A Tavern of Course!

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

Zayr felt energy rush through her limbs, the vile poison being clensed from her body. She sat upright, dark eyes glaring around, humans gawking at what had occured. A winged boy collapsed next to her. She sniffed in disgust, mostly to the humans and edged away from the scene. Tarath was kneeling, he stood solmnoly.
"You owe that boy your life." He said shortly.
"I know." Zayr said her reply equally short. She pulled a small vial from her pocket, it was black and had a slivery liquid inside. She set it next to Darc and Rei.
"Give that to him. It's elven wine, strongest they've got. By the gods that'll wake 'im up." She said with a chuckled and headed out of the tavern. Tarath taking a look back and exiting as well.

[nyrafan]

Staring at Darq, Sylvaina only noticed the wine by its strong smell. Gaping, she demanded," What did you do?" She had last seen that type of healing magic....who knew how long ago! But it had been in a place she couldn't quite remember...Her eyes widening she quickly closed her mouth and asked the man behind the bar for a room.

[actsonimpulse]

Darc grinned at Sylvania and Rei sourly, staring at the black vial. "It's been a long time since I've done that," he groaned. He reached for the bottle the woman that man called "Zayr" had given him. Grimacing at the silver liquid, he simply placed the bottle in a leather pouch on his hip and stood up. He brushed off his wings and flashed an indifferent smile. "I guess I looked worse off than I felt," Darc thought, fingering the pouch that held the small vial.

Rei looked at the woman with a strange expresion. "... You know, I'm not human," she saud as the woman left. Rei jumped back in surprise, not knowing where the statement came from, or why she had said it. The lady had not said anything about human at all... at least not that she was aware of. Rei grimaced as she got up aand dusted her clothes off as well. She did not know how long she had been on the floor, but Darc was nowhere to be found.
The sun warmed his body as he flew, searching the ground. His massive wings beat easily, he missed flying. But back on Orcoth, Geedo, that fat toad looking Deimos would not let him have the time to even think about flying. He'd always sneak away every chance he got to visit the peaceful burial grounds of his father. The calming sound of the ocean washing up on the eroding cliffs always soothed him.
A vivid flashback of the sacred place came back to him as the sun beat down warmly on his scarred back. He reminisced of the familiarly colorful shadow of the sun filtered through a stained glass window of the only church wall left standing -- cliffside...
He snapped out of everything, catching wind of Zayr and Tarath. He dove down, swiftly headed straight for the pair, casting a malicious shadow over them as he landed on front of their path. He directed his stare at the woman, reaching into his pouch. Grinning and holding out a closed, blue, scaly, 3 fingered hand, he pulled his wings in to rest.
"You left this at the tavern miss," he said flatly and opened his hand to reveal the vial she had so kindly offered him. "I appreciate your... concern, for lack of a better word, but I have no need for it. I assumed you could put it to better use," he continued, shift slightly.
he looked over to Tarath. "----- Aren't you the drunk from the tavern?" Darc asked, snickering, his eyes refocusing on the bottle. "Impressive," he admitted, referring to the effects of the wine, guessing that it had been used on Tarath as well.