*jumps then looks at Draven*

*Thogeon comes back from the wizards tower with the Aloe leaves, a mortar and pestle, and 1 nugget of sulphur. He hands the items to Ifitius*

Calliope brings a bottle of liquor and a fresh piece of linen from the storage area, over to Ifritius.

She looks at Ifritius, "I dont think you need glasses for this, do you?"

*Sabrea walks in looking tired and somewhat sadened. Her blue cloak covered with soot to look black*

Thank you

*Takes the items and places them onto the table, then the two glasses of liquer, and chuggs them one after the other*

Sorry, I needed the liquid courage, blood and guts makes me squeemish.


*spreads the sheet accross the table, and then pulls Draven's and lays it onto the table. all the ingredients that were brought except for the leaves are put into the mortar and are gound up, then placed onto one of the leaves. Ifritius reaches into his bag and produces more ingredients; eye of newt, a ruby dragon's scale, and the fourth toe of a three toed sloth. All get ground up and placed onto the leaf. Finally, he makes a paste out of the concoction by adding a little Grapen Liquor, then applies it to the wound, which immediately starts glowing, and a white odorless smoke rises.*

He wrapps the first leaf that he had the concoction on around the arm, then the other two leaves over that, finally, he tears a strip out of the sheet and ties it around the aloe leaves, to keep them in place.

The paste will kill the poison, and the aloe will start to sweat, and the sweat will ensure that there will be no unsightly scarring. I will finish the healing process.

*Picks up his ivory walking stick, presses on the right eye of the skull that is on the top (right eye is a jewl for light magic, left eye is a jewl for dark magic) then traces the outline of Draven's body, and says a few magic words.


*Draven wakes up fully rested, and shows no signs of ever being wounded, except he knows he has been*

Leave that bandage on for as long as it takes to drink an ale, and remove it. You shall find no scar, and no sign of any wound.

"Hi There, have we met, Im Calliope, a 3ft hobbit from the hills of Tantor! As you can see, things are a bit stirred up right now. Would you like something to drink or eat?" she smiles at the traveler she has not met yet

*notices the cloaked figure walk in but is to busy wondering what is going to happen with draven to speak.*

Aww come on Ifritius, why does he get the special treatment? Remember when my wing was torn off, you did nothing.

Stop whining you, or I will break something off that won't grow back.

Sheesh

"I knew you were going to drink that darn bottle. Thank you Ifritius," she stands next to him at the table. Her breathing becomes intense as she looks at how cute he is.....

*walks over to Draven, places her cold hand on his forhead to cool him off a little bit*

holding his head,, draven mutters what the hell happened to me?

"much nicer than my axe. I hope he learns from this, shouldn't be taking on orcs by himself."

Calli? You are a mind reader? I never knew that about you, your group is very lucky to have a mind reader with them, you can use that to your advantage when you run into different creatures in the future.

With all the commotion in the tavern. she starts to mumble. "Pan, where is that silly cat?" she looks over at the fireplace and sees him curled up in front of the fire as calm as can be. She thinks about picking him up, but changes her mind...he looks so comfy..

i didnt seek them out, they attacked me on the way here the other night

You tied into a handfull of orcs, and were bitten, had it not been for your friends here, you may have died, or had a heck of a time with swinging your axe with only one hand.

Somebody better tie a bell around his neck

((for those who are playing at home))

= Barbus
= Ifritius

*removes her hand and walks to a table in the other corner and sits down, lays her head down*