The tavern sure filled up quicker than expected, and the slowly-shrinking space coupled with her uncle's stubbornness left Corinne out of breath. It wasn't uncommon for there to be lots of newcomers in the evening, since travel was common in the region and most travellers would check in before it got absurdly late at night. It was as if some strange force drew them all there, or maybe it was just the word-of-mouth and the warm orange glow that leaked from the building's windows, and the sounds of making merry and warm welcomes that came from inside that had any weary traveller's mind - and heart - in the heavy grip of nothing short of captivation.

Pucksy himself was such an amicable man. He'd turned a corner and shown up to the party, never one to miss the occasions. A toast was raised to him, and Sebastian nearly knocked off his niece with how high he swung his arm in salutations to the good tavernkeeper. It made Corinne groan, and back off, if only for a handful of seconds to give Pucksy a little half-frown. Where had he been? She'd asked him to watch her uncle, damn it all!
Pucksy wasn't a bad guy though. A bit of a joker, but definitely a caring man, whose spirits were as high as the shrills the tavern was coming to be filled with. Someone on the opposite side of the room had started a ruckus. A circle began to form. A congregation around two quarrelling men.

The cries that echoed within were in a disjointed chorus of spirited men and the sounds of their ale in hand, and over the noise she head a familiar voice call out as she continued to reason with the man in his state, and coax him into coming with her. He'd get himself hurt in an environment like this. But if there was one thing he'd inherited from his human father, it was a stubbornness, and of course a love for drink. And a very low tolerance, ironically.
"Shork! Is that you? Where are you?! Please...you have to help me! Uncle Seb is at it again, and Cherry grows nervous outside, and-"

Slurring something over at the men who had only just started to fight, with one holding a detached bar-stool-leg in his hands, Sebastian rose sharply from the bar-stool and the surprise of the sudden action made his niece squeal, and did knock her back a little. She'd kept herself from falling, or tripping over a bar-stool, by holding firmly onto the flat surface, and admittedly almost knocking over the barkeep who was just getting a drink to a blonde gentleman that sat sat in the corner. She bit her tongue.
"Sincerest apologies!" she spun around for a handful of seconds and cried over the noise over at the man who sat behind her, closest to the kitchen, for his drink-that-would-have-been-for-naught.
And in that turn is when she noticed a particular half-elf sitting off in that direction, whom seemed interested in Pucksy's call for newcomers. His fair hair and tan skin caught her eyes as a strange combination, though she didn't have time to pay much more attention to it. Newcomers were common. 
Surprisingly enough.
That wasn't important. Keeping her uncle from getting himself involved in the fight in some way, shape or form, however, was.
He'd at least take the chance to place his bets, if not join right if given the chance.