These three catfolk wander as one until one stops just a few feet from your tabletop.
"Hey, Jen! How's about that table?"
A scratchy voice comes from the Rakasta who points a clawed finger towards the table beneath your feet while the Tabaxi... Jen, gives it a narrow eyed glare.
"It's a mess. Why would we take a messy table, Cam?" Her voice is quiet, like the murmur of a river, but clear enough to be heard from the other side of this frothy glass you lie behind. The longbow strapped onto her back moves with her as she folds her arms.
The Rakasta, now known as Cam, reveals a dagger hitched to the belt of his pants as he points towards a Kobold hauling off a platter of frothing tankards to a nearby table, before responding. "That wench there was eyeing it up, she's about to clean it!"
"Then we'll get our drinks that much sooner... How does that sound, Zeo?" Jen looks toward the silent Leonin, the metal hilt of the great sword on his back is easily distinguishable behind his head as he sleepily looks up.
"Mm? Whatever gets us seated." His smooth, bass voice carries over the general chaos a very merry and very intoxicated dwarf causes while dancing on his table, downing the pint in his hand with one quaff and tossing it over his shoulder to be smoothly caught by the little wench's now empty tray.
You've never heard of any of them, but it seems like they're using nicknames. Seem like adventurers as well, judging from the equipment they're all carrying. You'd better focus on this trio, because they're headed your way!
Jen leads the cat pack toward the table with a jerk of her head. Her bosom bounces beneath the metal clamp fastening her cloak to her neck until she lightly seats herself in one quick motion. She lets her spotted arm rest on the table for a second before turning tail and watching the room behind her.
Zeo's seat groans as he seats his bulk upon it, he wastes no time in stretching his paws and curling his arms around his head, taking a quick cat nap on the table.
Meanwhile, Cam bounces onto his own stool and brings his furry feet up and onto the table. The little liquid that remains in your tankard sloshes around as he nudges it aside with his left foot and pulls out his lute. He plays a simple tone as his clawed toes curl inwards with each third note he plucks.
Well, but maybe one of these cats will help you... If you can get their attention. None of them seem to have noticed your three inch high presence, but you can change that! You go towards...
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