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Mister Mopo listens intently to your description of the drink he gave you. He floats with his feet just off the ground and as hangs on every word. The gnome even seems to lean back all nostalgic as though he remembers having drank it many years before. “Thank you! Please, have a seat and stay a while, I have it on good authority that the Hipposheep won’t be this way til past midday.”
With a gesture there is a table where you thought there had only been crowd. Its got a nice tablecloth with tassels of golds, purples, and reds and faces the stage. An assemblage of musicians plays, many of them have differing looks and aesthetics. But all are celebratory and triumphant in their orchestration.
“Its a good thing you are in town today. People get pretty excited and sometimes out of hand during the Logger's Day celebrations. You know how it is, people have been on lean times as the winter drags on. Stuff is in short supply. But that all changes today! Why I’ve been out of Cloudberries for months!” The jovial gnome turns suddenly to one of the waiters moving about the place “Javier have someone head over to Clemen’s before the barges get in. See if you can get first crack at those Cloudberries when they come in.” Javier and Mopo share a look for a moment, the tray in the server’s hands holds a few daiquiris and Mnuxim’s eyes drop to look at them. “Could use some extra garnish. Cherries I think. Just one. But if two slip in there I’ll just have to cope.” He smiles and laughs, turning back to you. Javier nods and sees to it.
He turns back to you, “Just keep on your toes tonight. Things can get rowdy.” As he says that a player on the stage plays a powerful and resonant solo that overshadows anything else in the room. Mopo nods to you without another word, and steps off. You watch him steal another drink off of a tray and offer it to someone coming in through the door.
There is a lot to take in here. Conversations easily overheard. People aren’t exactly shy when they are in this establishment and even before the sun has peaked in the sky this clientele is having a party. People are excitedly sharing their plans for the season of bounty that is coming. But a boisterous pair of fellas really attracts your attention. “My friend I tell you, my cousin won’t let us down. Look, I’ll show you. He’s sending me like four legs.” “No way! You’ve got pickled frog legs? Like, the real ones?” “You ever have one?” “Of course not, I live next to the chapel, best behavior ya know” At that point they get a little bit more quiet. Two humans by the look of them, maybe in their twenties. Even without knowing what pickled frog legs are, its easy to pick up the vibe that they are illicit.
As the two gentlemen start to speak in a more hushed tone, you hear a glass clattering to the ground and shattering. A brief silence falls over the room as everyone looks to Mnuxim who is standing over the spilled drink. “Oh no, you know what that means friends! If I spill for one I spill for you all, free shots around the house!” An uproarious cheer goes up as all of the servers are suddenly surrounded, and Mnuxim runs around hyping the crowd and giving drink recommendations.
Perfect. A distraction. You can get closer to those two guys with the pickled frog legs and learn more about what they are up to 
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