Open Chronicles The Last Chance Inn

[Ennio]

The Last Chance Inn - Alliria

No one and everyone at the same time knew the Last Chance Inn on the corner of Telford Street.

At one time or another the Tavern had been visited by a cousin or a friend of a friend or someone else vaguely known. It was a topic of contention, conversation. The Tavern had always been there, or it had recently opened. No one was quite sure, and arguments about it died fairly quickly. For in the end all that mattered was that the nights destination had been chosen.

For where else could one get fairly priced drinks, a decent meal, and perhaps even a place to stay if they met the right person.

The Last Chance Inn was the perfect place to party. It never seemed too crowded, music was always playing, and the owner? The Owner seemed about as right as a warm cake on a cold day.

"LILY" Ennio's voice broke over the din of the crowd, his head spinning as he motioned towards one of the serving girls prancing through the room. In her arm was cradled a large platter, upon it an assortment of food and ales. She looked about as lost as could be, peering around the common room like a lost lamb. "Table four! Table four!"

He shouted with a shake of his head, motioning towards the folk at the table in front of him. "So hard to find good help these days. I swear."

There were a few chuckles, and he shook his head.

"Ah well." Ennio lamented, pulling out a bottle of Karak Odrir whisky. "Anyone interested in a tipple?"

He asked the table in front of him, the resounding sound of cheers echoing out just a few seconds later. The sound of them drowned out in the music of the common room.

 

[Virdan]

Her riding cloak was soaked through. Black leathers a second, slick skin. It had been Andor who'd seen the lights of this place in the distance. Just in time, too. Her shoulder throbbed. Her cloak hid the growing crimson that already mingled with her drenched clothes. Andor remained invisible as he landed in a shadowed part of the massive lawn in front of the...it was an Inn.

"Good job," she managed to whisper, her hand running on black scales as Andor nearly put his belly to the ground so she could slip and stumble off. A huff of warm air against her as she leaned against his side. "I'll be alright," she murmured as she finally pushed away from the support he offered. She didn't look back as she slowly made it across the lawn. Around the side of the building and into the front doors.

Black spots swayed in front of her vision as she staggered inside. Laughter and chatter meeting her ears. Warmth meeting her cold skin. One hand remained pressed to her shoulder beneath her cloak. One staggering step forward. Then another before she began sinking to the ground.

 

[Ipatiy Kozlov]

Ipatiy had recently arrived in Alliria during her usually merchant trips, having scoured some odd goods along the way after a chance encounter with a farmer merchant. Having bought a few items of interest, intending to turn them over for profit later. But, in the meantime she had been looking to recover the initial purchasing cost just in case.

Fortunately whispers among town was The Last Chance had just recently opened it's door again. An odd place that everyone seemed to know about despite herself not personally knowing anyone that had been there. Regardless a newly open Inn might have need for some part time worker, and if the place always seemed to have a steady stream of customers like the rumors said. Well that it means a steady stream of income.... and tips if she played her cards right.

That is if she could find the place, from what her sources said they could never really remember nor point out the exact location. But once more luck seemed to be on the maids side as she eventually reached the inn on Telford Street, steeping through the front door, almost being blasted by the sudden change in atmosphere, the hum of patrons, the warm but temperate air and smell of drinks and food. "...... peculiar".

While looking around her ears caught a string of words that made Ipatiy's eyes light up. [So hard to find good help these days. I swear]. With the gliding grace of an assassin she spun over to the origin of the voice, a well groomed blonde man currently holding a bottle of top quality whisky. "Pardon my interruption sir". She responded with a respectful curtsy. "I could not help but over hear your earlier comment on 'finding good help', I do not suppose that means their is a possible job opening at this fine establishment".

Ennio

 

[Alyxander Quellchrist]

Alyxander hadn't ever been much of a drinker, but the smiles and laughter from the men and women who served him was a fine enough excuse to make this little detour. It wasn't often soldiers of Dornoch were sent on assignment this far outside of the city, and this particular mission had been monotonous and exhausting. Escort jobs were boring enough when the target was a dignitary who didn't know how to shut their mouth.

No, they'd earned this, and the Commander was pleased to see his unity enjoying some well-needed unwinding. So long as they didn't need to be dragged out at the last call, there wasn't a limit on how many coins they could spend on this little excursion. Mighty men and women of the Dornoch military clinked mugs and reveled on this night.

Their commander, Alyxander Quellchrist, stood off to one wall, a small flask full of something decidedly less aromatic occasionally meeting his lips as he watched his troops. It felt wonderful to be out of his heavy armor for a change, instead opting for the military dress he rarely had an opportunity to don, the deep blue hues of his coat adorned with golden broaches and chains melded nicely with the ebony of his hair, trousers and boots.

Tales of this place had reached far and wide across the land, of course, and of its peculiar keeper, Ennio Gladhand. He was certainly a sight to behold, zipping across the massive tavern and serving all with a smile. Quellchrist rather admired his tenacity. It took dedication to devote oneself to the service of others, any soldier would tell you that.

It was the woman stumbling in with a stagger to her step through the door beside Alyx that worried him.

The stranger was clad head to toe in black, but her clothes were even darker under the blankets of rain that assailed her. She clutched at her shoulder as though she'd been wounded, and her legs wobbled and buckled as though...

The raven-haired man had only a second to react as she collapsed, pushing from the wall and quickly looping an arm underneath the stranger before she collided with the floor. Her eyes looked up at him cloudy and unfocused.

"Keeper, I need water!" He called to the ever-present Gladhand. "She's hurt!"

