The tension between the two groups catch Arcamas and Aelvan off guard. Both waiting for something to escalte but were relaxed when nothing but cheers came from the room.
"Where could that oaf be," Aelvan asked. "He should be here by now."
"Patience dear cousin, Luther has been know to wander," said Arcamas with a sarcastic tone. Both knew Luther was a boastfull man. There was no question that he was off talking of a great adventure. The door opened an light crept into the dimly lit tavern. A great bellow came from outside and both knew it was Luther. The Lightly armored paladin walked in and raised a hand to Whisp and the rest of the group. He walked over to the two cousins and grasp them both in his arms.
"Good to see you lad and lass," he said with a laugh.
The two elves looked around to see if any were watching. Arcamas blushed while Aelvan squirmed to get away.
"Good to see you too Luther," said Aelvan, "We figured you had lost you way."
"HAHA, I know stormreach like the back of my hand, I was only asking around for some information about the kobold's in this area."
The two nodded as it was a previous topic of dicussion. The three then sat down where luther ordered a meal from the local barmade and slapped at her behind as she left laughing in a deep tone.

Kaeledan chuckled silently to himself as he watched the strange man walk away.
"Humans, always in a hurry..."

Pulling back the last few drops out of his wine glass, Kaeledan strolled to the large group of people and bowed deeply to Whisp.

"Kaeledan Eversong, good madam," glancing at the others assembled there, "please forgive my intrusion, but I believe you are the people I have been looking for. My services are at your calling!"

Krindaria rubbed her forehead, trying to relieve the headache that was coming over her. In a matter of heartbeats it was as if the once moderately filled tavern had filled with more and more...elves. Not that that was a bad thing, because she had spent some time with the fair folk and enjoyed their company.

Wouldn't have thought an inn by the name of 'The Troll's Head' would have been a suitable name for an elven establishment, she thought wryly to herself as she smiled at Sho and Whisp.

"While I have to say I have no idea what my brother's plans were, he obviously knows about you and what kind of guild you are. That is enough for me. Where he goes, I go." She nodded and raised her glass in a quiet toast for the table, more at ease about the rooms lowering tension, but getting rather uneasy about the influx of people. While she loved cities and people of all races, she'd always had a problem with too many people in too little of a space.

Salvin patted his sister on the shoulder, sensing her disquiet and it's reason and copied her raised glass, "May our meeting be fruitful...and if not, may we part as friends."

The siblings drank of their hosts wine appreciatively, Krindaria even more so, being the connoisseur of the two.

"I brought my belongings from the Dingy, since I wasn't sure if you'd be staying," Krindaria began but her voice fell away as the door burst open and yet another of the elven race walked in.

He introduced himself loudly, jarring quite a few of the conversations in a room to a halt, then brandished and threw several daggers into an pillar. Krindaria and Salvin both ducked instinctively in tandem, since being taller than most of the room, they didn't want to sport new haircuts.

She turned back to her table companions, noticing immediately Whisp was up and had moved across the room to one of the newcomers without her even noticing in that brief moment. Shrugging, she asked Sho grinning in good humor, "Not to be...well...I'll just come out and say it, but is the Troll's Head always this full of your people, or is this a holiday?"

Krindaria raised a dark eyebrow at the fair-haired elf that came up and stood next to their table and spoke to her.

She started to speak, her face suddenly flush with indignation but Salvin swiftly put a hand on her wrist, calming her and spoke up.

"My sister is just feeling overcrowded is all. You'll forgive her obvious discomfort of course?" He politely motioned for the waitress and ordered more food for the table, motioning for the newcomers to bring more chairs and make themselves comfortable.

Krin sighed and rolled her eyes and spoke softly, "I tend to get...disquieted sometimes when it gets overcrowded too fast. It has to do with a well and a bucket of fish...don't ask." She glared at her brother daring him to tell the tale. Taking a deep breath, she eased her mind and forced herself to enjoy herself again, reminding herself that she was reunited with her sibling again and nothing should take away from that...and the food. Spoiling her meal was tantamount to a sin.

"And for goodness sakes...kindly don't call me a lady," she chuckled as she began to enjoy her repast again.

 “Darn! Where were all these new patrons coming from.” Whips wondered to herself. It was like fighting glass spiders with a mace. No sooner had you quashed on spider then 4 more appeared in its place. Her table was getting crowded and people were milling around her and the siblings.

Whisp had no love for crowds and especially crowds that were focused on her. She started to squirm. Whisp loved being in control of all situations. To be the puppet master. But with so many puppets to keep track of strings were inevitably going to get crossed and then mistakes could occur or thing go unseen. Chaos was not for Whisp.

She then heard a faint parting of the air. She strained her ears slightly to get a bead on the noise, all the while politely smiling and nodding at her guests. She new that sound but from where. Her mind raced trying to get an image of what could be making the noise. Then it struck her daggers.

Crap! She was out of place and vulnerable to attack. She stood abruptly and deftly moved left hoping to catch a glimpse of the assailant. Then heard the thud, thud, thud, thud, thud of metal and wood meeting. She glanced left and saw the daggers stuck in the wood. She then scanned the route they had flown to find their owner.

Oh great a fricken bard. She cursed. Was he of poor aim, trying to show his skill to the crowd, or trying to get her attention, she had no idea, and did not want to find out the hard way. Better to have him close where she could strike quickly then have him afar, she thought.

“Welcome young bard. Your skill with the daggers is impressive but might I suggest a less grandiose entrance if you wish to live.” Whisp scowled, she then made a gesture to an imaginary team mate that they could put there weapons down. “No need to kill him. Yet.” An evil smile crept across her lips.

Then Whisp also noticed the movements of an elf towards the table. Words flowed off his lips like sweet wine, but Whisp would have none of it. “Another bard.” She stated her hands up in disgust. “I must remember to have a word with the inn keeper about whom he lets in to his establishments.” Whisp did her best impression of the gracious host smile.

“Gentlemen, and by the looks of you both I am using that term very loosely, pull up a seat if you wish, but the price of admission is a drink for every person who sits at this table. Oh and gentlemen would you mind so kindly to give what weapons you have left to Sho and Biff here,” she pointed to the elf at her side and the human across the table, “for safe keeping.”