"Halfi, go get me a beer as Big as you, Then come help skin boar," Tugg Said to the halfling assistent he had been lend, he had heard things about halfings, that they made great food, and where an amble and good replacement for gnoblers, they made better food and tasted better.
The stands in the tent had been made for hafling size to sell to humans, witch meant for what might be several strides for a halfing, was barely a step, for Tugg, for as he send his own assistent to get him beer, he could within moments have scurriers up a varity of the dishes being served, he took a few of the lamp chops, delicius, the ham and bacon Went good with the peppers, even if he needed to take a bunch from the plate to get a propper taste.
And so on Tugg did take an ogre sized sample from pretty much everything, witch might Josef the chef a bit, but it ment that the hungry ogre properbly wouldent eat him.
After that Tugg started skinning the boar, carefull by ogre standards, he could make a new pair of pants with these, and Its thick hide would help against things trying to stab his legs. And after that, he would work with all the boar Meat, grill, cook, salt and have the halflings show him some things

Khelandria nodded her head in respectful thanks and went with the nurses to her tent. Here, everything had been made ready in a style that she had to concede was just perfect. Soft carpets covered the floor of the tent, and the bed looked inviting. The Witch Elf had been travelling for a while, and the brief respite she had looked for at the inn had turned into a brawl (and before she could eat the delicious stew, as well.) So it was a real pleasure to be in decent surroundings. She stretched languidly, dropping her pack at the foot of the bed and bending to take off her boots.

Once the sound of pouring water alerted her to the nurses again, she drew aside the curtain and thanked them warmly. The tub looked so inviting ... She returned to her pack, and rummaged around for some dried petals and her soap. She made sure that the door of the tent was closed tight against drafts, lit a lamp and brought the small table with its bowl of grapes (a thoughtful touch, that) and set one of her daggers down beside it. Being from Naggaroth, she always expected some kind of assassination attempt, even though she was usually happy to be proved wrong, so she did this without thinking. She gathered everything she needed for her bath, then stripped off with the unselfconscious abandon of a warrior who spends most of her time wearing as little as possible, the better to show off the fruits of bloody slaughter. Humming a little tune, Khelandria sprinkled the dried petals on the water, stirring it with a hand to check the temperature before sliding in.

Ahhhhhhhh.

Kristoff nodded absentmindedly as the the priestess warned him about drinking, trying to limit him to only three pints. Three! He drank more than that by the time he took his fist steps for Ulrics sake! After stepping back outside it seemed that the group had sauntered off, everyone dong their own thing. Shame, would've been nice to share a drink with someone. It's how ya really get to know someone.

His train of thought soon derailed as he saw a few hobbits pouring out a delicious looking ale from a beautiful oaken keg. Vorgen sauntered over by his side, now that the mean old woman wasn't there to keep him away. "Come brother, at least you can share a drink with me." He said with a smile as he scratched behind the wolf's ear before heading over to the stand.

"Small ones! A pint of that fine looking ale, and keep em coming!"

<Drinking & eating> @Keidivh @lord-watchman @Casavay @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Vulpas @Maleth

Halfings pointed at a nearby table for Kristoff to sit at, before one of the hosts brought a big plate with a dozen pints on it as well as another plate filled with pork ham and dry bacon, the dish made couple of minutes ago in the kitchen. Besides the Wolf Priest, every other member of the team was also invited for the festivities so the party could get on with it. "It's on the house," waiter added as he brought the drinks, although not like they didn't have money now to pay for it, especially since they just got paid.


<Relaxing> @Jorimel

Back in her tent, Khelandria was free to relax as nobody came to disturb her rest, the priestesses obviously understanding the Dark Elf's need for privacy so they made sure it was kept that way. It was clear that Constantine had certain standards when it came to doing business and managing an organization such as this, perhaps not something you would expect from a simple human mercenary.


