Boromir brings bundles of cloths and water.

"Here this should be enough to tend the injured. Those who are injured can stay in the many rooms of the tavern if you like. Criani has always supported the cause of the people," Boromir says.

*watchs the others. Tenses up when the smell of blood from the axe floods her nose*

As Samwise waits patiently for the lady to speak he realizes that she perhaps wants to be left alone. He then scurries off in the kitchen to cook up some food. Afterall, hobbits do get hungry six times a day.

*comes back to realty. watches the little man walk away. She didn't want anything, just someone to talk with. Lately she feels alone*

Snorting loudly Draven signals one of his runners. In walks a Larger Minotaur than him,, Wearing full armour, bleeding from the arm and a wound in his head. Blaide is Draven's most trusted aide. With a rumble to his comrade, He scoops up the bandages,, and like a thief in the night,, He is out the door like a flash. Draven then looks at Boromir and states. As long as i am in town there are at least 10 minotaurs around us in the area. Not one of us is allowed to venture anywhere alone. And This inn is now under my clans Protection.

"And so it shall be great friend.

As for me, I will be traveling soon away following the footsteps of an ancient seer to maintain balance between evil and good. That neither side will have more then the other.

Criani will be very pleased to know when times will go hard that a mighty minotaur clan will be protecting this tavern," Boromir says adjusting his white robes and holding his unusual staff.

Whats going on?

Dravens eyes flash to the quiet hooded one. My clan was attacked and for 2 days we have fought to survive.

"It looks like we have been attacked by unusual creatures. Concerning me I have been selected by the ancient seer that had visited us a couple of days ago to become a seer. I am to see the foresight of battles and powerful magic and change the shift of time. I now understand my role here in the Lands of Bavidirian," Boromir says watching his friend Samwise go in and out of the kitchen doing various tasks.

*stands*

need help I am ready to fight! *she hisses to the large minotaur. She may not look like much an rather small but she knows how to fight*

*nods to the man* do what you need to do, I will always help protect the Inn. You where the first person to not run in fear from me.

At this moment, i need rest. I have fought for 2 strait days and need to recoup some energy.

"There will be much to see where I travel. Strange dreams have been occurring while I was in my room the last couple of days. Dreams of destinies, yet they also shown I will be doing them with a group of adventurers. In time I will find a worthy group of protectors to help change the shift of time through my ability of foresight. I fear the biggest threat these lands will suffer is the rage of the Demon Horde's of Morashi'tar. Such a demon of great powers cannot be downed by mere metal, but great magic," Boromir explains.

Samwise goes upstairs to fix the beds in each room. The mighty minotaur looks like he would need the rest. He is full of blood and his weapon is ridiculously big, especially for a hobbit of a mere 3 feet.

Did you ever find out what in on your hand sir?

Blaide will return to his post soon. He is watching out for me while i rest. If there is a problem he can handle himself very well. I have trained him since he was very young.

Criani Peracien has identified the marking. Afterall, she has travelled the lands for a very long time seeing the most unusual things. She mentions that only 5 ancient seers roam the land, and that of the north star that the high elves worship as their goddess has selected me to become a seer. Criani also mentioned that it is a gift given to me, yet I feel it can be a very sad burden to know the future of everyone I touch and everything. To see death before someone even experiences it. To see destruction before it even happens. That is why I am to learn how to reverse some of these misery's or at least try to," Boromir says somewhat disturbed.

Then shaking his head he chuckles lightheartingly.

"Who would ever think that a simple man serving food and drinks will be burdened with such responsiblity?" he says looking at his hand.

That must be hard, but will you warn others when their death is coming?

"I don't know my true potential yet or of a seer, yet I fear that with practice I might know," Boromir replies looking at the small hobbit jumping down the stairs that are too big for him.

Draven starts to nod off sitting in his seat. The battle replays itself in his head and he thinks of ways to prevent this from happening again.