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Indosyl Feirvan barges in through the door, looking as if he'd seen a ghost or two, (Which indeed he had) and said,"I'll take the absolute strongest alcoholic product you have!"
He then turned to Aubrey and said, "Oh... hope i'm not interrupting anything with anyone..."

-moves the carboard cutout of myself- I am back from vacation my darlings.

Wintermoot notices how abandoned the regional bar has been looking as of late, and comes in with some cleaning supplies. First he dusts the counters, tables, and seats, then cleans the windows, and finally sweeps the floor. With the bar looking in top order again, although still empty, he sits down at the counter and relaxes for a bit to see if Aubrey or anyone else will stroll in.

Eyorin steps through the doors and takes in the warm atmosphere with an appraising eye before approaching the bar and taking a seat next to Wintermoot.
"Evening to ye, me lord. How do I find ye?"

Wintermoot smiles over at Eyorin and gives what he hopes is a warm gaze.

Ah, please...you don't have to be so formal here. I am well though...I had just finished cleaning the place up.

I believe he was trying to be more flattering than formal

*Malviet walks in*
"Good day to all of you! May I have some tea?"

"Huh...I suppose something got lost in translations, then!" Wintermoot smiles jovially at Barnes and Eyorin, before reaching into his pocket for a piece of candy to give to Barnes. Then, hearing the door open and someone walk in, he turns in his stool to find Malviet.

"Greetings, and welcome to the tavern, Malviet! Uh...unfortunately our barkeep isn't here yet. I guess until he arrives everything is self-service!" Putting his own words into practice, Wintermoot gets up and begins fixing himself some hot cocoa.

* Govindia stumbles in, a fairly thick blanket of snow on his uniform, and him slightly shivering, with some wounds on his body.

* Govindia goes to find a bottle of vodka behind the bar, takes it, looks at everyone and just nervously nods at them, then goes and sits in a corner, alone, with nothing but the bottle to provide company.

Eyorin reaches over the bar counter and grasps a bottle of bourban, eagerly uncorking it and pouring a glass for himself. He looks to his companions and raises a toast.
 "To us, my dearies. To our hopefully long and relatively enjoyable lives."
He takes a sip from his glass and smirks at Barnes
 "Though perhaps next time you could avoid giving away my flattery? Makes the game dreadfully difficult you know.

Indosyl looks up from his small, lone table, and cries, "Please, oh please... I just want something to drink! Jeez, talk about s**t service!", before seeing everybody's, but an old drunkard's face, staring awkwardly at him, and he simply stares down at the table, squashing a cockroach as he did so.

Wintermoot looks around at the establishment, noticing that it's suddenly starting to get very full. He wonders where @Aubrey has ran off to and hopes that nothing in the tavern gets contaminated like it did the last time Aubrey was gone. Finally, he looks back over to Eyorin, who he is still conversing with.

"So how are you enjoying the region so far? I hope you've found everything in Wintreath to your liking."

-walks in and pulls a flask out of my jacket, and I drink a bit out of it-

I wonder where that Changeling went....

**The Humbler walks in, adjusting his heavy jacket. He takes a look around the empty bar, and sits down for a break. In a matter of minutes, he falls asleep.**


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Indosyl impatiently steals a bottle of "Aron Porfide's Lager", and chugs down the whole bottle, before swiftly making an exit, and then throws the bottle through the window, breaking it.