Marcus enters the bar

[Sue]

Seryn awakes with a start.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

She falls backwards off the seat, landing flat on her back. Her legs up in the air, resting on the chair. The remains of the ale over her clothes and her hat lying on her face.

"Who what... Who put out the candles?"

She flails on the floor like a..... Drunken pirate.....

[mcbale]

Marcas (chuckling darkly) drags himself to his feet, takes the hat off Seryn's face and pulls her up off the and places her back in her chair. "Now your back with us, do either of you have any objections to what must be done this weekend? I will be very surprised if we walk out without spilling some blood at the very least."

[Dragon Claire]

"I have...no...objections" Elandowyn manages to get out between giggles. Once she regains her composure she continues "I fully understand the risks and will prepare accordingly. Praise be to Lady Tralda."

[mcbale]

"Elandowyn, may I ask you to check with your master that he has received my pigeon? For the hour grows late and this undertaking may be exceedingly dangerous, especially without any alchemical aids."

[Dragon Claire]

Elandowyn stands up from the table and drains her glass. I shall head to the guild house on my way back to the orphanage. Perhaps once this is done I can fill you in on the developments at the mines. Good evening." She tips the brim of her hat to Marcas then Seryn and leaves the bar

[mcbale]

"My thanks to you Elandowyn, see you on the morrow, I too must be going, I need to pay a visit to to the Cathedral, Evening to you Seryn, Elandowyn."

Marcas drags himself to his feet, picks up his axe and liimps out.

[Sue]

Seryn is sat in some what of a daze and somewhat bids her companions fair well.

She contemplates Elandowyn's mention of the Gods. Trying not to slur....
"... Praise be the seven."


She get up from her seat and staggers ever more drunkly, out of the bar.