Rittenvos was merely an outpost, but the fact that so many people filled the common room of the inn, and earlier when Mari saw the lively market, showcased just how much travelers and explorers counted upon this small bastion of civilization. In order to keep the flow moving, adventurers and mercenaries were likely as needed as fresh water. Little surprise then when Ithaca brought Mari across the common room to the very low-end, shoddy table that was attached to the wall. Ithaca elbowed her way over and gave Mari space to step forward, and she found herself in the company of four people. 

Kane sat on the ground, for the chair wouldn't be able to keep him aloft without breaking. The beast of a warrior was likely twice the weight of an already big man. She could see his thick tail splayed out behind him, resting like the tail of a crocodile. Next to him was a far shorter but still very heavy and dense fellow, Orek. He had an air of mischief and intelligence to him, and again he seemed to be leaner than most would expect from Dwarves. Likely for his traveling lifestyle. His garb was leather and cloth, though undoubtedly he had finely wrought chainmail beneath his cloak. He smiled through his beard when he saw Ithaca walk over, his pipe in his teeth. 

"Oh, are ye coming with us lass? Or did ye bring someone to take yer place?" Orek asked slyly. 

Both Orek and Kane were on the right side of the table. On the left were two striking people. One was a lovely elven woman, her blonde hair tied in a bun, her shapely form in a [i]kalasiris[/i], a strange priestly robe. She seemed particularly haughty in nature, raising an eyebrow at Mari when she appeared. Beside her was Po, who was even more handsome up close. His eyes sparkled with a fire that promised humor and intellect, and his dark mane of hair was cut just halfway down his neck. He was likely tall, despite the fact he was seated. He gave a friendly smile, his full lips noticably on his tanned skin. 

"I know you'll be having a bit of a get together tomorrow. Seeing as I'm leaving, I thought I might give you a recommendation." Ithaca said, and Mari would be playfully pushed forward a bit by the Praelian. Apparently she was still a bit too tipsy to be completely professional.

"Hey," Po said casually, and he held his hand out to Mari to shake. "You were the warrior that made it here today, from the southern road?" 

"The one that riled the Dragon?" The Elf pipped in.

"No one riled the Dragon, pointy ear." Orek said. "'Least, no one here." 

"Phyrrae doesn't like other women cramping her style." Po joked, which caused the elf to clearly take offense at that suggestion, though she didn't speak immediately. 
[@Luminosity]