Sparrow roles his eyes, stopping for a moment to wipe the water off his chest. He ignored the nickname and continued to quietly play the tune he had learned in his hometown. He wasn't a very good player, but the sounds weren't awful. Suddenly the door literally burst open and a man in what appeared to be rock-armor entered the small tavern. Apparently he was buying drinks for everyone, which Sparrow was more than happy to do. After a few moments more of playing he approached a nearby table and sat down, glancing around the tavern. 

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Eli got up from the bar, making room for the newcomers, some still dripping with rain. She went to sit near the sleeping man, as she assumed his unconscious body wouldn't mind her company. She sat down, glancing at the Satyr who was being mocked. His horns had a certain appeal to them, but she wouldn't want those on her head. She couldn't tell if the woman was making those comments in jest or if she was purposely trying to offend people. Eli glanced towards the door as a scrawny man in brown robes entered, but she paid him no mind. He sat down at the table with Satyr, and began a quiet but friendly conversation with the Fey creature.