"Yes, tea will do... I'm not used to alcohol and I don't want to do anything stupid anymore today" she mumbles, a bit confused by what is going on.

She heard Shyra whispering about the boy or man... vying for my attention?

What do you mean with that attention thing? she whispers back to Shyra while she accepts the cup of tea.

OoC: sorry for short reply, am at school now. Will make longer reply once I'm home

"That tea seems to make you a bit edgey my scaley foe." Ren said with a smirk, "Perhaps a the kin of a god should have better control?"

Ren lowered his hood and stood tall once more, he turned to face the lizard "Tell me, what is a.. thing, of your calibur doing arguing with me in the bar?, do you not have things to do, is it not the case that Zathroth is still bannished by the work of our order?"

Ren walks around the table and draws his silver bladed sword, the moonlight catching on the golden hilt, lowering the point of the blade to the floor, ren slams it down onto the hard marble, sending sparks flying across the floor.
"I swear to you" he said, glowering at the lizard standing before him, "When I have found what I am seeking, I shall return here, and then, we shall have our duel. Do not think that your dirty blood line scares me" Ren pulls the sword from the ground and slips it back into his sword loop.
"When the time comes, you shall find me ontop of the tallest mountain that you see out of that window there" Ren points to mount sternum, looming out of the shadows
"We shall have our duel."

Then I ask myself the same question.

With eyes closed, Silven stuck with something simple: "Ssomeone drank a little too much carliner Whissper beer."

Still unsure about the details of what is going on but aware of the tension in the air, Eilfy decides to sit back and stay quiet. It wouldn't aid her in any way to get herself in trouble so soon... and those lizardman and the other young man doesn't seem like they are very friendly with each other.

While trying to not burn her mouth to the hot tea, she carefully tries to observe everyone in the tavern.
The lizardman looks weird and he named Zathroth, a name she remembers vaguely from her historybooks. The young man seems hostile but she is interested in his reasons of asking her where he could find the passage to Sfagond, Svagrond or however that place was he mentioned. The woman who helped her, Shyra, seems quite friendly. The guy who introduced himself as Hazour Hawkdragon appears as a fierce warrior.

Now I wonder... why are they all here? I know why I am here but these people are nothing like the farmers and craftsmen who normally spend their money here. Her thoughts go with the conversation as she suddenly feels a chill. It was not until now she realised her clothes are still quite wet.

Ren smirks at the continued cockiness of the Lizard.

inside, his mind was wirring Zathroth! who would have thought, this far into his exploring he would find a decendent of such a worthy adversary. Ren knew it wise not to carry on with this banter, else half the town could end up dead. He relaxed his muscles.

He looked around at the young girl, and noticed she was shivering because of her cold wet clothes. Ren turned away from the Lizard, and removed his cloak. He went over to the young girl and handed the cloak to her "here, warm up with this. You need it more then me."

It felt nice to be rid of the cloak for a while, his shoulders were tired of the weight, and the air felt fresh on his neck. He took a seat beside the girl, and called across to frodo for a mug of beer and a rum, to warm up the girl.

Then I ask myself the same question.

Still cautious but happy to be warmed up, she accepts the cloak.

"Thanks for your generosity but I will not accept the rum, I learnt that the poison in it called 'alcohol' does strange things with your mind and I do not wish to be bewitched by such a simple beverage."

She surprises herself with the words she just managed to get out of herself. With a uncertain smile at the boy, she focusses on her tea again which is quite cold now. With one sip, she drinks it and tries to sit back.

I have to find some clothes somewhere until these are dry again. Wait, didn't Shyra say something about clothes...?

Unsure about whether to ask or not, she looks at Shyra who has been silent apart from the invitation to everyone to join in for a toast.

Rens mood shifted immediatly when the young girl smiled at him. He did not understand what his fancination was, but he couldnt get over meeting someone his own age!

He now felt rather foolish and guilty about ruining the mood within the tavern, he stood up and announced loudly; "Drinks all round on me, Frodo, get what ever they last had again on me, and bring me another beer. and for god sake, will somebody sort out this poor girl with some dry clothes?"

