The door swings open...

[Ace]

And into the tavern steps an elf with ears so long that they stick out past his frizzed-out hair. Hair, by the way, that he is nervously trying to smooth down. As usual, he wears naught but tall black boots and wrap pants. He strides across the tavern, to the missive wall. From out of his pouch he draws a scrap of parchment and a long black quill. Scrawling on it, he posts the missive to the wall, then walks back across the tavern and into the kitchen. and into the kitchen. A few moments later, he steps out of the kitchen with a plate of food and a pewter chalice. He sits and begins to eat, eyeing his chalice suspiciously

[Caldpatrick]

An elf walks over from the other side of the tavern, Wearing hunter green pants, black soft leather chestguard, and a green hood covering his pointed ears, sitting across from Syl, smiling at him, "How are you doing brother?" the elf points at your chalice.

[Ace]

"I am doing well... and yourself?" Syl replies, without looking away from his chalice

[Caldpatrick]

The elf looks around, then back to you, "Oh I am doing well as general, still breathing, so I guess the situation could be worse then it is, but always could get better." The elf starts unloading green vials onto the table.

[Ace]

Syl chugs the liquid in his chalice, and turns it upside-down. He smiles at Vel, and says "Did you hear? I'm a confinist now! You wouldn't happen to have any Web or Trance scrolls, would you?"

[Caldpatrick]

"Confinist, hmm, I do have some of both back in the place of residence, not on me, and congratulations, learned it from Guildmaster Deacon I presume?" the elf eyes your chalice shifting his vials around.

[Ace]

"Awesome, I'll buy them from you and (the rest is lost in a whisper)" Syl  leans back and looks at his still-upside-down chalice.

[Caldpatrick]

The elf smiles and nods, tossing a vial up in the air then smiling large as it falls down and lands back in the palm of my hand, "Why are you eying your drink so much?"

[Ace]

The elf smiles ear to ear, which is a long way if no one has noticed.
"Because the last time I sat with you, you taught me a valuable lesson. I do not need a refresher course. Not that I minded, eh Vel?" He smiles again, looks over at the missive board, and jumps up from the table. He strides quickly across the tavern, scibbles something on his missive, and sits back down across from the other elf.
"But seriously. I'm looking for Disarm, Trance, and Web scrolls. Also, any word on the fish head people? I'm starting to get nervous." As he says this, he readjusts the bone knife in his left boot

[Caldpatrick]

The elf looks at you oddly, "As for the fish people I am not sure, when the grove was told by town to stay behind when it was an issue, so as to what happened there, I do not know." the elf starts moving his vials around sorting them by tints, "But hey a good lesson learned amongst friends, is better then one learned amongst enemies, and as for the scrolls, I'm sure I have some somewhere around my wreck of a home."

[Ashe]

A third elf walks in, long ears extending high above her head. She pauses a moment then waves to the other two at the table as she walks into the kitchen. She returns a few minutes later with a plate of food and a chalice. Stopping at the wall, she looks over the missives and then turns to the table. She bows politely. "Hello, brothers. I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I join you here?"

[Caldpatrick]

Vel, turns to the lady and bows his head, "I have no issues with this, how about you syl?" the elf says as he clears the table of all vials, carefully putting them in pouches.

[Ace]

"Not at all, not at all!" He says with a wry smile at Vel.
"On the same hand, to both of you, I am looking at getting some clothes made from some friends of mine in a port town not to far from here. I have excess trade materials if anyone wants anything"

[Caldpatrick]

Peaking Vel's interest, "I am looking for a green shirt, long sleeved, I can't seem to find one anywhere! Hunter green or dark green sounds nice, is this possible?" the elf reaches into his pouch jingling coin.

[Ashe]

The lady sits down at the table beside Syl and listened for a moment.  "I could use some clothing in some deeper colors than I already have, if that is at all possible. " She also reached down into her pouch, keeping an eye on her drink.