<Kitchen> @Grall_Stonefist

Halfling obeyed and returned soon after with a small keg (small for Ogre, but normal human-sized keg) which he pulled on a makeshift cart they used to transport bigger amounts of food around since he wasn't strong to carry it all the way here. In any case, Tugg had some beer to drink now while he skinned the wild boar.

In the meantime, his halfling helper brought him a pair of small knifes and a big trough in which he poured hot water so when Tugg finished with his skinning, they would wash the boar in it, remove any dirt or patches of hair Tugg failed to spot and prepare the boar for the next part in the process. "How do you wish for the boar to be made sir?" the halfling asked, "Do you wish to slice it and then fry the steaks and save the rest for later, or do you wish to place the boar on a skewer and roast it?"


<Blacksmith's station> @matt23

Mariah would find their team's blacksmith working even now despite the festivities, further back at the edge of their encampment. Dwarf that went by the name Ori Orinsson busied himself by creating a number of short swords, pounding with his hammer against the hot metal on the anvil and then cooling it off in a nearby bucket. The weapons were short and unfit for a human, but quite good for their halfling friends.

Despite being busy, the Dwarf heard Mariah approaching and gave her a wave, but after hearing her question his mood darkened a bit. "I'm afraid I cannot help you lass. Not that I don't want to...but I'm simply not capable of that," he growled, clenching his hammer tighter, "You see, I lack the tools that I need. This all here is what I managed to buy in Ostland, my original gear was lost when we had to flee the city of Mordheim and I curse myself every day for that. I can only repair your gear and make basic weapons now, any enhancement to your armor and weapons will have to wait...However, I'm not allowed to say more but - the place where Lord Constantine will lead us next will probably have the tools and the station I require to do more extensive upgrades, so if Grungni wills it, you'll have your gear upgraded soon enough."


<Newcomer> @Skarboy OOC in case you haven't checked, here's the description of the place we are currently at: https://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/old-world-blues-whf-casual-rp.52629/page-22#post-1072165

While the others celebrated, Thomas returned to his tent where he still had more work to do. He removed his coat, his hat and the mail armor beneath it, placing both that and his two black swords on an armor rack nearby while placing his brace of pistols on the table in front, intending to clean them afterwards. His tent was, like the tents of the other members of the team, quite cozy although slightly larger with more space in it. Besides the carpets on the floor that covered the ground and a bed nearby, he also had a small wardrobe as well as that armor rack, besides which a table where he sat behind was located.

There was a number of papers on it as well and he was about to go through it when the curtain of his tent moved and Kolja's head reared in, the big Kislevite Boyar looking a bit more serious this time around. "Lord Constantine, one of the Ostlanders arrived looking for mercenary work. He doesn't look like the local peasants, in fact he looks like he's seen fair share of Ursun's winters." Constantine leaned back and waved his hand. "Bring him in."

As the man entered the tent, he would see Constantine sitting behind a desk, looking back at him. Constantine was a dark-haired man, it falling on his shoulders, with a short unkempt beard although that was more the cause of not having time to shave than anything else. His clothing was simple leather garment which with the long black coat and the distinctive hat, all of the items looking as if they could easily find their place in a Witch Hunter's closet, however there was no mistaking this man for a member of the Church for he had no religious symbols on him.

"Welcome Sir," Constantine spoke in his usual business-like tone and offered the man to sit in a chair in front of him, "Kolja here told me you were looking for mercenary work? If that's so, I think I could help you with that and offer you a job."

Tugg grapped the small keg and broke open the top before taking a few hearthy gulps, "ahhhh good" then he realised what the halfing had said... saving for later? but there was plenty here, and even if they dident, that would be a bit mad, "Spitroast, fully grilled boar, good meal" Tugg said to his little cook helper, if they worked for constantin, then they could be very usefull in the future, better than gnoblars in every way but numbers.

Tuska simply went over to the table with the free food and drinks and dug in the way anyone would exspect and Orc to. He grabbed one of the pints with his massive green armored hands and began drinking while in the other hand grabbed at bit of the meat not really caring what kind it was for all he care he might as well grab one of the half lined and start eating the short chubby creatures. He said nothing to the rest and simply ate after all what kind of idiot would try to get between an Orc and a good meal. Except maybe the ogre but the resulting fight would probably destroy the entire camp.

