She hit her head last night! Idid not realize it, but she has not felt well all day. She's convulsing now!

*Sanne smiles at the half elf and lets him guide her movements. Putting up no resistances at all to what he does.*

Phara, please fetch me another cold washcloth to wipe her face with, and more broth, we need to get something in her for her strength

*inspects the halfling, and lays his hands upon her, and closes his eyes, a tear rolls down his cheak as Barbus absorbs the negative energy from the ailing halfling, then collapses back into his chair*

*In a weakened tone* I saw a fall, and the lights went out ~gasp~ For a little one, you took quite a hit, took a lot of energy to heal you, how you feeling now? *passes out from the energy drain*

Barbus????? You're a healer?! I am so glad!!!

Calliope's still unconscious, grabs her belly again and moans..."hhhmmmmm...hhmmmmmm" in a whining soft voice.

He lays her back and he beds her intensely and full of heat and passion. He pulls her hair back and lets a game of master and slave insues. In the heat of the moment he pulls his sword from under the pillow and puts it to her throat pretending to punish her and with a gutteral growl he says Esane i have you.

BLAST!!!!!!!!!!! is everyone going to go weak on me tonight,, placing the halfling back on the table the minotaur picks up barbus and places him on the bar.

There there, let me get you some broth Calliope just a sip or so?

He'll just need a few sips of some wine and some rest, his is a power drain, he'll be ok.

*The half elf feels the tip of a sword press against his neck*

On contrair my darling, it is I who have you. Did you think me so foolish that a sword hidden under a pillow would get the best of me? Say hello to my wonderful illusion.

*The figment of Esane laying on the bed smiles and waves at him before disappearing*

I like you though

*She steps back a bit*

You have earned the right to defend yourself

well, im no nursemaid, im used to battlewounds, not drunk accidents. or healers. this is not like anything im used to

he jumps from the bed and slowly approaches with caution saying that is a nasty trick and lunges forward to attack with a backhand slashacross her chest

Thank you Draven, you've been most helpful!

"Phara,I thought you had to leave. What happened? I saw you leave and then I dont remember anything." she says in a very shallow voice

i told barbus i would help with anything, didnt realize i would be playing nursemaid, but anything i can do to help

*sweat starts rolling off of Barbus*

*whispered* pouch, pouch, white bottle, in pouch, one cup halfling, one cup Barbus.

(the pouch is a magical pouch that you don't have to look into to find what you look for, it automatically finds your hand, the bottle contains a liquid that smells horrible, but is tasteless, there is an inscription in the glass, written in ancient elven)

I just want you eat some broth tonight and relax, it's a good thing Barbus came through. You were in serious trouble! You had a possible concussion and had begun to convulse.

*Esane laughs as her sword easily parries the thrust and a dagger comes out of her belt into her left hand. She thrusts her sword up high and when he goes to parry he thrusts her dagger into the wrist of the hand holding his sword. As the half elf drops his sword Esane smiles at him.*

First Jericho and now you, When will you people learn that I will get what I have come here for. No matter how many people stand in my way.

*She pulls out a letter sealed in an another parchment and puts her dagger through it*

Do make yourself useful in death my dear and deliver this message to Alatariel

*She says as she stabs the dagger with the note pinned to it into Earunder's heart*

As earendur sucks in his last breath he lets out a scream that chills the air with its bloody curl alarming the patrons of the Green Dragon's Inn