"Your right Arlin. I don't steal myself. It's like that old saying. 'It's not cheating unless you get caught.' Well same goes for stealing. If your not caught it's what i like to call 'creative procurement." Sover laughed taking a sip of his drink as he did he felt his diaper warm and thought he heard an additional crinkle nearby but shrugged it off mostly. "And yes at least we outcast have one another. We're diffrent which gives us an advantage. Others don't quite know how to deal with us."

"Aye. To good health all around! Stealin', creative pro-whatsit, all the same to me. Good money it is and that's all that matters, eh?" He took a long pull on his drink and then looked at the two of them with a wink. "Each of us has two mates to back us up, so we always got security to fall back on should somethin' arise, right? That's the best thing to have I always say. Either a' ye ever need any help, just call and I'll stick a knife in their ribs fer messin' wit'che."

[forgive the speech, just got done watchin' Mary Poppins and the British dialect is still stuck in my head.]

Arlin smirked and took a long swig of his beverage. “Well I’m glad to meet such able companions, it’s nice to see I can find a bit of acceptance with outcasts.” Arlin said with a hardy laugh. “People may look at us indifferently at the surface, but you would be shock how many people dislike fifthly half bloods, mostly the self rachis.” Arlin said raising his glass to his seemingly new friends. “So.. what brings you two to these parts? I’m just seeing the world myself. Sharpening my craft and such, earning gold as I go along.”

"Ah yes you are right there Ezekiel." Sover said and took another sip of his drink. "Well main reason I left the underdark was to experience the world. Hone my magics and my mental abilities. I guess also to get away from my mother as well."

He nods and took another long swig of his drink, a light smile on his face that started to reveal his sharp teeth. "Reason I'm here is basically I've nowhere else ta go. My family dealt with the devil and we got cursed for it...so now we're hiding out and doin' what we haveta to survive...if ye guys don't want me along, I don't blame ye, but if ye did I'd do whatever I hadte to protect ya should you need it. It's the least I coulda done." His red eyes gleamed hopefully but he didn't keep it too high.

Arlin smirked, and nodded a bit. “World travel in the search of knowledge and power, seem pretty slandered, though family issues, those can be nasty…. Well I won’t pry…” Arlin said, family manners were nasty, he knew that, after all a crazed former love of his mother put him in the situation he’s in know. He couldn’t help but glance down, but then shock his head not wanting to attract attention to his condition. “Well personally don’t care what you’ve done in the past, an ally, or better a friend is always helpful, whether they be angel or demon, it makes no difference.” Arlin said happily to the Tiefling, happy to have him.

"Yes. I agree with Arlin here. An ally or a friend is always welcome no matter what it's past or what shape it takes. Besides I've learned that often times the person with the halo is only wearing it to distract you while she stabs you in the back." Sover said relaxing some. "Well this is all very interesting. Looks like we all have similar reasons for our little journey. So what now?"

"Now? Now, we finish off our drinks and talk a bit more, then we can retire and plan what we're going to do in the morning, unless you boys are willin' to stay up till the wee hours." the tiefling replied as he took another sip of his drink. His diaper started to grow warm and he crossed his legs to hide the noise, leaning back a bit.

“Heh sounds good enough to me.” Arlin said guzzling his drink down, now being the only one of the group that still had a fresh diaper, though that most certainly wouldn’t last. “Well quite the luck of fate I supposes, seems we won’t be traveling alone from here on in, cheers to that, to a long partnership.” Arlin said with a wide smile looking the most cheerful he had been since he first walked into the inn.

"Ah get to know each other eh? Well I suppose so. Who wants to go first?" Sover asked leaning back in his chair. He didn't want to go first himself. He stil didn't have an easy time talking about his family especially where his mother or father were concerned. He also was wondering how much longer they'd be down there. After another wetting or so he was certain he'd likely leak.

The tiefling set his mug down on the table with a notable thump, it mostly empty so none of his drink came out but he set it down harder than he thought. A half-smile grew on his face. "Seems I'll go first then, since it was my idea...Well then, where to begin..." He sat back and thought for a moment, cradling the back of his head within his hands, fingers interlaced. They were longer and thinner than some, making it easy for him to pilfer things. "Well...you know about the deal me ancestors made so...well after the transformation, we got meaner and ... how to put this simply... more territorial. We spread out more and now we litter the land like weeds. We aren't usually paired with another of our kind, for a few reasons. I personally left my home with a few possessions and learned to steal from watching more... normal boys do it. Now I can do it better than some, but I won't say I'm the best. No, usually there's another better but I'm good enough to make my way I'd say." He let out a light chuckle. "See that feller on the bar there who just walked in?" He pointed his chin in the man's direction, then showed the others a small pouch. "E'll not be missin' this too bad I wager." He snickered again as he put it in his pocket with a wink of one of his ruby eyes. "'o's next?"

Arlin only smiled “I suppose that would be me, quite the tale, I myself have some minor skills in the art of theft… But for me, my new method is more effective, but I’m getting ahead of myself.” Arlin said clearing his throat. “Firstly my parents both felt like out cast, My father was a bookworm by human terms, and my mother was wild by elf standers, so it was a match made in heaven you could say.” Arlin mused strumming his lute slightly, not singing his story, but adding a little effect. “They taught me that a healthy mix of study and action could accomplish anything, and I find that motto very wise.” Arlin smiled a bit losing himself in thought for a moment. “I’m a bard, firstly because I love the arts, and it’s also well balanced, a healthy mix of sword play and magical tunes, and I seem to be good, so far I haven’t even dipped into my funds, all this is from recent shows, my tunes can be quite persuasive, and useful, anyone hungry? If not give it to the dogs, they could use a meal.” Arlin said as he strummed a few notes, three large pieces of meat appearing before the group.

"Guess it's my turn." Sover sighed and leaned back. "Well I was born in a Drow city in the underdark. My family was from nobility. So I learned from the best. Mother was a distant cold woman who did everything she could to avoid me and my younger brother. Father was warmer. Spent time with us whenever he could. He failed the test of Lolth and was exiled. Mother didn't really care. She had per position as a Priestess now so she didn't need him anymore. I couldn't stand the woman so after sending my brother to life with my uncle I left the underdark to expand my abilities." Sover said as he leaned back in his chair looking out a window as he felt his diaper warming again. This time though it reached it's limit and leaked enough to form a wet spot on the front of his trousers.

The tiefling sat back, hands behind his head, his half-smile still on his face. "Interessting..." His word hissed between his teeth as he spoke, his eyes half-shut contentedly but his mind was still as sharp as his daggers. "You never told us your trade Drow, mind enlightening us?" he asked with a short laugh. "Looks like ye can't hold yer liquor either..." he replied, from his position he was able to see the Drow's pants from across the table.

Arlin scoffed a little at the mention of that name. “Lolth… Never like the crazy creature…. How something like that gave birth to Eilistraee, the moon maiden I’ll never know.” Arlin said with a not quite smug look, he said with not as an elf, but through the books he read, he found Lolth to be a controlling, insane, racist, sexist, demon woman, race never even crossed his mind. Soon after that thought his stomach pained him a little signaling only what was to come. And so sitting there he began messing himself this making all three in need of a change, though Arlin wanting it the most, as he start to blush a bit. But around the same time Sover seemed to provided a good excuse to leave to his room rented room, if only for a moment. “Oh hey let me help you, we can head up stares to change your leggings .” Arlin said quite smoothly, as he got up with a slight squish, acting pretty cool under the pressure, though the smell was starting to spread just a little bit.