"Ha,<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>eat<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>? Just try it, hun." Jess laughs, matching Geno's deadly pred grin with one of her own. "I always wanted me a breath weapon."<br/>She had been prepared for the dragon to humorously deny Soma's charge, not whole-heartedly affirm it. To think that these guys are serious about saving this town...it throws her off balance. She has not heard anyone speak with such bold righteousness--outside of jokes--in a long while.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The griffon thinks about biting off a chunk of this man-horse, just to remind him who ought to be afraid of whom. The two sober lynxfolk watch their party-mate alertly, ready to pounce to his aid should a fight break out.<br/>He decides it isn't worth it. "Feh. Keep your filthy meat." With an exagerated show of apathy and dismissal, he leaves Rihyan and returns to his table. Along the way he catches Kahmori's gaze, and shoots the kitsune an unfriendly avian glare.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The purple haired tiefling empties her first cup, grimaces, then starts on the second round (Sashi pays 8 sp). She is already looking a little flush in the face.<br/><br/><br/>"This place is a dump, no doubt." Jess responds to Takal's query. "I'm just here to make money and spend it. I don't live here."<br/><br/>"I grew up in Gluca*. Those were good times...'cept for all the idiots..."<br/><span style="font-size: 67%; line-height: 116%;">{{*-Pact harbor city, located to the east of Boryg}}</span><br/>Halfway into her first stein of rotgut and she is already getting mushy and loose-tongued. Despite her atheletic build, the huskygal is a lightweight when it comes to tolerence for drink.<br/>"Then, when I hit puberty, I discovered I had a...special talent."<br/>She runs her tongue over her teeth. "Suddenly, the idiots started disappearing...under 'mysterious circumstances'...and I started putting on pounds, heh."<br/>"I was pretty good at hiding it at first...who knows how long I could've kept going...But I got greedy and stupid, and tried to take more than I could handle. Got caught with a belly...had to flee the city into exhile or they would've strung me up."<br/><br/>"Yuki and I found the poor thing in the woods, and took her in. Our own little lost puppy." says Soma affectionately. "We gave her a roof to sleep under, and taught her the tricks of the trade. In return, she ate our enemies."<br/><br/>Jess proudly pats her belly, the ender of many warriors.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Sashi's gumberberry juice arrives. (she pays 1 sp) It tastes like sour blueberry. Compared to the throat-melting Stygian ale, it tastes like ambrosia.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Soma drapes herself adoringly over Yuki's shoulder. "Yuki and I are cousins; our grandaddy is an incubus."<br/>"That means we're like, part demon." she informs anyone who hasn't already figured it out already.<br/>"We're outlaws." she says, her spade-tail swishing with sly pride.<br/><br/>The cold, sober Yuki pushes Soma back into her own chair. "We used to do odd-jobs for the Theives guild." she says "Then when the Winter arrived and paralyzed the Pact army, we made our bread as ambush bandits along the Leugem pass*."<br/><span style="font-size: 67%; line-height: 116%;">{{*-road to the southwest of Boryg}}</span><br/><br/>"Yeah, and pickings were good there. But<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>," Soma jabs a playful accusation at Jess. "...heard this rumor, that talented preds can make a fortune up here in Armel...and she<span style="font-style: italic">insisted</span>we go."<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>agreed. It's not all my fault. You were the one complaining all the time about the cold."<br/><br/>"Ok," concedes Soma, "It<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>good to take a hot bath and see green plants again."<br/>"Still, this town sucks. And smells awful. I won't miss it when we leave."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Mindy, being one of the few patrons of the bar with knowledge of Infernal and enough patience to slog through paragraphs of legalese, knows the exact rules of the Inn. There is nothing overtly dangerous in the first part, just a lengthy list of offenses covering every imaginable infraction one can commit against an Inn (damaging property, late payments, disrupting staff, etc) and their corresponding fines. The second section describes how not paying a fine gets you blacklisted, in which case the management reserves the right to consume you, body and soul(!).<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Chrrou sees that to the south-west of the Inn is a smaller, one-story building, which upon closer investigation is an unused stables. The interior has been stripped and thoroughly looted, yet a large pile of clean hay remains piled in one of the corners.<br/><br/><br/><br/>A small scaly figure, startled by the sound of voices and approaching steps, dives into the hay to get out of sight.<br/>[kobold hide: 1d20(4)+6 +4(small) = 14; DC 14 Spot to notice]