@Keidivh

The eccentric engineer had slowly wandered towards the fully-stocked table this Wolf Priest was sitting at, simply pulled by its social gravity, and not one hundred percent sure of how the table-taking conventions here worked.

"Mind if I take a seat?", she asked, before simply letting herself fall onto one of the chairs, letting out a sigh of relief. Her aching legs finally relieved of their duty for now, the woman leaned back and closed her eyes. It was obvious she was not particularly interested in the food, or company, right now, but soon returned to a more apparently awake state to snatch a bit of pork from the table.

A day spent traveling and not busy fighting felt quite relaxing to Aloiza, but to visit a fair seemed quite odd to her, after all why head to a place of festivities when .... Then Constantine revealed that the other members that worked for him were here, and that the band was staying here. She wouldn't be surprised if there were more than the dwarf blacksmith, the Kislevite guard/acquisition expert ,the Halfling banker and quartermaster, and finally the priestess of Shallya.
Given that Mother Claire was a priestess of a goddess that dealt with healing (useful), mercy (when would she ever need to use such a word) and childbirth(which she didn't exactly consider pertinent to what she'd be doing for the foreseeable future), the Druchii got the impression that she would be visiting Claire more often than everyone else that provided a service for the band.

So without further ado (even if it meant missing out the festivities, but what's a missed party compared to getting her money), the Sorceress went to collect her pay from Breckenridge, taking her pouch of coins with naught but a simple thank you for the Halfling. After all, what kind of mercenary would she be if she didn't take the money that she was owed for her services?

Once she had gotten her pouch of coin, Kalitara decided to go searching for her personal tent, after all she'd rather have a bath and clean up for tomorrow rather than end up in an even more disreputable state than she was now due to having one too many drinks that ended with a hangover and if the booze really affected her, a drunken, more than professional liaison.

Khelandria was very pleased to discover that she had all the time and privacy in the world to enjoy her bath. It wasn't that she really expected any foolishness from Master Constantine, he was obviously a professional, but she was glad of it nonetheless. It was one of the few times a Witch Elf didn't want blood in her bath and she was determined to enjoy it to the full. She soaked for a bit longer and then rinsed off with some of the clean water thoughtfully left by the nurses.

Drying her hair, she carefully worked it through with some of her linseed compound styled it as she liked it, replacing her Witch Elf tiara and her jewelled armbands and dressing once more. She left off some of the more spiked parts of her attire, but she took her daggers in sheaths. She was, after all, a Bride of Khaine and even though she could kill in many ways while unarmed, the Lord of Murder prefers bloodshed. Not that she was looking to shed blood tonight, really. A little kohl around her eyes and a little blood-red on her lips and she was ready. She had been able to smell the delicious scent of cooking boar for some time, and she was ravenous.

Stalking from her tent the Witch Elf made her way to where the group was coalescing, smiling in a friendly fashion to those she met on her way. She found the servers with the alcohol, accepted some of the ale, and sat down next to the Sorceress to wait for the beast to be done.

"Well, Sister, what news from home? It seems we may be here some while, but I think you may have come more recently from the Land of Chill?" It was a guess, she wasn't intending anything other than a friendly enquiry, and she herself had no political axe to grind with a Sorceress.

Mariah sighed as she was clearly frustrated. "Of course," she said in a angered tone. "Then I shall visit you once more once we reach a place where the work I require can be done," she said as she left the tent. Though she was frustrated with the situation, she knew that she needed to relax and so decided to take a moment to catch up with the others. Or well, at least be around them to hear their thoughts and what was on their minds. She walked over to a fire that was fairly centered in the camp, and placed a kettle over the fire to begin making tea. She then took a seat and stared into the fire as she waited for the water to boil. Funny thing about fire, though it may burn the skin, its dance and colors always seemed hypnotic and very alluring.