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"Yes that sounds like a plan," Van said as it stood up "Do you wish to take the lead in the questions? I am aware I can be...off putting. Though perhaps if some are craving raw flesh then an interviewer who is mostly metal might be the better choice,"

Van slowly and stiffly made its way over to the stairs down to the inn rooms, stopping at the top. "That's assuming they'll be receptive to our canvassing though, which might be asking a bit much from them right now,"

"Sure, I bet I can think a few questions for them. Surely, they would want to answer after being cooped up in their rooms for a few days now."

George walks to and down the stairs and knocks on the closest door with three sharp raps.

"Hello Sir or Madam! We just want to ask a few questions, if you don't mind at all?"

Ethan contemplates how to tap the bunny on the shoulder without knocking him over completely, then settles for drumming his fingers on the bar in a way that's kind of rude, but hopefully less rude than grievous bodily harm. "Hey there, would you be interested in joining us for a ruin dive? Your friend is invited too, if he's done chatting with the staff."

"Hmm? A ruin dive? Sure why not, gotta make some money somehow."
George gulps down the rest of the cider hops off the stool, and addresses Van 264
"Whatcha think Van? A quick dive for some quick Gamels and to shake some rust off?"

She looks at you like you spoke in a foreign language.

"...We run an Inn. All the rooms are filled for free."

She then sighs, grabbing a mug from under the bar.

"Can ye handle dwarf cider? We got spiced cider from up north otherwise. One Gamel a mug for either. Got to make our money back somewheres."

"Right, stupid question to ask."
George takes out a coin from his belt pouch and plops it down  in front of the bartender.
"I'll take a mug of dwarf cider then."

It turned its gaze slowly to the door, its expression still unchanged. It was as if it forgot it could move the muscles of its face.
"Sadly though I think we will be as unlikely to have any new adventurers arrive as we are to meet another Van. I suspect you will be stuck with this old broken Runefolk,"

Right after ordering, George turns back to Van. Maybe a bit perturbed by its blank face, but he continues anyway.
"I suppose that would mean more glory and fame for each of us..."
Taking a second to glance around the hall, the fellow adventurers, and the empty chairs and tables.
"At least it looks like something from an adventure story. Bunch of adventurers who got together to save the innocents for fame, Gamels, or challenge, in a busy tavern full of patrons. Well, currently without the busy tavern part evidently."

The young beige-furred Tabbit with a totally real moustache and a holstered matchlock pistol by his hip, scanned the hall. His ears twitching as he inspected the other adventurers present in the inn. His eyes lingered for a bit too long on the Nightmare before snapping back to the bar. Climbing onto a stool, the Tabbit asked.
"Missus Bartender, how has business been going so far? Additionally may I also have something sweet? Like cider perhaps?."

Magick the dragon, gate, and tower 6 miles closer to the shore

Go upstairs, as quietly as possible

Like right now

Dorf: just fucken hammer Max or something