Yvah took the beverage and let her eyes loom over it for a moment. [i]"Ah, we meet again, old friend,"[/i] she mouthed wordlessly. She had a feeling that would be something she'd say often in this town. With a wince, she poured the bubbling drink down with markedly more struggle than her tiefling counterpart. A moment of silence passed as she allowed the alcohol to settle, or rather burn its way into her, before it was broken with a, [i]hic![/i] Yvah was certainly no tavern dwarf. 

"Yknow I'm the one that gets on people's backs, right?" She plays coy, but she's not as good at the game as the barkeep. Yvah seemed for a moment, almost wistful, staring past the wall behind him. Knuckles clacked against the surface of the bar to a staccato beat only she could hear. A meaningful glance made its way to Racchus after the knocking, at which point the stool next to her was occupied by the half-elf. 

"Unless you're opening a tab, that's safe enough." Yvah nudged Ary on the shoulder, turned toward her with the familiar sunny, reassuring composure. 

With that, Yvah composed a gleaming coin between her fingers and flipped it through the air to land roughly in front of Racchus. "The big guy needs a stiff drink. He almost died today," she said with eerie cheerfulness. "And we'll be needing our keys. Ten hours." A furred hand outstretched, just covering the golden, gilded coin she just offered, open and ready to take. 

As she waited for Racchus to shuffle through to get the keys, Yvah leaned past Araerys to address the other elven member of their company. "He won't bite, promise," she reassured Ceria and glanced over to the goblin attempting to look as uninviting as possible, directing the comment. 

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