A large Elf Dripping wet trudges into the tavern..

*pushing his empty plate away"

"Im Androck, Professional... Professional. *burps, waving at the keep for a refill on his pint* "whats the name of this little burg?. I don't remember any settlements this big this far west of the Gap'

“My drink or something else? I’m afraid I’m not sure what you’re talking about…”

She takes her straw, stirring her cocktail, before taking a sip. “Ah, tastes just like magic!”

"Apologies, Whats the name of this town?",

A young woman in a black dress with long flowing sleeves walks into the tavern. She has a favor hanging from her belt with red and black quarters. Her eyes are sunken in and she has purple symbols behind her ears. She sees the two sitting at a table and walks over to take a seat.

"The drinks look to be flowing pretty heavily. Any occasion? "

*Stamps foot on the floor* "indeed, Dry land and a warm meal. By chance what is the name of this Town I have fortuitously washed up in?

"This is the port city of Volaire. Are you looking to make your way to some place in particular? "