Cat gesticulates wildly while talking, enthusiastically swinging an imaginary giant mace and almost knocks glasses off the table with her huge paws, but the din slowly gets to her, there's so much going on and she can catch bits and pieces of conversations going on around her.
Cat's excellent and always twitching and pointing ears overhear:
"...they're all gone, all of them..." A group two tables far on the other side are discussing something, Cat glances over and sees another Tabaxi explaining about her tribe but she can't make much more out.
Another group of humans and half-elves are discussing something with concern. "...so where did they go? Why would they pay and then just leave town?"
Halflings with a dwarf are discussing someone who was missing who might have been spotted, One halfling says,"...I'm telling you it was her, I'm 100% sure of it..." and the dwarf responds, "... I don't see how we're going to get her now, if she's in the hands of that noble she's as good as gone forever..." the halfling pleads, "but she didn't have a collar yet..."
"...who are these scrubs now? More fodder?" Cat glanced that way and at yet another table some Githyanki glance over to your group, a large half-orc woman, obviously a fighter, is leaned back with a large smirk on her face, staring at your group with confidence she looks especially drunk. She's trying to insight the Githyanki into a conversation but they appear uninterested.
Yet another table up near the stage is among a few that are a little higher quality than most, and a well dressed rather rotund man is sitting with an Aasimar and a wood elf, they're well equipped and look seasoned. Sitting on either side of him are two beautiful young girls dressed to the nines with jewelry and especially interesting among the jewelry are their slave collars, shining in the light adorned with large gems. He's confidently discussing something about a mine and pushes a large bag toward the adventurers. His companions don't look so confident or happy to be there. Thought they appear to be dressed like royalty, bruises on their bare arms and legs say they aren't treated as such.
