Orrin was confused at the question of his age for only a moment, as he realized that elves are probably just one of the things not present where Lara was from. Brushing a few errant blond strands from his face, he looked to her with a big smile."I'm only a hundred and thirty years old."He informed her as they stopped across from the in, the silence now quite noticeable."You are not the only one...Maybe the cultists are here too. Let's just take a look."Orrin whispered as he staggered off the cart to follow after Lara.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Orrin: Stealth Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Your total roll is 7</div></div><br/>"I think you both are nuts, they're probably just all past out from drinking or sleeping. I don't think it's anything we really have to fear." Bastel said, a hand raised to his temple, trying to keep the migraine that was coming at bay. The thought of having to fight again so soon just made his head pound, surely the other two were just being paranoid about it. The halfling hopped down off the cart, following behind like a normal being up to the strangely quiet bar.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, just sneaking a peek inside was not in the harrow deck as someone inside was tipped off to the rather loud footfalls of the sneaking human and Elf. A muscular, but stout man with a truly impressive beard the color of the dirt poked his head of the doors of the bar. He was dressed in tempered steel armor, shining dully in the light of the stars. Even if they never existed in real life, this would be the shining example of a dwarf straight from the fairy tales of Lara's home.<br/><br/>He lazily quirked an eyebrow at the two sneaks, not seeming offended at all. "What 're y'all doin' footpaddin' out hereeeee?"He said in a drunken slur, waving them in as if they would miss the grand discovery of a lifetime."Fun's inside."He muttered, then stumbled back in, probably to join the the fun he mentioned before.<br/><br/>Bastel looked to Lara as he walked up to the two of them, grinning from ear to ear."Well, do we still venture inside, or do you want to leave? It doesn't seem too dangerous."He said, hoping the stillness didn't keep them from going in...he really wanted a damn drink.<br/><br/>Orrin's cheek flushed with the color of a rose, feeling embarrassed that they had just been caught looking around by a drunken dwarf no less. It was also silly to assume that there might have been trouble going on in the old, but sturdy looking bar...Unless something else is hidden inside.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">If you decide to go inside...</div><div class="spoiler_body"> As you step through the doors, you notice all the patrons are huddled around a table in the center of the bar, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. Sitting at one end of the small table with a stone tankard in hand, a male dwarf is leering at what seem to be bottles of ale drunken in some sort of conquest. Taking a full drink of his mug without missing a beat, he slams it down, the bar now roaring in a drunken cheer! The other end of the table is occupied by a lady of human origin, who matches the dwarf's challenge by drinking down the contents of her own tankard, slamming it down just the same. The bar cheers once more, enjoying this dramatic drinking game. </div></div>