She had ignored Cinder, though her eyes narrowed at him as he went past.  She was fully aware that to show annoyance was the sure way encourage interaction from his kind, but self restraint was never something she was good at.

She gave a nod and half smile to Ja'sha'a, before her attention shifted to the man asking for carrot juice.  That intrigued her.  Carrot juice was often sweet...

Her attention back to Ja'sha'a, So, what do you want with this babe in the woods, if I may ask? She tried to focus her attention away from Cinder and away from carrot juice.

"I may require a guide to another plane.  However...  I do not know which one I need to travel to.  I seek someone, and his trail led me here.  Yet I cannot track where he has gone to.  I was told to seek out this Eviel to guide my way."

Max nodded in understanding. I see. She answered, assuming that the woman was seeking a beau and that was not something she thought she should get into. Well, then, I guess we should find this kid then. She chuckled.

Looking over at Max and her new friends, he laughs, looking at Ja'sha'a.  "Cha, you be taking that kuang zhe de gatinha with you?  Watch yur back, she be stone cold killa."  He again smiles at Max, he had come to measure her worth as she had his.  He could take her in a fight, he had no doubt about that, but not without getting tagged himself.

   Jack carries the pitcher back to the table, with barly a thump he puts it down.
  One handed he pats Beakers shoulder, while with the other he reaches inside his vest and pulls out a collapsable camp cup.
         "How you doing Beaker?"

   Pouring the cup to almost overflowing, Jack placed it directly in front of Beaker.  in an almosts coreagraphied unison Jack pointed at the cup and said one word; Drink.

Jack sat down and waited for Beaker to do as told.

"No can do, sir." Says the keep with a frown. "Any currency I can take, I can't do anything that has a remote source. No phones or such to get to the funds. But, I'll just build you a tab. Enjoy."

   Beaker meek as a rabbit drank cup of the carrot juice to the bottom; Sigh, Sorry Boss I don't know what came over me.
   Looking around at the building and the current occupants; This the place Einstein thought you should go, wild looking place.
               Ya ya ya I'm ok, -I like the lady with the mint she smells like strange and exiting places.

    What was it you wanted I got the Kcall? I wasn’t busy until this evening so I came.

   Holding up the cup Beaker waved it off at half a cup.  Drinking it slower he sighed again; You know this is good carrot, see if you can get some seeds unless this is their special brand.

"Very well, if you'll please excuse me, ladies," Kell spoke as he stood up, then gave a slight bow to the two of them before heading up to his room to retrieve his gear.

 She looks at the talking rabbit and drinks the drink the bartender gave her. She puts down few gold coins. She walks to a table and sits down.

   Jack accepted the cup from Beaker filling, it he drained it.

    Well thats it two of the ladies here seemed like they could use some help I thought I'd let you guys know.  They both lost someone one, the one that fainted lost her beau but it turned out he's dead.  The other one is the one over there talking to that group.  She is trying to get guide to find a little girl in the woods to have her help find her brother.  Filling the cup he drained it again.

     Don't know I may tag along see if I can help anyway.

   Jack watched the group he was talking about. If Jack would have had fur he would have sworn some of these people would have made it rise, not wrong exactly but strange.

     Filling the cup he drained it again.

She'd nodded at Kell watching him go to get his things, then turned to Cinder.  With a most polite, albiet insincere smile, she cooed, And don't you forget it, honey.  Before her attention shifted to the rabbit.

She liked the rabbit and wondered if it had a human-eseque form, though in her world that was an impolite question.  Not wishing to offend (the rabbit), she watched the exchange.  It was a shame though, he called the human boss.  She do hated it when creatures worked for humans.  It was necessary of course, but it still galled her.

   Do you want to go over and see if they need help you're good at helping people, You found that little girl.

   Beaker held out his stubby hand, Jack passed it back to him, Jack nodded.

   Jack poured the carrot juice close to the rim of the cup and got up.

   As Jack walked to the group Beaker watched them uncertain what he thought of this place.  Beaker whispered to himself^{Boss I sure hope Einstien knew what he was getting you into but these do seem like your kind of folks}
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After a while of watching and listening to the new comers Dave reaches into one of his shirt pockets and pulls out a small box then turns to Jethro
I'm going to go outside and have a smoke, you can join me if you want.

Then Dave gets up and walks out the door.

