"Here, your blood wine."

I know of other people using plants for cloths, but yours seemed rough. I thought it the skin of a horned beast you painted blue.

At the mention of his own clothing he chuckled. A flying beast my size, we call them Lotus Drakes. Upon my back he made a thrashing. It is part of my peoples custom to claim the life of such beasts with just your wiles, naked and alone.

Our neighbors to the west use silks and stranger things, and keep hidden in them as you do. We are too proud to hide ourselves. He thumped his chest with his left hand. Plus, our women are very fine looking and keeping their bodies hidden is not an option for us. He followed this with a hearty and deep laugh.

He reached up to grab the glass, he greedily took a long and cherished swallow. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning from ear to ear. He gave a two finger wave to the barkeep as thanks.

There is a bit of a chill in the air at the pub, as a man in a large black cloak enters. His face is obscured by the thick robe and his very presence seems to send a few cats running away, yelping. He reeks of an undisclosed odor that I would rather not describe right now and he sways back and sways back and forth as if he is tired.

He moves up to the counter, and with one ghastly, boney finger, points to the barkeep, asking him "Do you have any cake?"

The 'bard' looked at the toothy knife and was fascinated by it.  An actual tooth to a fire breathing dragon.

Jethro just stared at the comment, 'naked and alone'. Sure there is pride in it, but . . . oh well. Different times, places and customs. The comment about hiding bodies, I guess that was true as anything, with people so uptight about modesty and fear of natural things. "I'm sure they are quite a sight for sore eyes. We mainly dress to show interests and status. Also its part of the culture and its is mainly considered informal in my where and when to be under dressed, at least for older people."

"This knife seems to be hot, as its distorting the air around it. Is it magical?"

We use our paint for status. That and the weapons we keep. I am treated differently than my brother who uses the musket. He nodded down to the stone "sword" hung low at his hip.

His interest flew back to the kobold. A dragon? The greatest of all predators. They had long left my homeland after we freed ourselves from their bonds. To hold such a weapon would give you access to many treasures in my land.

Jethro had to wonder where the cats that the robed man sent scurrying came from, for he didn't notice them before. Maybe he brought them with him for a dramatic entrance. He shrugged it off as he watched the ominous figure seem to threaten the barkeep. He almost fell out of his chair at the request for cake, though.  He couldn't help but call out, "That will spoil your appetite, try the chicken and save the cake for dessert."

He looks at the "man" totally nonplussed.

"Yeah... we got angel food and pound cake.  What is your preference?"

Baal wakes up quickly and almost falls out of his chair. "I felt an evil presence just now." He looks around and notices the new patrons who entered the tavern. "Hmm". He looks over at Jethro and Parker. "Hey friends" He says to them trying to get their attention. "Who are the new guys?"

Ignoring the old man for a minute Parker looks at the halfling,

"The old bastard had a whole bunch of claws, and a mouth full of teeth."

Parker reaches into his bag and pulls out two more daggers of identical make as well as a couple of others that seem to be made from saw edged teeth.

"If you wanted to trade for one, I would not object."

The halfling gave it some serious thought. My people always carey trinkets and items for barter, trading is important to us. I have maybe two items of similar value, and one I could never trade. He pats the "sword" on his hip. This is the Tormentor blade, handed down from lore keeper to lore keeper.

He hobbles over to the kobold, forgetting to use the spear as his walking stick. From one of the pouches he pulls out a gold ring with a yellow diamond in its center. This is a Dusk Tiger ring, or ring of escape. Once before dusk and after dawn, and before dawn and after dusk it can turn you invisible and increase your speed for a few minutes. I have only used it once and it saved my life. He held it out with an open palm. The rest of my items are mere trinkets.
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Johanna woke up with a headache and pain in her ribcage. Last thing she remembered she was attacking a German entrechment and....a grenade? She leaned up to the discomfort of her side to see blood coming from the wound. The grenade must have hi her with shrapnel. Up ahead she sees what looks like...a old tavern there is noise inside and talking.

"Germans must have thought me dead so they must have dragged me back here,  but why?" Grabbing her weapons she she quickly runs into the establishment "Hands up!" But as soon as the words left her mouth she saw the inhabitants. Creaturs small and tall, normal na weird were all around. She collapsed to the floor in her 1st faint.
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Jetrho got up out of the chair and walked over to the soldier.  He recognized the equipment immediately, the M1 Garand and fatigues screamed American soldier from WWII.  But he was taken aback realizing he was a she, something not allowed in the 40s Army that he knew of.  He disengaged the rifle, and carried her over to the booth where he set up his guitar.

 As she came too he greeted her,
"Good Morning. You can relax, there are no krauts here."

Parker got a vast amount of amusement out of these humans that were evidently from worlds where they were the only sentient race that they knew about.  He moves over to help the bard, picking up the woman's strange weapon.  Some what similar to the Space Marine's weapon, but different.  He carefully sets in onto the table, out of her easy reach but within sight and with the dangerous end pointed towards the wall.  He hops up on the table to see if there is something he can assist with... he has always had a bit of a weakness for women, even humans with all of their ugliness.

"Barkeep, could we get a glass of water over here quickly."

"Jethro, is she hurt?"

She awakens to hear a man ask her something then goes uncontiuos from bloodloss.
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The beingof uspeakable evil exclaims at the choice. "Ooh! The angel food sounds lovely. I'll have some of that and some tea" He asks, putting some coins on the table, a few soaked in blood.

He sits down at the counter, the wood on the chair creaking and glowing dark.