((Thanks for that, Alkonium. However, I seriously do not appreciate character control))
Skarra watched as several people left the tavern after the dwarf had left, no doubt going after the job. He stood up as well and gulped down the the ale before looking at Radik, stretching his neck at the same time.
"Do you wish to join me on this job? Could be an interesting journey with all that's happening nowadays" the Centaur noted and smiled, jingling the money bag on his belt. The bag was practically empty with nothing but a few coins in there.
In the meantime, a dark-haired elf entered the tavern, going straight to the bar and asking for as non-alcoholic of a drink that they had. In return he got some elven water that had only recently arrived from Black Forest. Eldir thanked and paid the man before walking to a table and sitting down, his sharp and observing eyes glancing the place over and stopping to stare at Ciannait. Of course he had noticed the Centaur and had noted his familiarity, but he was not the one at the time to interest the elven bard.