*nods to the cloaked man*

*watches him intently*

to Rathil

Thank you

I do

*He says patting the man in the cloak on the back. The man merely grunts in reply and seems to tense up a bit about it being so openly talked about. Rathil takes note of the grunt and looks at the half-elf*

Perhaps we should step in back and discuss this further. it should only take a few moments.

*Looks back to the half elf.*

If you need anything else dear just yell.

Jericho, you stay here and keep the young woman company please

*sips her wine and wearily looks around the room*

*notices the cloaked man watching her*

*The man speaks up a bit, not really looking at the woman but clear he is talking to her as there is no one else around.*

I don't do this well but I fear I owe you an apology for my actions the other night. It has been a long week and I was taking my aggressions out in inappropriate ways

It is something I am used to. Have no worries. In my 24 years I have become immune to it.

*He nods not wishing to push the issue further. He just sits there drinking his brew*

*clears her throat*

Umm pardon me if I put you at an unease. But I can not help but stare for I feel like I know you or that I am supposed to know you. But I cannot recall our paths ever crossing before.

I would find it doubtful if you knew me. I have lived in Sinatorium my whole life. Have very rarely even been outside the city.

Hmm I did not think I had but still it plagues me

My apologies for that

No apologies neccessary for it. Umm Jericho is it?

I am Alatariel Mithrandir. Nice to make your aquaintance.

Yes, Jericho

Good to meet you

I must be off to bed now. Please tell Rathil thank you for the wine. And as I said last night please do not interfere if you hear my screams.

*Quietly nods to the woman as she leaves*

*gets up from her stool and heads up the stairs*

* still confused as to why the man Jericho seems so familiar*

*turns and looks at the man one more time before continuing up*

*The man is still looking kind of sullen as he stares at his half empty mug.*

thinks to herself as she enters her room what a sad soul that one has.

Barbus locks the front door, stokes the fireplace, and extinguishes all of the candles in the tavern, then proceeds to wipe all of the tables, and the bar, followed by washing every dish, fork knife, and mug in the building. After that, he washes the windows, and wipes the dust off of the bottles behind the bar. He does not know what came over him, but something popped in his head, and he has started to take pride in more than just killing, could this be the birth of a new Barbus, or is he sick? Tune in next time, same Green Dragon time, same Green Dragon page.

*Thogeon wakes up at the corner table. The nightmare still burning in his mind. He can't take to pounding in his head. He gets up grabs his axe and heads outside to hunt for the demons that haunt his dreams.*