*Phara takes leave of her new found friends and slips out the door, as it is late for her.*

"Boromir..you have special places for the pixies to sleep and for regular size people...but yet there is no special chair for me...she looks down to the floor and crawls up on the chair next to Morgan"
"Morgan, tell me about your vortex?"


*Stares at Barbus and wonders why he looks at Morgan that way...a look she is not familiar with*

Well Morgan, I shall start from the top, that is if you don't mind Rathil, this story actually concerns her too.

Last night when I was in my trance someone forced a potion down my throat, nearly taking me out permanantly, luckily, Rathil's errand boy over there helped me to his shop where I knew I could find the antidote, however, being that I am a Drow, my body reacts differently and it knocked me out for the better part of the day. While I was out I had a dream, no, a vision if you may, and both of you were in it, as well as a few other members of the Green Dragon Inn.

There was this witch, who had lost her mind, declaring that her god was superior to our gods, and all of us were there, arguing with her about it, then finally, I got fed up and burned her at the stake.

*Pats Jericho on the back*

See, now aren't you glad you didn't kill the lad the other day Barbus. Always thinking ahead you are.

"Barbus...she looks shocked at him...You burned her for no other reason that an argument...What kind of Brut are you!!!!"

*Rathil Laughs*

If Barbus found reason to burn her I am sure that he had an excellent reason for it.

I'll take being called a brut as a compliment, you can call me anything, but never call me late for dinner.

No, I didn't really burn her, it was in a vision, a dream.

She Breezes in with a light step to her feet and a smile on her face. She looks around to see who all is in the Inn.
Wondering where Boromir is, she is thinking that a drink would be nice to have.

"I will never fully understand the male species of any land, for they do not think before they act...I have seen many unnecessary deaths that should never have happened...for that reason alone I have pledged my.....ahhh nothing...sorry...damn it...anyway you must have ample reason to justify killing some is all I can say"

*Rathil notices that Jerichos drink has emptied itself out. He goes around and places another brew in front of him. Jericho looks at the brew, then back at Rathil and pushes the drink away.*

*Rathil laughs loudly*

My my maybe that half elf had more of an effect on you then I thought. you actually refusing a drink?

*Jericho scowls*

Oh shut yer yap Rathil

"Visions are but a picture into the future..beware of what they may have in store for you....I may be a mere hobbit but what I see and hear have done me quite well over my life"

Welcome Re'Anna...Boromir has stepped out...What would you like to drink?

well, like I said, it was a vision, I do not kill without reason, that goes against my nature. Just like the other day, I was merely standing up for poor Borimor, since this Lady Drow thought it be a good idea to mess with him, and try to spill a drink on me, just so she may have her jollies. I turned her to stone, however, a change of heard caused me to release her, only after having her swear that she would never bully anyone while being within these walls.

*Rathil laughs loudly as he turns to Jericho*

Truer words have not been spoken I think. What do you have to say about that Jericho, "Visions are but a picture into the future"

*Jericho first looks at Rathil with anger but his mood suddenly turns sullen.*

Perhaps I do need that drink afterall, *Jericho says as he pulls the drink back to him.*

*Calliope jumps off her chair and slides over to the bar...looks around the corner and says..."Did you want Grapan Liqour?

Morgan chuckles. Yep she was a crazy witch, but I suspect she will be back from the dead again.

She needed burning, but perhaps a steak through the heart would have helped.

Hello there Calliope, how are you? A drink would be lovely.
A meade please.

Seems fair to me, no one need be a B%&&^* to anyone while here at the Inn. And no one need pick on Boromir for he bothers no one at all and serves our needs with a smile. If Criani had been here, I hate to have seen what had happened.

So how has your day been my winged friend?

*Rathil turns around*

Ah Re'anna my dear how good it is to see you again. and you are in luck. I brought my friend with me today. I know how sore you were with him.

*Jericho turns around and looks at Re'anna and sighs and lowers his head.*

Re'anna, this isn't easy for me but I apologize for the other day.. I didn't know what was in the box otherwise I would not have thrown such a treasure.

*Jericho turns back to his drink with a look that can only be described as defeated.*

*Calliope runs into the table area nearly spilling the liquor on Re'Anna and dodges through the front door with her face sheet white...*