Wren takes a moment and shifts her feet under her before finally meeting Ro’an’s gaze. “I was one of the ones to loose a piece of their soul last night.“
She turns to face her new sister. Still kneeling at the alter. “Sister, Baph fell to Alabaster in a duel to save the town. I don’t know much more other than that. Theron was bringing me back to life while this was happening and I don’t wish to spread misinformation.”
A horrible look of devastation fell on Rowan's face, which turned white as a sheet. "Boy friend is dead?!" Tears welled up into the elf's eyes, she then turned into Kannoth's shoulder and began to sob.
Ithl sat across from Kannoth and Rowan. Seeing the red haired elf in a sad state, he knew only one thing to do. Ithl reached into his bag and produced a large vial of a pink-ish liquid that smelled strongly of watermelons and a little of something else that could not be placed but was familiar.
"Mother Tavern provides." He places the vial on the table in front of Rowan.
Rowan looked up at the noise of the bottle, sniffling and wiped her face. She looked at Tibby, and nodded. Then, she reached for the bottle, popped the top off and took a huge swing of the Bardshine.
Kannoth's ears almost perked at the mention of Rowan's Doc V. created elixir, and he would have been bold enough to ask for a sampling were it not for the solemnity of her following exchange. He signed uncharacteristically, and was visibly relieved that Wren broke the news to her and not him.
The bard squeezed the red-haired sobbing girl deeper into him olive-drabbed frame, hoping it would provide some relief. He then silently watched as Cannonball offered Rowan the Bardshine they had made earlier.
"And Mother Tavern protects. The four of us are here as proof of Her provision. It is unfortunate we were not there when Alabaster had arrived. We could have done something. I know it. We could have repelled them, as we had before."
The bard's other agile hand made its way to his neck, where it clutched at the chain adorned with keys that was often hidden beneath his weathered wheat colored cravat.
Wren takes a moment and shifts her feet under her before finally meeting Ro’an’s gaze. “I was one of the ones to loose a piece of their soul last night.“
She turns to face her new sister. Still kneeling at the alter. “Sister, Baph fell to Alabaster in a duel to save the town. I don’t know much more other than that. Theron was bringing me back to life while this was happening and I don’t wish to spread misinformation.”
A horrible look of devastation fell on Rowan's face, which turned white as a sheet. "Boy friend is dead?!" Tears welled up into the elf's eyes, she then turned into Kannoth's shoulder and began to sob.
Ithl sat across from Kannoth and Rowan. Seeing the red haired elf in a sad state, he knew only one thing to do. Ithl reached into his bag and produced a large vial of a pink-ish liquid that smelled strongly of watermelons and a little of something else that could not be placed but was familiar.
"Mother Tavern provides." He places the vial on the table in front of Rowan.
Rowan looked up at the noise of the bottle, sniffling and wiped her face. She looked at Tibby, and nodded. Then, she reached for the bottle, popped the top off and took a huge swing of the Bardshine.
Kannoth's ears almost perked at the mention of Rowan's Doc V. created elixir, and he would have been bold enough to ask for a sampling were it not for the solemnity of her following exchange. He signed uncharacteristically, and was visibly relieved that Wren broke the news to her and not him. The bard squeezed the red-haired sobbing girl deeper into him olive-drabbed frame, hoping it would provide some relief. He then silently watched as Cannonball offered Rowan the Bardshine they had made earlier. "And Mother Tavern protects. The four of us are here as proof of Her provision. It is unfortunate we were not there when Alabaster had arrived. We could have done something. I know it. We could have repelled them, as we had before." The bard's other agile hand made its way to his neck, where it clutched at the chain adorned with keys that was often hidden beneath his weathered wheat colored cravat.