Ren looked around at the girl, and couldnt help a stupid smile, he then looked at the lizardman, who was still keeping an eye on him. Ren decided that starting anything again was just stupid, so he gave a short respectful bow and said quitley "Untill we shall meet on the mount."

Then I ask myself the same question.

Shyra was quiet due to that she was absorbing much information from the other three.

Though she did put in her thoughts about this discussion as there was still tension in the air.

"Well I guess this proves all men solve their issues with brawn than common sense, how typical and also I did say the drinks were on me sir."

Shyra's eye went from Ren, to Silven, then to Hanzour, and finally on Eilfy.

Two followers or descendants of gods who irked Shyra to no end were present. Though the word was the other lad, who happen to belong to the cursed Hawkdragon clan.

Shyra smiled toward Eilfy and held out her hands.

"Here hun, special clothes made to be water proof. By yours truly."

A pair of flames emitted from Shyras's hands and then the flames spurted and formed two pairs of clothes. Shyra smiled coyly to Eilfy.

"So which would you prefer? A one piece? Or two pieces?"

She playfully pulled Eilfy with and continued, "Well we must get you a nice and fitting room for you to try out these clothes; unless you don't mind undressing before a rowdy bunch of males whose hormones are heating up."

Shyra made a sneering smile of reassurance to Eilfy.

She then looked at the men and gave them a dark smile, which only hinted what she was thinking.

"Well gentlemen, we'll be right back in a moment. Don't try to destroy the poor town while we gals are away."

With that Shyra gently pulled Eilfy with her to her rented room.

"You know Eilfy, those two young men are quite hot for you. They certainly wouldn't stop taking a few quick glances at your pretty face. I'm quite jealous, hehehe."

Shyra then pulled out the two dresses she summoned from her powers.

One was a one piece robe like her own, but was darken red. like blood.

The other was a dark green pants, with a lavender shirt.

"If you want other kinds of clothes just ask me, you could either have my conjure them or you could pop a look see into the closet there. Don't worry I won't let those people play peeping toms on us. Also ask me any questions that come to mind dear, I happen to be quite knowledgeable in a few areas of a few things."

Shyra made a wave of her hand and shifted her weight and leaned onto the wall.

Eilfy's mouth fell a little open when she saw the clothes appearing out of... nowhere? How on earth could fire create something like that??

Not sure if she understands what is going to happen but sure that she needs to get some dry clothes, she lets Shyra take her to a room upstairs.

"I think I go for the pants and shirt... I've never liked robes, hard to move in them." She keeps looking at the bloodred robe: "But the color of that one is for sure beautiful."

Silently she puts her wet clothes off and while she is undressing, she let's her thoughts go over the men downstairs. Being raised in an environment with 4 brothers she should be used to their presence but those men are different. They don't look at her as just someone who can work at a farm, like her brothers always did. To those men, she is probably just a girl with whom they could have some pleasure.... or not?

She turns to Shyra to accept the green pants first. Feeling the cloth of the pants, she is surprised by its quality, still not quite understand how fire can make this. Shyra must be a skilled magician.
While she puts the pants on, she thinks on whether she should or should not react on Shyra's statements about the men downstairs. It seems strange and familiar to do so at the same time.

"Do you know all those people downstairs? Something must have been going through your mind while Silven and Ren were talking... you got awfully quiet while you were quite talkative before."

Without really waiting for Shyra to give an answer, she continues:

"I don't know if they look at me for just being me or for the sake of their pleasure... As you said before: hormones can be quite nasty."

Not wanting to be inpolite, she waits for Shyra to hand her the shirt as well. She ponders for a moment about the whole situation, then decides she'll let it go and see how it turns out.

Suddenly, the door of the pub slammed open, and a dark figure with a completely black cloak on which seemed to emit an obscure aura revealed himself. There were no signs of his face, but two small round balls of red light could almost not be seen, they would probably be the eyes. He catched the attention of some people, but others didn't even care about such an appearance. Frodo was one of the people that did not care about his appearance, for the dark man has been a high-paying customer.

