(Day 2, Early Evening) A Scent of Home

[Whisper]

Of all the taverns in Sigil, the Green Mill was a favorite. They had the best evermead and good blackbark soup. But, that wasn't what Whisper liked about it. He looked over at Hush, curled up in a nearby corner. The cooshee was more comfortable here than in their place in the bazaar. That's what made the Green Mill special.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Ikkit generally avoided the Green Mill. The furniture was all the wrong size, the garbage bins seldom had anything that didn't rot too quickly to be of any value as salvage, and it smelled funny.

But any port in a storm, as it were, and it had been a profitable day thus far. He wanted to take a break, rest his feet, and maybe have a tipple.

So the short, baleful figure carrying a sack of rattling odds and ends shuffled into the bar with what might best be described as resignation.

Feh.

[Whisper]

As comfortable as he was, Hush still reacted quickly to any change in the environment. He didn't bark, of course, but he did sniff the air and look around. Following his companion's lead, Whisper looked towards the entrance.

Once they saw the goblin, they both returned to as they had been. They had seen him once or twice in the Bazaar or elsewhere in Sigil.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Ikkit stumped over to the bar, set the sack down, and made the climb up to stand on a barstool to survey what was on offer.

Sweet, sweet, sweet... Feh. Elves.

He figured he'd be kept waiting a while to make his order, but that was fine. A guy everyone called "the Bastard" wasn't exactly expecting warm welcomes anywhere.

He did spare the cooshee a glance, though. In his experience, they were usually the brains of the operation.

[Illiam'iira]

A starting to get familiar to others drow peeks her head inside and waits to see if she's gonna get run out or not. (Can't be worse than the times someone's threatened to hang her with her own guts!) As she glances over the tavern, she spots Ikkit and Hush and begins waving at both with a grin while mouthing 'hi!'

[Whisper]

Recognizing a scent, Hush rises to his feet and pads over to the drowned.

Whisper got up as well, walking to the bar to get a refill.

[Illiam'iira]

Recognizing a scent, Hush rises to his feet and pads over to the drowned.

Stepping inside so as not to block the door, Illi finds a good place to crouch, all the better for cuddle access to Hush. "Hey sweet boy! How're you? You been good? You had a good day?" She pays particular attention to his face and ears, hoping to find a 'sweet spot' for future scritches! "Now where's your daddy huh..." It only takes her a moment to catch the spooky genasi. She smiles a little before returning her focus on the cooshee.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Spitting the movement, Ikkit turned and gave the barmy drow a wave.

And the cooshee verified his opinion by going over to the brave little Clueless.

[Whisper]

"What are you drinking?" he asked the goblin.

[Illiam'iira]

Once Hush seems right bored of the attention Illiam'iira will stand and stretch, soon waltzing over to join Whisper and Ikkit with a big, sweet smile. "Hello!"