"It's for all the worry you've caused yer mum yer little scallywag! Vanishing like that."

Then leaning over the counter she pulls Hoskar in for a warm embrace

"Come'ere you."

Then letting him go she asks "So you back to stay?...Looking for some work eh?"

This seems to be the place to get your face set in a new shape... Temush muses

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Rubbing his cheek ruefully having returned the embrace, Hoskar can't help but break into silent laughter at the release of tension, coughing out words between spasms.

You are...a star...you know...Lilina. Gods but it's good...to see you again. Missed you lots and missed...your beer too.

I don't think we'll be staying too long this time. I'm here with that assorted bunch of nomads you see over there he gestures back towards their table and we'll be moving on after a while. Business here and there.

Actually, that's what I wanted to speak with you about. he leans in and murmurs something for Lilina's ears only

They're calling for drinks now: can I take them back some more of that kvass? And if you're short on bouncers while we're here drop us a word. There's some trustworthy guys here, plus one seriously tough doll, plus a few jokers.
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Seeing Hoskar gesture their way, Grundar waves back vigorously with an apish grin!

"cause I like black and dark things. Can you train them?"

He nods at Grundar's reply, "any questions I can answer, I will. There is so much more to tell you, some good, some bad. If the chance presents it's self, I'll tell you more over breakfast, that way the others can tell you their version of events." Melock winces in sympathy when Hoskar gets slapped.
Melock raises his mug in welcome to the Deadhead, but keeps half an eye on Hoskar. He leans over to Grundar and his friend, "So, do you know any other Ravens around here?"
When Hoskar gestures towards them Melock waves back and calls out, "Great beer, despite what Hoskar said." He laughs to himself.

Ohanzee quietly sips on his drink, but for the most part he just touches his lips to the liquid and then put it down again after the experiences with the warehouse workers earlier.

He looks interested as the bird seller showed the creatures to the other two and listened to that conversation.

When he overheard the conversation regarding finding Krakka and visiting the Storm Bull temple he offers "Happy to have a word with Sheela, I'm sure she'd know." and avoids looking at Amara as he says this.

He looks about the room listening to conversations and looking at the way they are being made.

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"Why you want it in black?" asks the man genuinely confused. He turns to Henal "Tell me you want a bird yes?"

Henal looks at the man "No, I travel with two cats they will only be happy if they catch it".

The man looks exasperated but sees Ohanzee looking "You wanna bird mister...Summat else? Need a smoke? A 'shroom or two....a nice lady friend? "
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"What the fuck is a Raven?" asks the gang member, giving Melock a superior look.

Ohanzee looks the birds over and then looks up at the bloke "I've no problem getting my own birds of either type. Besides, whilst painted ladies can be nice painted birds are not my thing."

"Smokes would be good, shrooms too, but if you paint your birds to sell them what do you add to your smokes I wonder!"
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"Pah. You lot are no use" and the man pushes himself up from the table, moving his hands in the air causing both birds to vanish. Then waving at someone he knows across the room he begins a complicated journey involving climbing over people, tip toeing on tables and swerving between raised jugs of beer.

As he goes a song starts in one corner and begins to spread, it's refrain taken up by all those of Sartarite ancestry. It's stirring tune, filled with the sound of defiance.

That puts me in mind of what the Snowspear said about this Goravan cove. Temush says, When are we meant to go see him?

Amara watched the man who got kicked making it clear she is watching and preparing for violence, clearing enough space around her to get ready to fight unimpeded, once agian wondering why she needed to look after a bunch of men who would have all died a tohusand times over if it weren't for her looking out for them.

Amara finds that there's no space to clear, bodies press from every direction. If there's a fight it will likely lead to a full on brawl...

See? murmurs Hoskar to Lilina. That's one of the jokers.

He does his best to get back to the Rangers' table without barging or upsetting the clientele.

The approaching man's tunic is grabbed by another punter, probably a friend and the man is eased back onto a bench and a mug pushed into his hand. His attention diverted it looks like a fracas was narrowly avoided. One of his friends nods at Amara in a friendly way and then goes back to his conversations.

Melock smiles, though it's a thin smile, "I'm not surprised you haven't heard of Raven, what with living in this place," he gestures towards the city outside, "only those who have been blessed know of him. I doubt you know of Grandmother Spider or Murrungun the great snake spirit." Melock leans close to the Deadhead, "What spirits do you follow within these walls?"

"Er....I...worship the gods of my forefathers Orlanth and his kin..." answers the young man.

Melock looks puzzled, but then understanding dawns on him, "Oh you mean Little Brother, a few of our clan worship him. Is he popular here?"

Realising that he's regaining the upper hand the lad puts on a superior air "Of course, are you simple or something?"

Ohanzee heads off apparently trying to follow the  bird seller, pushing his way past one bloke here, bumping into another as he turns too quickly, he just can't seem to make enough headway through the crowd to catch him.

Melock tenses, "I wouldn't confuse ignorance with stupidity if I was you." He makes a visible effort to relax, "If our places were switched would you know much about the Wastes and Prax?" Melock smiles, "I like to banish the harsh light of ignorance with the comforting blanket of darkness. Could you help me," his smile becomes condescending, " maybe you could take a few of us to Little Brothers shrine so we can learn about how you worship him?" Melock taps Henal on the shoulder, "Henal, do you fancy seeing how they worship Little Brother?"

"The Lunars have banned open worship and why would I give a shit about the Wastes, it's just full of you lot."

Smiling sweetly, "That's exactly how I feel about this place." he raises his mug, "Cheers"

"Yes, I'd want to see how they worship the little brother here. Might be a few drinks in it for someone who helped us do that." Henal replies.