Three cats and a dwarf

On a fine winter night,
In a town far from home,
Three friends ventured out,
To a pub in Whitestone.
 
And the name of this pub,
Was a strange one you see?
A small pub you might know,
It was the bad bad donkey.
 
These friends were not evil,
But had mischief in mind,
They were looking for fun,
And some trouble to find.
 
Simeon, Wind and Sabali, in name,
The first two disguised so they all looked the same.
Tabaxi in looks, roguish and bold.
Into the bar, they casually strolled.
 
What were they there for?
They weren't all too sure.
They spoke to the barkeep,
And some beer he did pour.
 
They shared in some banter,
As they spoke to the man,
And it wasn't too long,
Til they had thought of a plan.
 
Sabali and Simeon then nipped off to the loo.
And left Wind wondering what it was they might do.
 
They returned with a grin, a smile and a sneer,
Then suggested that they would move on from the beer.
 
A fine drink of red,
Which would cost a gold coin,
And to the barkeep's surprise,
They would ask him to join.
 
For Sabali had something quite secret in store,
A small vial of truth serum they could slip in the pour,
 
It was intel he sought,
From the small dwarven male,
To spike him with serum,
It would surely not fail.
 
So he juggled the glasses,
And he put on a show,
He shuffled so well,
Even he did not know,
 
Simi had done it,
With a nod and a wink.
But which glass did he spike,
Had he spiked the dwarf's drink?
 
Wind did not know,
And neither did he,
Nor did Sabali,
Who waited to see.
 
A question or 2,
And drinks kept on flowing,
Who drank the truth serum?
There was no way of knowing.
 
No clues and no leads,
No useful insight,
But the dwarf was good fun,
And they had a great night.
 
Banter and laughter and giggles and jokes,
And beers and good spirits and wines and some smokes.
They drank and they chattered and greats tales there were told.
Three cats and a dwarf were like friends true and old.