Play the flute that Rathil has given you, and your troubled thoughts will dissipate from your mind as he has told you.

Rathil has given you much more than a musical insturment my dear friend.

*Leu looks toward Rathil and nods, almost as if giving thanks on behalf of the half-elf who does not understand the gift that Rathil has bestowed upon her*

*timidly places flute to lips and places fingers over holes* begins to play

*Rathil winks at Leu, although it is always hard to tell the difference between when Rathil attempts to wink as opposed to blink. The crimson eyepatch covering Rathil's left eye makes the movement quite odd to say the least*

*Despite the fact that it is clear she has never played the flute before. Rathil closes his eyes and listens to the struggled notes. He smiles and waits til she is finished and offers her an applause*

Now don't you feel at least a little better? A clearer head?

*notices the exchange between the two men*

thinks to herself how odd it is

awww yes it was some how very soothing
even though not that nice sounding

I would hope so, it was crafted by a very powerful wizard more than 300 years ago.

A wizard? Please do not tell me you have just placed a spell on me?

*Laughs a bit*

Of course it was a spell my dear, but magic works both ways. Good and evil. I told you when I gave it to you it was a very magical item. Although it was made to heal, not to harm

The spell is on the flute my dear.

And your proficency at playing it will come as you learn to let go. The flute will play itself using you as the insturment.

*he winks at her and nods with confidence in what he says*

AHHHH that is funny a healer needing healing.

Thank you for that vote of confidence

Everyone needs healing in some fashion. Even doctors get sick

In the distance you hear some singing, it gets louder and louder as the voice approaches The Green Dragon's Inn.

(Singing)

A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.

Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!

Ah, good Barbus is here

"We often need what we have to give", Leu responds instinctively.

Rathil, just the man I was after...

So I heard, I had to drag Jericho out of here earlier. He was making a fool of himself drinking himself into a stupor. Although he did mention you wanted to see me so I decided to wait around

Sorry for the delay, I was polishing up some weapons for the museaum. Yes, Take a look at this *produces a hammer that resembles Thor's hammer, and throws it as hard as he could out the door, and counts three seconds, by the time he reached three the hammer was back in his hand.*

Hmmm interesting. Does it always come back in 3 seconds or was that willed by you?

Here you try, my hired hand found out the hard way it comes back immediately after it hits something, so maybe we should see what I hit. He threw it thinking it was some junk, and when he turned his back POW! right in the back of the head.