The idgit and the party.

[Feng]

Feng had been gone for some time, but he walked into the tavern with great purpose and a bulging wallet. He spoke with the barkeep, who almost jumped for joy to see such a good customer return at last, and after prepaying for quite a bit of booze, got right to work. Feng began cleaning off a table and placing several party favors in a pile to be sorted later.

It was obvious Feng had grown much stronger in his travels, though he spoke very little, his body language said enough. He was happy for now, but his temperament had changed enough to warrant caution in approaching him.

[Guest]

After a long day of cleaning the sewers of rats and vermins, pab felt like it was a good time to head down to the tavern, as he opened the tavern door he saw a face that he couldnt put a name to, pab sat down and ordered himself a drink, then he cautiously aproached the stranger, it wasnt unusual to get a knife in your chest around these parts or better yet blown up, then he said, YO HOMIE G DAWG WHATS CRACKEN DO I KNOW U

[Feng]

Feng had worked through the night, much to the dismay of guests at the inn. He mad quite a racket repairing tables and building a stage for something. Every time the barkeep complained, feng tossed him a coin purse that further inspection forced the barkeep to defend feng's actions to the rest of the patrons.

Feng had just finished a meal and second casque of ale when a stranger approached him. The big oaf listened to the greeting through his usual tipsy haze, stopping to brush off some errant crumbs from his armor, that had now sunken into his skin slightly and adapted a strange soft red glow as if it had only been out of the forge for a few moments.

The lummox stood to greet the newcomer and extend a bit of an invitation:
"Hi! Is youse here for da party? Youse is a bit early ya know. I guess youse can elp set up if yer careful, but don't mess nothin' up ok."

EDIT SINCE NO-ONE POSTED:

Days of work on the tavern were complete, and all sorts of food from around the realm were arriving and being set up. Everyone who came in made sure to find feng, but called him "Boss" as they spoke. The grinning oaf had trouble directing traffic, but managed to find a place for everything.

The massive Half-Orc stood flat footed as he hung the last banner over a table covered in pastries from lands across the sea. Everything was done at last, every last morsel of food was sampled by feng himself, he "insisted" that he do so to check quality, but in reality he was just hungry. Kegs of ale were placed around the tavern by the barkeep, who looked happy that it was finally time to celebrate and then get some rest. Feng had a large tab to account for and was famous for paying in gold from exotic lands.

Feng stood at the entrance to the tavern and wore his usual goofy grin, thinking about everything he had done, and been through to make this work. It was difficult to say the least, but he gathered everything he needed and then some for this day. Every last banner was woven from living fabric that changed color based on the overall mood of the room it was in, and showed a happy scene from all the workers and patrons for accomplishing such a feat under the direction of the outwardly dim lummox.

The banner outside unfurled to reveal the meaning to everything that had transpired:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZIPCAT!

[zipcat]

OOC'ish:


zip was headed to Titan, hoping to see some friends at their lovely tavern. One quickly caught her eye due to the large banner and her name on it. She reconized her friend instantly.

"Shumpy!"

Her large smile showed her joy, having almost forgot it was her birthday.