((Trying a few different methods of response, for now, until i find something that i (And all of you) seem to like))<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Spike&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The ale is by no means good, that is for certain. It would not have been surprizing if over half of the particular keg from which his drink had been poured was filled with water - creating a truely disgusting blend.<br/><br/>Things most certainly did seem to slowly be turning in a more 'fun' direction. As more drinks are imbibed, the handful of patrons (numbering 13 in total, not including the PCs) slowly began to pick up on their merry-making, talking a bit louder and more openly. Of course, there were three or four that had not even touched their drinks, and even now sat with a sort of sullen look on their faces.<br/><br/>Spike can practically feel the tension hanging in the air.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Ureck&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The Tavern and Inn was certainly quiet today. No doubt, given the amount of 'visitors' in Espen, nearly every single room was crowded. The handful of individuals that had a bit of coinage were the lucky ones. It was those that were unfortunate enough to have been forced to leave most of their belongings behind in the mad flight to Espen that were really hurting, now. Forced to stay wherever they might be able to find - a dangerous preposition.<br/><br/>The Border collie is more than able to slip out of a side door and into the adjoining alleyway, leading both towards the main street in front of the Singing Donkey, and - via a twisted route of back alleyways - to the Market District road. His day's work had been done - it was just a hope that someone had taken the bait.<br/><br/>A quick glance up an down the alleyway that turned just a fifteen foot walk away, at the back of the building, revealed no immediate threats.<br/><br/>((Hide + move silently check, if Ureck will be trying to go anywhere unnoticed.))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>It had certainly not been the best of days. At least, though, she had something to occupy her mind - her tailoring. She'd at least made a few friends during her stay here, though the only one that was present at the moment was Vincent, the kindly old barkeep. He was a bit aged, but had seemed to take a personal liking to the half-giantess.<br/><br/>As if able to sense Calia's distress, the bartender pours one more frothing mug of ale, settles it down on the edge of the bar for Mirana to pick up when she comes by, and - wiping his seemingly eternally-greasy hands off on his apron - slid around the edge of the bar, making his way to Calia's table. It was not like there was a lot of action going on - he could spare a few moments.<br/><br/>"Calia.." He says, pulling out the chair across from her and settling himself down "Whats the matter, hon. Y'lookin' a mighty bit distressed. Gotcha mind on somethin'?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Lilium and Undol&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Undol's help was always appreciated, especially when things were busy. His telekenesis had most certainly been a saving grace when the somewhat clumsy girl that served as his ride had dropped an order of food, or threatened to overturn a fully-filled mug of brew.<br/><br/>Mirana accepts the offered coin from Lilium, giving her a faint smile "Thank you. I'll let the cooks know. I believe...James is back there tonight. It will be delicious, if so - trust me. Your food should be ready within a half-hour, give or take."<br/><br/>The Nekojin girl waits while Undol makes his introductions. She knew she'd made him a bit angry at forcing him to the bar tonight - and nearly swallowing him on the way. It would only be fitting that she give him a chance to talk to someone he'd taken a little interest in. Or, someone who'd taken some interest in him, anyway. She pays not a bit of attention to the fox sitting on the floor beside Lilium, content that her Undol was perfectly safe exactly where he was - on her shoulder.<br/><br/>Rak, though, seemed to have other ideas in mind. The fox peers up at the small man, his intense gaze focused like a hawk. Every few moments, his tongue will slide slowly around his lips, more than adequately giving the impression of just what, exactly, he'd do to Undol if he could get ahold of him.<br/><br/>The Fox's voice whispers in Lilium head<span style="font-style: italic">"I bet i could snatch him right off her shoulder. Eh? Oh? Oooohhh.... others tonight, you said? Well, i do not mind a nice chicken dinner, you know. Just...so much more enjoyable when they are squiiiirrrrming! Can't believe she is letting a perfectly bite-sized meal ride around on her shoulder...i bet she is a vegan."</span>He finally comes to the conclusion, shifting his gaze momentarily to Mirana...then right back to Undol.<br/><br/><br/>Lilium teasing tongue-movements most certainly seem to have some sort of effect on the fox at the back wall. The young male turns back excitedly to his companion, his mouth practically working in a blur as he whispered over the soft noises of the bar interior. The wolf with the eyepatch blinked....and suddenly broke down into loud, cacaphonic laughter, leaving his sitting-companion seemingly totally perplexed.