its head so Poppet doesn't drop her items. Its wings making an awkward clanking sound as it does so.

 *"I don't understand why he couldn't have just come down to the shop but whatever, he's paying extra," She muttered under her breath, whilst placing the weapons on the Inn's front desk.*

 Fixing her goggles, Poppet waited for the innkeeper to appear. A large Orc emerges from the backroom, eying the tiny fairy-sized weapons lying on his desk. "Yes?" He questions.

*"These are to go to room 26, wait no, 27!" Poppet scratches her head, "Yes, room number 27," She says firmly. Her tiny dragon bauble nodded its head to confirm.*

"These little things? Why would a Loxodon have any use for those?" The innkeeper shook his head laughing under his breath, thinking the small fairy could be pulling a joke on him. 

*Poppet narrowed her eyes and returned the weapons to their normal size. "See? Now you better be carrying those to my customer's room," She said, annoyed.*
The innkeeper's eyes grew as he nodded quickly, as he rushed off to room number 27 to gather the resident for the fairy.

Resting atop the front desk, Poppet tinkered absentmindedly with her bauble, while looking around the Inn at the patrons.
Michael
"So you wander because your bored? Understandable." *He responded, not initially noticing the mention of flight.* "I sometimes think I'd like to see the world, but I have no reason to other than just curiosity. I'm content with my life, smithing, wandering the woods, visiting my parents every now and then, and just keep going, you know what I mean?" *He thought for a few seconds.* "Then again, I still want to learn more tales to sing. I want to find a library that actually has some of our folklore. Poppet thinks I'm crazy."

*At this moment he heard a familiar high-pitched voice. What was Poppet doing here he wondered. Probably work-related, the fairy almost never took a break.* 

"Well speak if the devil." *He muttered before turning towards the fairy.* "Poppet! What are you doing here? Come on, have a seat." *He spoke jovially, gesturing to the empty chair.*
Frances
The shapeshifter grimaced, not fully content on sitting next to two yapping strangers, but by the gods, what else could he do? Tapping the bar twice with a fair amount of force, the innkeeper turns his attention back to Lucius as the Roc slides a fair amount of coin over the bar, mumbling nothing more than "Wine, best you got." Before spinning around slowly to inspect the new source of noise even more closely. Poppy? Or was it Paupit? Hard to remember things you hardly care about nowadays.
As the fairy shoved their weapons to th orc, Lucius picked upbinterest sligjtly . This fairy certainly had some attiude about them to challenge the temper of an orc of all things.. But ah- anither passing face to go forget to wine! He took a silent sip from th cup, enjoying the acrid taste.
Jessica
Poppet turned around, her eyes widening with recognition when she saw the dwarf. *"Theradin! Hi friend! I'm delivering some weapons to a client," She answered, "One who seems to be too lazy to come out of his room and pick up his purchases," She added.* The fairy flies over to the duo and sits on the empty chair, bringing her dragon trinket with her, setting it on the table. *"What about you? What are you doing at an inn?"*

Looking over to shapeshifter, Poppet waved with a smile. *"And who are you? Are you friends with Theradin here? Though of course, who wouldn't want to be friends with him!" Poppet laughed, rambling on.*
Frances
The shapeshifter snorted, not offended but not necessarily making a definite statement on the matter, at the fairies' statement. Loud and talkative seemed to be their type, and already Lucius felt the coils within his body tightening at the prospect.
"A friend would be quite the overstatement, farie." He drank-spoke, sipping wine at every pause as though he'd never get another cup again in his life to drink a mere drop of wine.
Trying his best to melt into his seat, the shapeshifter made himself ready to sit up and leave at a moment's notice, unsure what to make of the situation at hand. Did he continue to listen in, or go about enjoying his drink and meal? Frankly, both sounded equally tempting, so, of course, he decided to do both, offering a short additional comment to the fairy.
"But anyone can hate anyone. I'd know as much, being myself." He added as though it were not a strange thing to say for most people.
Michael
*He chuckled a little.* "I wouldn't say we're friends yet. Just enjoying a polite conversation. So you say a customer wouldn't come out of the room for their order? What on earth do they want with it then? To lazy to leave the room, to lazy to use the weapons."

*He thought for a bit.* "I'm just visiting family. My father retired last year, and wanted to do something nice for his anniversary, I'm helping him organize it without mother finding out. You wouldn't happen to know how to hide a sheepdog in an open field would you?" *He said mischievously.
Jessica
*"Ah, I see. Well, I myself love making new friends!" Poppet said, ignoring the shapeshifter's statement.* The tiny fairy was curious and was interested in the new being. Blowing a piece of stray hair out of her face, the fairy asked a nearby barmaid for a drink to join him.

*"I couldn't really care what he uses it for, as long as I get a good coin for it!" Poppet replied to the dwarf with a smile.* Looking back to the front desk, she wished the innkeeper would hurry up with her coin.
*"To answer your question, unfortunately no, I don't, but I wish I did!" The small being laughed.*
Frances
Instead, the shapeshifter once again pitched in. "What would one person need with so many weapons, anyways? They must be raising an army of hundreds of flowers!" Lucius stated in a slightly higher pitch, which was as close to a joke as he got, which was saying a lot.
Noticing the one he believed named Puppets (what a curious name) was not getting their order very quickly, Lucius tapped as he had previously on the counter- two heavy taps- which caught the unreluctant gaze of the innkeeper. Sliding a meager amount of his own coin along with Puppets' coin to make them hurry up, he looked back towards the fairy.
"You smith your own weapons then, fairy? An impressive feat for your kind, I must imagine." He adds in a completely sincere tone, not consciously meaning to appear as if mocking the fairy, but it was simply within his nature to spit out such language towards others he didn't view as equals.
Jessica
The fairy cracked a smile, seeming to believe that the shapeshifter was warming up to her. *"Yes, I run a shop that produces all kinds of weapons and trinkets. You should visit, I'll even give you a discount! My shop is located on the outskirts of the Greenheart Woods," Poppet explained.* Even though the talkative fairy may look innocent, the weapons maker was quite feisty.

Getting a little annoyed at how long her client was taking, Poppet decides to get her coin for herself. *I'll be back in a moment, chaps!"* Leaving her bauble at the table, the small artificer makes her way towards room 27.