Beren and Calanon both turned to the Knight, Carver, as he greeted them. Calanon's smile was polite, but Beren's grin was more enthusiastic, as if to say 'I approve' to the Knight's manner. "Well met." Beren said, nodding. "Hello," Calanon added. His bow was formal but warm. Before they could get into a conversation however, Settionne's extravagant and loud entrance had them all glancing his way. A wave from Beren was what he managed to get from the confused looks. 

They were so confused for a second that they didn't pay much notice to the adventurous and confident woman that strode in after, other than civil smiles in greeting. All of them seemed to enter one after the other in such a fashion that, the Warrior Monk and Ranger seemed surprised to see Yaroslav walk within in such a manner, albeit less so than they normally would from the colorful characters around them. He didn't seem hurt, and the barman didn't seem to surprised, so they kept their mouths shut for a moment.

After a moment or two of mingling, it seemed their chance of getting to know one another would be cut short for a minute. Dirk seemed a bit perturbed by the bloodied mystic and the overzealous, rogueish looking character. If one looked close enough, they'd see the bottom of his left eye twitching ever so slightly. 

"Alright now," he said to Mira and Edryd, waving them up. "Sit your asses over to the table that was presented for you." he continued, eyeing Mira more than Edryd, but gave a gruff nod for him to move as well. He seemed like a guy you didn't want to piss off, and Mira knew it was true from her previous visits here. Dirk never hired a bouncer because he did the rough work himself. The man wasn't a stranger to conflict, as an Ex-Mercenary. 

As if on cue, Elven servants wearing silver and blue vests began wading out of the back, each holding plates with the most exquisite of foods. The smell was mouth watering. Salted pork, warm Honey Ham, and a freshly cooked Turkey was placed in the center of the dining table, surrounded by potatoes, peas, apples, and various other appetizers being systematically placed down before them. 

One Elf with short cropped red hair and blue eyes that danced in the candle light looked to Yaroslav and retrieved a cloth out of his vest pocket. "Um, my good...sir. Would you like to clean yourself off a bit?" Despite Mira and Edryd's drinks, their goblets were filled with wine just as every other Goblet was. Beren raised his hand. "Can I have some water?"
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