Seipher turns back to the cleric " will you help Zero, i fear she is badly wounded"

I had "other business" to atend to I know there have been some saves stollen and that kind of magic in the wrong hand is very dangerous.

"I have had problems focusing all day, felling disconected often but things are more stable now, a fight might just clear my head.
I befriended a pegusus last night and have got quite a feel for flying"

I am not used to seeing others of my race I am glad to see a brother here. Pegasas you say, Hmmm

Yes, I fear not to offend you dear sir, however I am not sure what type of blood or race this subject is. Is he really human? If he is not, then I am afraid I can't help you. The DNA is different and I my experience is not that of another race.

"it is a blessing,to say the least to see another drew, it has been a long long time. are you fighting tonight?"

he is a she, and she is a minotore. i had heard that a cleric could help! could you atleast look, i'm sure the rest of my companions will be up soon.

what is your name cleric? we have not been introduced, i am seipher

Are you kidding I missed it last night and Zero was injured I must fight for her tonight

injured!!! she took a fire bolt to the chest off a manick gnome, we got the git though.

humanusfemina turns swiftly aback to be surprised by the figure at the stairwell approaching her with this request.
"Dear Sir, I fear not to offend you, it is nice to meet you. I was just going to request from the merchant here who the human baby was, and how long it has stayed here." And she walks slowly towards him with a magical trepadation.
"I would be most happy to attend to your wounded friend, however my experience holds that of training with humans. I fear that I will not be able medically to attend to your friend, however I am more than happy to talk to her if she needs someone to lend an ear".

"My name is humanusfemina, from a peasant and royal mixed bloodline in England. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." She quietly holds her head down.

thank you cleric, will you be fighting tonight?

This way Humaus taking her by the hand and leading her up to zeros room she is suffering anything you could do would be greatly appreciated

From somewhere in the distance....a Bellowing roar can be vaguely heard...It is unfamiliar but, loud enough to turn the heads of most of the guests...After a few moments...the conversations around the tavern resume... again the roar rings out...This time the bellowing is much more distinct and obviously closer....and powerful enough to make the tableware tremble and vibrate...

In the ensueing silence...a door upstairs flings open and the squealing shriek of happiness can be heard as the tiny halfling Rogue/Hooker bounds down the stairs unmindful that she is only partially dressed... Without thought...she begins to wrap her breasts with her gauzey linens...as she frantically bounces up and down at the door of the inn laughing and crying with exhultant expectation.

What is wrong Little one have you been harmed as well?

at the first roar seipher draws his poisoned blade, but at the sight of the hobbit, obviously thrilled by it he relaxes and sits down. "could be exciting" he thinks

Startled, humanusfemina departs silently up the stairwell to look at the wounded female soldier, retreating out of sight.

scomail pulls out his lute and sings...
Close the door, put out the light.
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know?
The winds of Thor are blowing cold.
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through.

They choose the path where no-one goes.

They hold no quarter.

Walking side by side with death, The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow, The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through, To build a dream for me and you

They choose the path where no-one goes.

They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
The dogs of doom are howling

Scomail continues with a second song.....

Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley blow,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.

Oh the war is common cry, Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes