Some of the men offer Robin a drink

"Here you go!" Robin said as she set down the row of mugs on one of the tavern tables with a series of rattling clanks. Though she had no more experience than the rest of them, it seemed like what Bartouse had said was true-- this really was as easy as could be. As long as she kept a friendly smile, all the customers seemed to love her. This table even gave a small cheer as they raised their glasses to her in a toast.

She had tried pursuing the mission at first, giving very subtle hints as to the tome they were here in search of, but found the task rather difficult. Most of the patrons either outright ignored her question, or seemed confused and far too prodding in their responses. Eventually she found herself sort of hovering around the one table that had responded best to her questioning, though she still was far from confident that they knew much of use.

"Here's to you, lass!" one of the men said, a broad-chested man who's faintly elegant features seemed to suggest a faint hint of elven blood mixed into his history some where generations back. "For getting Ol' Shivey's back on its feet! I thought the best of her days were behind her, but you ladies came through and brought her back!"

The rest of the table gave their agreement and their glasses were lifted, but right before they could drink, the man spoke up. "Wait just a minute! It's hardly fair, I think that our lovely friend here can't share in our celebration!"

"Oh, well that's kind of you, but I don't think I need to--" Robin started to say, but a full mug was already being pressed into her hands by a large chested, dark skinned woman who's wide grin was the same as any man at the table.

"Nonsense, girl!" One of the other men said. "To Ol' Shivey's" the glasses went up once again, and with a shrug, Robin brought hers up as well. Having never really drank **** before, Robin found that it tasted far better than she had expected, leaving a sort of warm afterglow in her stomach and a faint aftertaste of caramel. Before she knew it she had drained the whole glass.

Robin looked up to see faces grinning back at her with an look of admiration and acceptance. "Damn, lass! You sure know how to drink!" the vaguely elven man said, earning a round of laughter from the table. Not entirely sure what about it was so funny, but feeling pleasantly loose and relaxed, Robin joined in their laughter, only laughing even harder when one of the man slapped her on the back with a strong hand.

The rest of the Bravos were still running around carrying drinks and whatnot, and they seemed to have it mostly under control. So when one of the men handed her another drink and the vaguely elven man, who she found was named Dariel, offered her part of his seat, Robin readily accepted.