Entering the Rusty Dragon the first thing that hits the party is the delightful smell. With so many Inns and taverns smelling of stale beer and sweat, being assailed by the smell of spicy food and fresh baked bread makes for a pleasant change. The party find a table at the back and are shortly approached by an attractive busty waitress who introduces herself as Livell. Livell informs the party that drinks can be ordered from table with food, but otherwise from the bar and offers menus to each member of the party then disappears to run some food.
The party deliberate over their food choices and upon Livell’s return Quinta shouts a round of drinks, Knoch two more and each a selection from the menu. Kaben, ever aware concentrates more on the banter within the Inn than that of his colleagues and overhears rumours of one of the wealthier residents of Sandpoint, Lonjiku Kaijitsu, being disillusioned with the town and looking to upsticks back to Magnimar. It would appear that Lonjiku is the owner of the local glassworks as well as being the father of the proprietor of the Rusty Dragon, Ameiko Kaijitsu.
Livell shortly returns, first with ale then with food, making a three trips and places a number of mouth watering dishes on the table, Meat Ragu with fresh bread, Spiced Prawns, Peppered Noodles, Spicy Chicken with herby potatoes and two portions of Ham Croquettes with Kale. Knoch, his second ale already quaffed, tucks in ravenously as does Roach, when not waxing lyrical about his days as a River Rat on the Yondabakari, whereas the other three eat whilst chatting amongst themselves and taking in goings on in the Inn.
As the party are eating a young lady, clearly of Tian descent, her hair distinctive with white forelocks, burst out of what the party presume is the kitchen.
“Good afternoon everybody, hope you’re all enjoying the hospitality of the Rusty Dragon, a quick reminder that we’re open later than normal tonight. Just because the festivities for the festival don’t officially start till tomorrow, who says we cant have our own festivities today. We’ll have bards performing later in the evening and dancing, I’m pretty sure there’ll be dancing, well if no one is I probably will be”
As quick as she arrives in the room, she is gone, a whirling dervish of energy. Quinta meanwhile divides up the money from the butterfly delivery, sorting out the money Kaben was owed from the trip, then divvying up accordingly.
Roach boasts of his dancing prowess, whereas Quinta grabs the attention of Livell with regards accommodation. Rooms are booked, though Roach having to make do with sofa space and the party goes up to drop off gear (Knoch making a stop at the bar to purchase a bottle of rum) and freshen up prior to the evening of revelry in the tavern. Kaben is feeling a little unwell from the effects of the first drink.
On returning to the bar another round is ordered (by Knoch) though the party is unable, despite Denessia asking a waitress, to find table space as the taproom has filled up somewhat whilst the party were upstairs. Whilst the four others sup their ales, Quinta moves around the room seeing if she can pick up any tidbits of information. She a rumour about a young lady, Katrine Vinder, having a fling with an employee at the lumber mill and also that a LOT of the men here are looking forward to whatever game the Pixies Kitten puts on for the day. From the tone and the nature of the conversations, she guesses this is the local brothel.
The ale begins to take effect on the party members, with them feeling a little lightheaded, all except Knoch who is fine, despite having consumed nigh on triple the amount of everyone else.
For the second time, the young Tian comes bursting out the kitchen
“Evening ladies and gents, the evenings entertainment will be starting shortly and we’ll be stopping food until suppertime, whilst the bards are playing”
There’s a small groan from those in the pub
“But the ale will still be flowing at the bar”
A big cheer
“Enjoy the show and please, please, don’t be afraid to get up and dance, I’ll be dancing, and I can be embarrassing, so no matter how bad you are, there’ll always be someone worse”
Chuckles and laughs and even a cry of “Bagsy the first dance with you then Ameiko!” follows. At this point, Kaben realising there’s no way he feels well enough to consume his second drink, gives it to Knoch and politely makes his excuses, making his way up to the room. Quinta, still eavesdropping everywhere picks up some banter between two regulars, suppressing a smile at their bickering, discussing the relationship between town sherriff, Belor Hemlock and brothel owner, Kaye Tessarani
“It’s not right, it’s an abuse of power, that’s what it is, he might not get free services, but it’s still a fine looking woman to have on tap. Bet she wouldn’t give him a second glance if he wasn’t sherriff”
“Yeah”, the older of the two guys laughs, “Because her attention would quite clearly be focused on you then, heh, Dillan?”
“Oh shut up Drall! That’s not what I was getting at”.
The bardish group start to set up and shortly after he lead bard, all decked out in tight fitting clothes and a floppy brushed sideways haircut, steps up
“Good evening everybody, we are The Desnan League and we’ll be your entertainment for the evening, playing songs old and new, lively, melancholy…and romantic. Enjoy, get your dancing shoes on and let your hair down. 1..2..3…”
The band break into song opening with a well known Varisian jig
Ameiko calls out
“OK Direnne, you said you wanted the first dance, so get your hand round my waist and whirl me around”
Direnne happily obliges and three other couples also hit the floor. Roach follows suit and surprisingly, to the other party members anyway, seems quite good, though he dances in very much an attention grabbing style. Knoch gyrates on the spot, waving his arms in the air, slightly out of time with the beat. Denessia meanwhile decides she wants to dance pretty much as the band slip into the slower numbers at the end. Murmurs around the pub when Belor and Kaye come in together, grab a drink then hit the floor for a very close, slow dance.
Finally the lead bard makes an announcement.
“And to finish off here’s a little song of our own, it’s a tongue in cheek number about unrequited love, we call it ‘Orc, don’t you want me?’”
There’s a small ripple of applause and the Desnan League play their catchy little tune, with folk joining in on the chorus after the first time. They wrap up the number with the lead singer making a parting shot with
“I’m Phyll Oakleaf and we were the Desnan League, thankyou and goodnight”
The majority of the crowd leave, though a few stay around, what with the kitchen re-opening for supper and a few having that need to drink for as long as the bar is open. The party however make their way up to their respective rooms and retire for the night