As he sat down on a chair, near to a small table, lot's of people changed their location, isolating the man in his own darkness. But, he had not really cared. And as always, he asked for a giant mug of beer, on which he drank with pleasure. No signs of his mouth, neither when he drank it.

Merely looking around, people avoided his glare, and tried to ignore his presence. For the man's surprise, he sighted a familiar figure.

- Lord V..? - he muttered silently, with a somewhat unrecognizable voice tone, like if there were more than one person speaking the same words.

Ren watched in bemusment at the idea of the woman being offended that Ren had offered to pay, he also raised his eyes in mild suprise as she summoned the garments forward.

He did'nt know that sorcerery was a common thing, and he was suprised that she revealed her powers so willingly.

Ren watched as the young girl left the room, still wearing his traveling cloak. He made a mental note to make sure he still had it, it was all he had left of his former life.

his thoughts were distracted as the tavern doors burst open, ren raised from his seat and went for his sword. But something about theman forced him to reconsider, he knew that this was not a fight that he could win. He watched silently as he sat back down, at the man stroll across the tavern, he looked shooked, and muttered something other worldly before falling silent again. Ren didnt like the atmosphere that followed this man, and felt that he was a danger to thoes around him.

Rens mind once again flickered to the girl who was now in a room above him, and how he must make sure she is safe, before leaving the tavern with this strange man in the corner.

Then I ask myself the same question.

"If that issn't the Funnyless Jesster..."

The Lizard rose to his feet, and strode towards the newcomer, arms spread wide.
"How long ssince you've been around thesse partss? Quite a while! Where have you been?"

He dragged a chair and the newcomer to the table where everyone else sat, and sat back down.
"My friendss, may I introduce: Deathly Vorhamuss!"

- HoHum. Lively as always, Lord V... I have been very occupied... Ever since I had to cross these lands... Came to Thais... By some coincidence... Or... Just because I was in need of some beer... - he said, being dragged by the Lizard's strong arm to the full table.

- Nice... To meet all of you... - he cluttered, still emitting the ragged voice.

- So, V, what have you been doing these days... Looks like you met new people... - he commented, while looking around at the people sitting on chairs of the table.

Making his seat, he ended up on a chair between Ren and Silven, and then he ordered another giant mug of beer.

- Anyone want anything to drink..? I have plenty of money to spend... So if you want something... Just ask for it... - he said, trying to cheer up the mood of the people on the table.

"Mosst kind of you, friend, but no. It sseemss mosst of uss have a well-filled wallet, sso your fundingss sshall be sspared.", said V after coming back to the table with yet another sup of steaming tea.
"No it'ss not an addiction. I jusst like it a lot."

Hazour merely made a slight smirk of sorrow on his face. Being that he was the only one with a low budget wallet, or rather no wallet at all.

His kinsmen and his culture were not accustom to carrying wallets or money, being that they got what they needed from the land itself.

" Goes to show that some of my culture's traits need some changing..."

Hazour murmured and accepted Silven's proposal of using his money to get something to eat.

He got himself a cheap order of stew and some baked rice, something he hasn't eaten before. He went back to the table and eat quietly as he listened to the others speak to each other. Though his thoughts were on the other woman other than Eilfy.

Thinking to himself.
That woman seems to be more than what she is letting on. She didn't even flinch at Ren or Silven's declarations of being related to Banor or Zathroth.

Then she gave me a cold look... like she was studying me from inside and out. I will only dare say that she maybe more dangerous than these two here... considering her summoning a pair of clothing from flames.

Returning his mind back to reality and studying the new comer. Hazour was surprise that Silven was called Lord V. Though he was polite and won't ask him how he came to such a title, unless Silven felt like sharing it.

"Thank you for the meal Silven, it was about two days since I've eaten. This would be the first city meal I've had since I began my travels outside of my clan."

Hazour went back to eating his meal carefully and not making himself look like a savage; if anything he was raised to use fork and knife on the table to eat, though sometimes he would usually use an iron needle to skew the food and eat it.

Hazour decided to sit back and listen to further conversation, though he still had his katana and glove ready for battle at any moment.