The hobbling Mardi Shamil Lupin Grasso Ulferayder Beren stands on a chair and raises his brimming tankard to the sky. "To all the brave souls who helped secure the Skein Gate! To the free flow of wine it now offers! To Festus! To the Swans!"
Emptying his tankard then and there in one go, Mardi just barely manages to dismount without completely toppling himself, the chair, and putting the entire table in grave danger. Instead he merely stumbles, disappearing head-first under the table only to bounce right back up grins ear to ear as if he'd meant to do that. "Innkeep, a round of drinks on me for the Swans and any who'd like to sign up forthwith!"
*He smiles.* Comin right up. *Elijah goes about preparing drinks*
*Vali walks into the the tavern and drops into an empty chair*
"I'll take one of those my friend!"
*Vali then rubs his sholder*
"By the gods that golem really did hurt!"
"Whoo, if you thought that was bad, you should have seen the last of the wood-tree-elemental-dudes when we were setting up there! The blasted thing was twelve... no, twenty feet tall, and tore near straight through my armor in two hits! Still no match for Yours Truly, of course - I just scaled it like a cliff and bopped it on the nose until it went away, and anyone who says different owes me a goblet of wine!"
*With a chuckle Vali takes out a small flask out of his vest pocket and takes a drink*
*Aye that you would friend, now tell me how goes about finding more members to the Swans?
*Elijah brings out several drinks to the swans and one to Vali.* Holler if you need anything else.
Iris pops her head into the tavern.
"Hiya Mardi! Are we drinking? Wonderful! I knew there had to be booze on this island somewhere!"
She scoots into a seat at the table and turns to Vali.
"Hi! I'm Iris!"
*After taking a drink from his cup Vali turns and looks at Iris*
"I am Vali"
*Vali slides one of the cups of Ale to Iris*
"Iris! Great ta see ya!" Mardi is slurring his words a bit more than usual. He's evidently been supplementing the tavern's fair with a nip or three from his personal supply, and the mug Vali slides over smells like it could strip paint. The Hobbling strikes an exaggerated pose of flirtatious interest. "What brings a gal like you to a plashe like this?"
"Thanks Vali! Pleased to meet you. Pleased also for this ale."
*She sniffs the mug, then takes a large swallow of the contents.*
"Hoo, the tavern keep sure makes a strong brew, doesn't he? This gal was brought here by the need for a strong drink -- Cookie hasn't found anything else worth imbibing from any of the other merchants yet."