Ravenloft - the Gathering of the Mists
The Dwarf speaks no word to any of the new arrivals, but nods familiarly to Violet as she enters, and again to Arafarafarfa and her big cat, though somewhat more perfunctorily as if he's not altogether happy to see the pair again.
Indeed, it seems the two are, if not regulars, then at least known to the innkeeper ... and to the other patrons as well, for they too nod their greetings with more or less enthusiasm (and, as the big cat crosses the common room, only push their chairs back from the table just enough to give them the option of trying to flee without looking as if that is their intent or fervent wish), though the rest of you garner just suspicious glances, save for Qvar whose glowing corona invokes no little muttering between them.
But though the Dwarf is silent ... by necessity, you judge, for t'would be a strange affectation for any innkeeper to be so rude by choice), he is at least attentive, producing a pitcher of wine of a deep, almost purple hue for Zertin, and a glass of the same (be it Furyondan or not, as appears more likely in light of your current discussion) for Caesius, as well as a shrug in response to his questions).
Ale too, more swiftly procured for one of the other patrons, a farmer perhaps, or manual labourer of some kind by his dress and the dirt on his hands and face, in response to a raised tankard and raised voice, "Another, Rugar, when you're ready !"
And ale again, set besides Arafarafarfa as she takes her seat, before serving the other man, and pounding on the door in the corner of the room as he makes his way back.
Perhaps half a minute ... and the door opens and a man limps out, either servant or cook or both. Short of stature, but not a Dwarf by any stretch, he raises a questioning chin at Rugar, nodding in turn as the innkeeper points first to the tattooed creature sitting on the counter (and then quickly looking about until he locates her big cat, lips tightening as he spots it by the fire) then back to the Dwarf, following the finger which indicates Zertin then Caesius, nodding again.
Slowly, the cook, shall we say, navigates the tangle of stools and tables and past Saeko till he draws close enough to speak.
"Soup or stew ?" he asks Caesius and Zertin in turn, politely enough, if with little cheer, and while thus proven to be not so silent as Rugar, still seemingly a man of few words.
OOC: Map of the proceedings updated ...
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