Calliope now knows what noises had frightened her as she entered the town...hearing that her sweet friend Barbus is making all those sounds with his twin brother..she fears for his safety...

She acknowledges Dravens introduction and remarks, "I was wondering if you were ever going to introduce yourself. I had to ask other patrons what your name was." sighs and shrugs her shoulders.

Not wanting to watch this terrible fight, she goes to the kitchen to look for something to eat...She feels for her pouch and then realizes that it is on the Inn floor, she runs swiftly almost knocking a chair over this time, grabs her pouch and returns to the kitchen.

*Rathil laughs at the two in the air*

Oh Barbus, You better have brought some fun back for me as well my friend

*Rathil yells up*

I always bring you a gift when I go on vacation

*Another loud laugh comes from Rathil*

You leave me no choice brother, but I must send you back to hell from whence you came

*draws a red glowing daggar, and drives it into Rakar's side, and sending his lifeless body crashing through the open window of the Green Dragon's Inn, right on top of poor Borimor*

I'll see you on the other side brother. *whispered*


Barbus continues to fly, landing at his school where he proceeds to clean his wounds, he shall return to the inn later.


Rathil, dispose of this trash, and keep anything you find.

*Thogeon who was walking towards the inn has seen the two winged creatures battle in the sky. Wondering if the fight will end up on the ground*

Men and their squabbles, she says. What is it with men always wanting to fight? saying this more to herself than to anyone else.

*Thogeon sees the winged creature fall through the window of the tavern and goes inside to see what damage has been done*

*Rathil runs into the inn and pulls the creature off Boromir. Seeing the elf is quite dead he pulls out a wand and taps it to Boromir. Warm healing magic flows through the boy healing up any cuts and scrapes he just received, and mending the broken arm.*

Boromir, hasn't anyone ever told you not to stand under fighting elves?

it would be nice if the fight hit the ground draven things to himself, maybe i could quench some of the blood lust of the ax

Boromir gets up panting loud as he holds his heart. He is shocked and confused!

Turns to see the dead drow lying in a heap on the floor.
Remarkable how he looks just like Barbus.
Boromir, are you ok?

Always ready to use that wand of yours aren't you Rathil, smiling wickedly at him.

But Rathil I just opened the window!!

*With Boromir being tended too Rathil goes over to the corpse of Barbus' brother. He takes out another wand and points it at the corpse. His eyes light up and he smiles*

Oh my, what treasures you have brought me Barbus, *He says to no one in particular*

*Rathil reaches down and picks up the elfs sword, takes two rings off of the elfs fingers and the bag that was attached to the elfs hip.*

These will go quite nicely with my collection.

*Thogeon sees rathil tending to Boromir*

"Rathil is he going to be alright?"

*Rathil doesn't look up as he is collecting his new found treasures.*

Hmmm? Oh yes yes, the boy will be fine. Nothing a bit of magic can't cure

*Rathil looks at the glowing sword he just picked up. He swings it a few times to test the weight.*

Perfectly balanced. I have always loved drow craftsmanship

seeing the fight over draven sits back down and emtpys the bottle of brew in front of him, and becomes quiet again

Oh come now Boromir, you are fine. It was just a broken arm

Calliope comes back through the kitchen door with a platter of fresh vegetables and fruits...All finely cut up and puts it on the bar...She looks in shock as she watched Rathil pull the creature off Boromir and heals his wounds.

She looks over at Phara with a wink, "Help yourself to the platter of fine appetizers I managed to find in the kitchen"

She reaches behind the bar for a small glass and fills it with fresh water...she pulls a sassafras root out of her pouch and puts it in her glass.

*seeing that rathil is tending to boromir. Thogeon help himself to a brew and has a seat at the bar*

broken arms and flying elves, fun times in the town inn tonight draven thinks to himself