Bard Chester would play different songs to do different m magical tasks

While mage sully would uses potions and spells. Thinking about it, I'll use Sully

Sully is the alligator who has feathers for spines.

Thanks. And my holidays were alright, you?

Yes the gator gal, would you like to start us off?

Same here for the most part, but that's winter for you.

The barkeep regarded the witch with a look of apology.* Sorry! We're serving one of our bigger customers..She needs a while lot.*He said as he looked pointingly to a booth in the far corner.
*Sat at the table was a large alligator with feathers running down her back to tail. She wore a cloak that covered most of back and chest aside from her rounded middle which sat far out and poked the table. She had an array of large mead glasses on the table, all of them empty and her waiting for more.*

I wouldn't talk about her so loud, ma'am..*The barkeep warned before getting her order, putting it in front of her.*

*On the back of Mingella could feel a peircing glare at the back of her head as it had became obvious a certain gator had heard everything. Luckily looks couldn't kill.*

The kids are good.. I would watch your back- *The barkeep couldn't finish as he watched the alligator come her seat to sit on a barstool. Surprisingly it held up under the actor's great weight still creaking however. Before the witch could even comprehend, she'd felt he head between the powerful gator jaws. Obviously she was threatening the witch.

*Her jaws only tightened, the gator hissing as she spoke in her half muffled voice* No I haven't, most don't make such comments to giant alligators who can easily crunch them in half.* Sully threatens, her grip getting no lighter.*

The bar keep obliged, refilling the mug with much concern for the witch's safety. Sully seemed to consider if just chomping down would anyway be worth it. She however withdrew her jaws watxhing as the barkeep grabbed another mug for Sully, filling it and passing it to her. The gator looking down at the witch with her peicing eyes the nearly glowed.* Why drink a bloating mead while judging me for my weight? A little contradicting, aye?

Sully grunted as she called to the bar keep for a mug of her own bloating mead after finishing the normal mead. He'd oblige, Sully drinking the bloating mead quite quickly, feeling her middle gurgle at first.* I'm Sully Dove, who're you? *The gator asked in a monotone.*

*Sully belches and grunted.* Quite the name and business pitch. Can't say I've ever heard of you.. Even in all my years of potion brewing. *The gator said honestly, her feathery tail thumping the wooded floor as she felt her middle expand fully to exercise ball size.*

I most definitely haven't.. Most times I stay away from most books as I'd rather make my own brews. *Sully said, her grunting at the witches request, not thinking anything of it.*

Maybe.. *The gator purred lowly, seemingly not minding the cold.

*Sully stood up without issue, getting to her feet with a grunt. She held her large middle, allowing not to bump the stool with her bloated middle. The gator was easily 7 ft tall, her quite round.*

Thank you! *The bartender said excited by the amount. Sully was alright part way out the door stepping out with her gurgling middle.*

*She'd turn and look at the witch with a grunt her stomach gurgling loudly.* How're getting to the bog? I don't think either of us want to walk.

*The alligator frowned deeply as she looked toward the sky, Sully looking back down at the bloated witch.* Even riding on a broom, aren't I alittle well big? I mean I'm huge in comparison. *Sully grunted, her rubbing the side of her belly.*

*Sully watchs the sky, listening to the gurgle of her middle.*

No.. Can't say I have.. Are you sure it's safe? *Sully said, scrutinizing the cloud.*

*Sully eyed the cloud, deciding she didn't have much of a choice anyhow she stepped on. Her sitting down on the cloud, holding her large middle in the both of her claws.*

(I've been pretty alright, You?)