*eyes the dark elf again and returns to her drink*

"Well it picks up at the latest time eras I must say. Criani Peracien may come down stairs in a few as she has gotten some much needed rest. She travelled far to restock this tavern. Oh how rude of me. Criani is the taverns owner here. She would be delighted to meet you. She too was a adventurer and warrior such as yourself. You see that battleaxe hanging above the fireplace. It has somekind of magical property. I am not sure but it has had some adventurers under its belt alright,"Boromir says while serving another big brew to the warrior.

"look barkeep, i am being nice to you..i'm not a friendly being but i bring my money and tip well so that should cover any mistaken rudeness"

"Perhaps you are right. We shall start over then. What is thy name?"Boromir asks.

*looking harshly she hisses.....that is fine, your life really is no concern or use to me i'm trying to find out more about a human that was here last night that goes by the name of Jindemyth. he came is from what looked like a battle but knows nothing of what happened of who he is. i have seen him before i'm sure of it and the feeling i got when he spoke his name brings me back here tonight dispite the angry looks and comments i receive being here"

*admiring the axe above the fireplace. It looks familiar to him but he can not place where he has seen it*

"It would be my pleasure to meet her. Anyone who carries an axe such as that surely has been in many battles"

*notices the axe has a faint glow to it but still can not remember where he has seen it."

*she notices that her sleeve is pulled up enough that he can see her betrayer mark and she quickly covers it up looking up at the barkeep*

"I am Idara, i am a necromancer and i sometimes forget that humans have such fragile feelings because the only ones i ever see are dead and souless"

((OOC please note i will not acknowledge any comment made about my characters race right now.))

*Looks up at her and smirks* Why would you want to know about a human? *Sets her empty glass down*

"the feeling i get from him is that he has been marked by an evil one and though i'm an evil one myself i have my enemies even among the dark ones. i fear he is here to trick me but i don't think he even knows it."

*Sits back in her chair* I dont think I follow. He doesnt... remember whom he is... and YOU think. . . He's here to. . . Kill you?

Boromir's hair stands at end hearing necromancer. He heard of these spellcasters who raise the dead. He faintly smiles and brings a mug of goblin's brew. "This is on the house paid by Rathil. A rich mercenary who owns a guild down the street."

*hears Rathils name again and turns twards Boromir* That is the third time today Ive heard that name... Is he the owner or just the cabin boy of this place?

"that is correct...i think that he got into a fight with one of my enemies and then was put under a spell and sent here to find me...the dark one that put the spell on him can tap into his thoughts"

I see. . . So why dont you just kill him then? *Motions for more brew*

*she notices that her sleeve is pulled up enough that he can see her betrayer mark and she quickly covers it up looking up at the barkeep*

"I am Idara, i am a necromancer and i sometimes forget that humans have such fragile feelings because the only ones i ever see are dead and souless"


Boromir's hair stands at end hearing necromancer. He heard of these spellcasters who raise the dead. He faintly smiles and brings a mug of goblin's brew. "This is on the house paid by Rathil. A rich mercenary who owns a guild down the street."



*she gives the barkeep a nod and tips him for the brew

"because i think i can break the spell and use him for my advantage against my enemy"

Boromir brings another mug of fresh cold brew.

*she notices that her sleeve is pulled up enough that he can see her betrayer mark and she quickly covers it up looking up at the barkeep*

"I am Idara, i am a necromancer and i sometimes forget that humans have such fragile feelings because the only ones i ever see are dead and souless"


Boromir's hair stands at end hearing necromancer. He heard of these spellcasters who raise the dead. He faintly smiles and brings a mug of goblin's brew. "This is on the house paid by Rathil. A rich mercenary who owns a guild down the street."



*she gives the barkeep a nod and tips him for the brew




Right. I'll mark that name down. Who knows he may prove to be interesting *pause* or not. *laughs to herself and then clears her throat* Spells - good or evil - are in the end made to be broken. I HOPE you know what you are doing...*takes her a minute to get the name right* A.. err.. Id.. Idare eerr Idara. Sorry. Bad memory at times.
*she rubs her hands together contemplating* I am Sabrea.

"He is a dear friend of the owner of this tavern Criani Peracien. He owns a Mercenary's Guild down the street."Boromir replies.

Boromir's hair stands at end hearing necromancer. He heard of these spellcasters who raise the dead. He faintly smiles and brings a mug of goblin's brew. "This is on the house paid by Rathil. A rich mercenary who owns a guild down the street."



*she gives the barkeep a nod and tips him for the brew




Right. I'll mark that name down. Who knows he may prove to be interesting *pause* or not. *laughs to herself and then clears her throat* Spells - good or evil - are in the end made to be broken. I HOPE you know what you are doing...*takes her a minute to get the name right* A.. err.. Id.. Idare eerr Idara. Sorry. Bad memory at times.
*she rubs her hands together contemplating* I am Sabrea.


"Sabrea...i do know what i'm doing, now i should go"

*she gets up and leaves the inn*