So many choices, so much going on in the city! Plenty to discuss and decide on for this band of would-be adventurers.<br/><br/>And at least the kobold has stopped her attempt at singing, instead limping off to get a refill and check her tail.<br/><br/>As they discussed though, a presence sidled in near Belni and Tucker. "Evening girlie," came a deep and unsteady voice from a fairly soused dwarven man in plain laborer's clothes. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9e/3b/16/9e3b161305b65af08636fe3809fc29ec.jpg) "Lookin' to get a stout dwarf in ye?" He grinned broadly and hefted a mug in offer to Belni, in a hand wrapped in a bloodied bandage. "Or maybe get a... stout dwarven... wait no, I fucked that up. Damn." Sniff, harrumph, grumble. It's at this point he notices the bunny getting comfortable with the halfling, and has the sense to be a bit abashed. "Oi, Tucker, I didn't know she was wid 'ye...Ah, Hmm. well, nevertheless. Drink up, on me miss" He clunks the mug down in front of Belni, hiccuped, and waggled his head at the other two at the table. "Ain' a fair evenin' to the four o' ye too"