[to porch]

   Standing up he whispered mostly to himself; ^{Ya kid, but that was mostly luck}

    Jack walked over to the table and asked; how you doing got some help to look for your Brother.
  Looking at the other lady with a polite smile; Morning Maam

  Looking back at Ja'sha'a;
     I wondered if you'd mind me coming along might be able to help, though are those woods combat neutral like here.  If not another gun at your back might prove usefull if it comes to the furball.

As Kell headed up the stairs, he took one of the steps wrong and his foot slid out from under him.  He managed to grab the railing to keep from falling completely over, but as he did so he severely twisted his other ankle.  Walking gingerly back to the table, he eased himself back in a seat.  "My apologies, ladies, but it seems I won't be able to accompany you for now," Kell said.

(OOC:  Just had a big r/l problem pop up, so I'm going to have to pass on this adventure.  Sorry.)
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A stubby, however surprisingly muscular dwarf strolls into the bar, chin high and pockets full to the brim with coin. "Where are all the women then, eh?" He said as he climbed up onto a barstool with some trouble. Hagarth was approximately two feet tall. Short even by dwarf standards, however he has more muscle on his tiny body than most humans.
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Her gaze turned sharply to the steps when the clattering racket of a falling body sounded, and was helpless to do anything but wince as Kell bit it hard.  She gave him a sympathetic smile when he returned, and nodded with obvious, if regretful, understanding.

Jack's offer had come at just the right moment, and with a soft, resigned sigh, she turned to him and nodded.  No plan ever went perfectly, but the gods always provided.  "It seems I have no choice but to accept your offer, but it is welcome, nonetheless.  Thank you."  She paused, and then turned back to Max.  "Let us not remain strangers.  You may call me Jasa," she bowed slightly and laid a hand to her heart, shortening her typical introduction.  "If there is no more to be done, then perhaps we should be on our way.  Though I will speak with the kobold out front once more, if he still lingers."  If nothing else, he could at least give them a direction in which to travel.

Max. She announced to the two new people, then turned to Kell.  Take it easy.  You seem like you DO need a rest.

Standing she stretched.  She wasn't sure exactly what she was getting herself into, but... she didn't sit still well unless she was waiting for something specific and there did not seem to be something specific there that she was interested in.

   Jack looked startled at the sound started towards the sound then stopped as it ended.
     When the guy who had fallen returned, Jack listened to the byplay then turned back to the man.
          Offering his hand Jack said; I hope you weren't the Guide the lady was looking for.

    My name Is Jack Buck; the Little fella at the other tables my friend Beaker, I'm offering to come along but this is my first time here. If anyone has any advise about the woods I wouldn't mind hearing it.
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Looking at the rabbit man, Cinder lights another cigarette from his thumb.  When he turns to face the man, his coat hangs open, the butts of at least 3 pistols can be seen and a four barreled mini gun hangs under his arm.  His accent is unlike anything heard before.  "Yeah.  Yuz shud be careful of anything you encounter in the woods be it lookin frendly or sinster.  Pretty face don't mean pretty inside, ugly face don't mean ugly inside."

"Was all that screaming necessary?" asks the wood elf to no one as he watches the dwarf try to punch through the wall of the tavern. "He makes no major movement to it, he just lets he try to break the wall.

*SMASH* A Dwarf smashes in through the nearest wall, and ran over to Cinder. "Gimme that gun you got there and maybe i wont kill you." Hagarth said.

Looking down at the diminutive fellow, Cinder doesn't even blink.  "Ben tian sheng de yi dui rou. (The magic of the Inn Translates - "Stupid inbred sack of meat.") Step back away from me knees for yu urt yurself."
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   The man falling down the stairs was startling, this place could drive a rabbit to distraction.

   Poison Ivy!! Jumping completly out of his Labcoat,
   luckily landing on the far edge of the table.
     Head turning to look at the source of the noise he Freezes, but freezes in clienical detatchment...
                 In the back of his mind knowing Einstin will want a report.
 ^{That loud tiny man is not any bigger then me standing},
              Metaphysically punching his way through the wall.  It has to be metaphysics

Aramen watches with a mild chuckle at the spectacle. "Just let him try," he says with a laugh to the man with the flaming fingertip. He had seen one too many bigots and thugs come through those doors. Watching one make an overt fool of themselves would be a welcome sight.