Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20181012235225

On an island off of the mainland, just past the mouth of the largest river, sits a large tavern called The Den.

This place is as large as a small town, and the last stop before open sea for travellers and traders alike.

The Den is considered fairly neutral ground as far as the magical war is concerned.

You're seated at a booth in the corner, chatting quietly with an Order monk and his priestess friend, who grew up together and both love food, ordering various dishes for you and the others at the table to taste.

You've all just finished a particularly good Chicken pot-pie, when the waitress, the barman's daughter, if memory serves, keels over while trying to take away the tray.

Concerned, the Hellhound who'd been sitting to your left, and who had been wearing a lovely black suit and red bowtie, went to help her up.

Soon the waitress had joined the five of you at the table, filling the seat next to the stoic Sailor who'd helped you and the well-dressed Hellhound get to Pen Island.

He gently put an arm over her shoulders, muttering something about some Poisidioun, or other.

Soon the beer from his mug started crawling towards her, until it climbed into her mouth and down her throat.

A moment later, she erupted from her seat and back to work, her prior limp gone, returning moments later to refill his beer as thanks.

Returning to your next course, this time, grilled cheese sandwich halves and a large pot of tomato soup, your dapper lady-friend has put her arm around you.

Checking her pocketwatch, she leans in, gently whispering into your ear.

"I'll rent us a room if you'd like, handsome."

Backing off, she offers to get rooms for the others, the sailor declines, and after checking the Hellhound's watch, leaves a tip on the table and leaves for his boat, tipping his cap as he passes the priests.

The two priests, growing tired, agree wholeheartedly, and order dessert to end the evening.

The Hellhound eyes you expectantly.

What do you do? 