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"Thanks," said Rage, about the same time as Owle. He, too, was responding to the stranger's comment about the place, but quieted down when Owle extended the (proverbial) olive branch. At least things were picking up around here, and there was already someone willing to help out. Maybe things would turn out okay this time around. Now he could be a full-time bouncer... that should be fun.

A mischievous smile began to cross his lips.

Meanwhile, Ryu let out what might be considered a belch, coming from a cat, and continued to eat. One chicken breast and one steak down and it showed no signs of stopping.

Owle smiled, seeing that Sam was enjoying the bread...that hadn't been a complete failure. She quickly turned her attention back to Paul.

"Owle Isohos. Pleased to meet you." She would normally have held out a hand to shake, but she was busy fetching his ale.

"Ethere's an interesting name, what region do you hail from?"

Owle filled a mug up to the brim, then set it in front of him. Room temperature, as he'd requested.

"You'd be surprised what we'd believe around here," Owle said with a grin. "And I'm glad you like it."

Since no one else demanded her attention at the moment, she prompted. "Go on...try us."

"From a star?" Owle asked, blinking. Okay, that was a bit unusual...

"Wouldn't that be, you know, hot?"

She had read somewhere once that stars were generally great big balls of fire...though, wait, couldn't some of the planets be seen as stars?

She had no idea. Maybe she'd just let him go on confusing her. "So, what brings you here? Seems a pretty long way to travel."

"No offense or nothing," said Rage, jumping in, "but this is a tavern after all. A place to socialize and tell some tall tales, or truthful ones." He had re-entered the entrance of the building from the kitchen, looking over his shoulder briefly. He had once again put a few different items on the grill (including a few different kinds of vegetables, now that there were more people around) and he was trying to keep an eye on it. Shouldn't be too much longer.

Damian opens the door quietly and goes to sit down on the nearest stool. As he walks its obvious his dark heavy trenchcoat and the dark clothing underneath is soaked as his footsteps cause a puddle of water where he walks. He sits down and the sword at his side bangs briefly against the floor. He looks around and says "Please can I get some ale? I have money but I don't know if its good here." He reaches inside the trench coat and grabs a little pouch and opens it. He pours the pouch out and several large shiney gold coins and a few smaller silver coins pour out. "Will this be enough?" he says with a hopeful voice.

"No," he says shaking his head and accepting the mug,"Its not raining. The reason I'm wet is because I had to swim to shore. I guess its lucky that I saw this place." He looks arounds and upon seeing the nonhuman he goes," I guess you guys are more lenient than back home. Back home if yoou showed any trace of being anything except pure human you were killed or worked as a slave." He shrugs off the wet trenchcoat and lets it hit the floor with a plop. He is now clad in a dark grey vest with a black shirt under it and black trousers. "I guess it would be easy for you to guess my favorite color." he says chuckling. A few seconds later eight black hairy extensions come out of his back the longest two being roughly 3 feet from where they extend from the back to the tip. They all resemble spider legs. "It feels so good to extend these and not have them hidden under this trenchcoat all the time. "