Etzul pushed open the door to the tavern and glanced around. So far there was a pandaren who seemed to be getting a drink refill. The pandaren looked like she could be some sort of captain, certainly uncouth enough for the handwriting of the return letter. Etzul sat nearby. “You Captain Aorasia I take it?” She said, looking over at the pandaren. She flagged the barkeeper down. “A glass of your finest wine please.”Aorasia set her tankard down and looked over to the Blood Elf who entered the tavern first. She mentally went through all of the letters of interest she had received previously. It wasn't until she asked for wine that a particular letter stood out. One adorned with needlessly flowy words. Pretzel or something?
"Aye, I be th' cap'n that ye be lookin' fer." She said gesturing to a nearby seat at the bar. "Ye wouldna be that Death Knight fellow now would ye?" She asked before taking another drink. Venrik looked to his new patron and took a deep breath. "We only have one wine here, ma'am." Venrik said as he started making his way to a cabinet full of bottles.
"Dodocrap Ven. I know ye got better booze than that swill. I helped ye carry th' damned crate in here." Aorasia countered the bartender.
The bartender gave the pandaren a pointed look, but closed the bottle cabinet regardless and and went over to a locked chest. He took out a key and opened the chest before pulling out a much ornate bottle than the dusty bottle of wine with a faded label that could be seen in the cabinet. "You know I don't sell my private stock, Aorasia." He complained to the captain.
"Aye, but this lass be here t' join me adventure. Treat her well." Aorasia continued. Venrik relented and looked towards Eztul. "The best I have for you is a bottle of Aged Dalaran Red." He said as he looked around for a glass to pour the beverage into.
As Mortre entered the tavern, she immediately was grateful for her decision to leave Sterixia at home. There was a pandaren already in there, she assumed the captain of the voyage, as well as someone who should be dead. Mortre took a seat in a corner away from the two, her eyes on the death knight. How… She was so certain her spikes stopped the woman. Mortre slowly opened her violin case and grabbed one of her spell song crystals. It that woman caught her with her guard down… well, she wouldn’t be caught out like that. For now, she would stay alert and observe.As he did, the next adventurer entered the tavern. A worgen, not exactly uncommon in Freehold, but if looks could kill, the Death Knight would be a puddle on the ground.
Aorasia raised an eyebrow at the look. If those two had history, it would be harder to maintain crew morale if they were constantly in conflict. However, when she drew out the violin, the Pandaren knew that she must be the bard who had answered her call. "I'll be damned. I thought ye might 'ave been jokin' about th' Bard part. As long as ye can handle yourself, I care nah fer yer profession. Welcome t' Freehold." There was something more to the Worgen than what Aorasia was seeing, she was sure of it. Even without a weapon in sight, the pirate had the feeling that engaging the bard in combat would be folly.
Soft, sinister whispers assaulted her mind as she glanced around the Tavern, “why would we do that?” she asked no one as she took note those who had already arrived a Blood Elf and A Worgen she thought. There was something about the two that Eryl couldn't place but she pushed it from her mind as she turned to the Pandaren, “You must be Captain Stormpaw,” She excitedly thrust an open hand right in front of the Captain, “You look exactly like they said you would.”
"They?" Aorasia asked cautiously. "Ye better nah be from th' Admiralty. I shall nah suffer turncoats aboard me vessel." She warned as she accepted the elf's handshake. Examining the newcomer once again, she had the feeling that perhaps not both her oars were in the water. Yet, the tingle of potent magics made her fur stand on end. As long as she could keep this 'we' from interfering with the quest she would be a big help.