"Y-yes. Quite necessary. No we don't often have a giant crowd of," He waved at the group, trying to find the right word to describe them. His eyes darting between the boy carrying what looked to be a direwolf, to the vulpine, then to the Harpy, and the little person riding a cat. "What ever this is. You're obviously not related." He would have said misfits but that might've come across as insulting.
He automatically poured Hana a drink since she was sat at the counter, very distracted by Take sitting at a table of regulars and bellowing foreign words. Stealing their drink, and taking their weapon. If not for the enthusiastic cheering that started shortly after, he would have thought he was trying to incite a brawl. "Perhaps I can have Thelma show you the rooms we have, and then we can sort things out after that." He suggested, hoping most of them would follow out of the main room so he could keep track of what was going on. "THELA! PETRE! VIES!" He yelled, calling several of his employees over. "Thela, he said sweetly to an older woman, would you kindly show these folks to a room." She gave him a confused looked but he continued talking before she could ask. "Petre go with her and start clearing stuff out." He said to a dark haired skinny boy who looked like he would rather be anywhere but here. "Vies, take over their tables." The younger girl who had a colorful many layered skirt on dipped a quick curtsy, and started filling drinks for everyone, including all of the new people since the people at Take's table had just yelled for a full round.
After putting on a dangerous show of skill, the men rallied around Take and bombarded him with shoulder pats and praise. It seemed he truly earned their respect as they started to mimic the movements he made with the knife, noting how there was a pattern to it. When a drink was shoved into his hands, Take took a swig and made a sour face which got the men cracking up even more.Blair hopped onto the stool beside Hana, watching Take head over to the group of men. She leaned on the bar, her eyes tracing ever movement of the dagger, her adrenaline racing even though she wasn't the one doing it, especially when he did it faster, shutting his eyes. Each time the dagger came down, she was sure it would hit one of his fingers, until finally he stopped, and the obnoxiously loud cheering ensued.
She directed her attention away from Take finally when a pretty girl handed her a drink. "Thank you," she grinned, proud she had remembered to say it properly. She sat back, watching the chaos of people around her, but keeping a half an eye on the sun out of the window.
Hana stared down into her overflowing mug the pretty girl handed her before lifting it up to her lips and drawing in the bitter liquid. She lowered it and a small smile formed on her face, giving a gentle nod of approval. Not bad... She looked over at Blair, who seemed content, but somewhat distracted. Hana picked up her legs and sat cross legged on her stool, firmly holding her drink in both hands, appearing almost childish. “Everything alright?” she asked Blair, taking a sip of the alcoholic goodness.