A man, a very large man pushes his way inside the Golden Pelican his features hidden by a heavy brown cloak that drags the floor at his feet. He sets down at a shadowed table and throws back his hood revealing a face that is both craggy and stern as well as unforgettable. His long hair and beard are like a frozen blizzard of steel gray but his most striking feature are his eyes which are a startling violet color.

He motions for service and in an oddly accented voice orders a Pint and a single malt neat as he produces a tankard of ornate silver from the folds of his cloak.
[B]Gathered[/B] he growls tapping the tankard.

The elf takes the heavy vessel to the taps and drops first a heavy douse of whiskey into it's lidded confines and then tops it with the house brew. The tankard is decorated with scenes of what appear to be two large sailing ships engaged in each others destruction one ship flies the Jack and the other the Skull as their top pennants.

Soon the tankard sits before it's master lid swung open after a long pull on it's contents. The tavern's brew foams his heavy mustache which he wipes away with the back of a heavy black brocaded sleeve as he sits with an air of solitude among the other patrons.

Moments later.........

Melody walks back into the Pelican wearing very little when compared to most witches skintight top of red and matching shorts that appear to be merely painted on. Her dark hair catches the light glowing in waves as she moves towards the stairs intent on heading up an changing into more appropriate clothing when the huge man suddenly stands knocking over his chair.

Melody attracted to the noise turns to look and her face lights up.

[B]Uncle Drake![/B] she squeals in delight throwing herself into his arms disappearing in their embrace.

The huge man chuckles as he squeezes her briefly then pushes her back looking her up and down before saying
[B]Ma lass is cheek moren should be dasplaid ya be showin, hav ya no care O' the fait heart O' tha lads O' por Langdon ton?[/B] 

Melody laughs musically 
[B]Tis na me car O' thos so fait as ta be trobl by ma form, an were tha so fait as ta na be customed then na care nor note if I car fer em[/B]

[B] "Away Wit ya O' tribblin seren an mor proper present fer tis news I have an O' import it is"[/B] says the huge man as with a snap he sets right his tumbled chair before sitting back down.

Melody grins an gives him a mock curtsy before heading up stairs to change..

Aella sitting at the bar observing the exchange gives a startled quirk of her left eyebrow when she hears Melody call the man Drake. It's confirmed when she hears the man's heavy accent which some might mistake for Scott but is a bit farther west.

"This is proving a most interesting morn" she whispers to herself an then takes another sip of tea.