 

[Ennio]

It wasn't every day that you got exactly what you were asking for dropped in your lap.

Well, except at the Last Chance Inn.

There was a strong point of pride that everyone who entered the Tavern got to leave happy, and it seemed that today the rule applied to Ennio as well. A bright beaming smile spread on his lips as Ipatiy Kozlov curtsied before him.

"There is always a place to help in an establishment like this." The Tavernkeep practically sang, placing down the nearly full bottle in his hand on the table besides him. "Our pay is fai-"

Before he could finish someone darted across the room towards the open door.

Ennio's head snapped immediately to the right, lips thinning as shock colored his features. He spotted the figure half fallen to the ground, heard the call of the Knight who had valiantly run to the woman's side. Already stepping forward Ennio suddenly pulled an apron from his pocket.

The slip of cloth appearing from an impossible space as he tossed it towards Ipatit. "You're hired!"

He declared without asking for name or reference.

"Fetch some water, quickly." Ennio ushered, motioning towards the kitchen. "Ask the chef!"

The Innkeep said as he rushed towards the fallen woman.

Virdan | Alyxander Quellchrist | Ipatiy Kozlov

 

[Ipatiy Kozlov]

Catching the fabric in hand Ipatiy went into work mode right away, expertly putting on and tying the apron around her existing uniform. She didn't bother to ask where is had come from, being a practicing magic user herself items seemingly coming out of nowhere was nothing new to her.

That and the sudden appearance of the wounded women took priority over her personal curiosity. "Thank you sir, right away sir". The maid promptly replied before hastily gliding her way towards the kitchen.

"I'm new, don't have time for small talk, wounded patron, need water". Ipatiy stated, getting right to the point as she entered. Being handed a jug of the cool liquid before dashing back out into the main hall. Weaving past tables and customers before reaching the entrance where her new employer was located, along with said wounded guest and the person who discovered their body.

"I have the water sir, how is she? Is medical attention required"? She asked, kneeling down to the women's head jug in hand, carefully cradling it and pouring a bit of the refreshing liquid into her open mouth.

Virdan Alyxander Quellchrist Ennio

 

[Virdan]

There was a jolt. Hazel eyes that seemed more golden in this light cracked open. She blinked at the three-eyed man who kept her from making friends with the floor. She felt Andor's worry and it sharpened her senses enough to keep her awake. Fingers didn't release the grip on her shoulder, the barb of the arrow point solidly lodged in there but the shaft long-ago broken away.

Confused gaze swept away from the one who held her up to a blond man in nice clothing.

And then a woman with an apron on who was...

Head jerked to the side as the water bounced off her lips and trickled down her chin.

"A healer," she rasped. "I need a healer." Another wave of black-spots flooded her vision at the movement. Eyes closed for a moment as she forced herself to stay awake.

 

[Alyxander Quellchrist]

True to his reputation, Mr. Gladhand was on the situation immediately with an apron and a demanding call for water. The woman in his arms slid her golden hues open, cloudy but aware. Good, she wasn't totally out cold. Whatever happened to her had left her quite drained, and that hand she had wrapped around her shoulder was far too familiar to a soldier; she was sporting a nice wound under that palm, he would guess.

A white-haired woman, one who'd only just entered the inn shortly prior and already seemed to have been put to work, quickly brought a jug of water and brought it to the stranger's lips. Well, tried to anyways, the woman turned her head stubbornly, summoning just enough energy to refuse the drink and demand more serious help.

Well, he'd planned on getting to that next.

"She's got a wound on her shoulder, but I can't see how bad it is while she's holding it." He looked briefly to the girl with the water, offering a smile of thanks before casting a decidedly more unimpressed glance at the woman struggling to stay conscious. "You also need to not get dehydrated while you're battling an injury, Now let go of your shoulder and let me help you"

A gloved hand closed around the one gripping her wound and pulled it away, his face wincing as he saw the sight of the wound, an arrow barb buried snugly in her flesh. It wasn't anything life threatening, so long as it wasn't poisoned.

"Miss..." Alyx spoke towards Ipatiy. "There's a violet colored vial in the satchel on my waist, would you mind fetching it for me?"

 

[Ennio]

Head were beginning to turn towards the commotion at the door, but true to form Ennio seemed right on top of it. "Ladies and gentlemen!"

The Tavernkeep said, calling to the common room and heading off any possible rumors that might swirl around the busy Inn. A wide smile pulled at his lips, no crease of concern or worry painting his face as he motioned towards the prone woman.

"Please have no worries!" He said. "We're no hospital but even those stumbling in will get the best care! We don't call it the 'Last Chance' for no reason!"

A few chuckles went around the room as Ennion leaned in towards Ipatiy. "Do what he says."

Ennio whispered before returning to the crowd.

"For any inconvenience the next round is on me!" A roar of cheers went up as he made his declaration. The troubles and tribulations of even a minor inconvenience like a dying woman entirely forgotten by the people of Alliria.

He then whirled around almost instantly, crouching besides Virdan next to Alyxander. His face became more serious. "We should get her to a room."

Ennio remarked, motioning towards the far door at the end of the common room.

 

[Ipatiy Kozlov]

Ipaity clicked her tongue in annoyance as the women refused to drink. Watching the water run down her face as she requested a healer. The other man already at the scene explaining the situation in more detail. “I see, we will need to remove the clothing too if we wish to treat it”. Eyes glancing down to said wound as Alyxander pulled the hand away, the maid frowning at the imbedded arrow. “That makes things difficult”.

“Madam, a bit of advice, if you need medical attention I would suggest you head to a temple first and not a Tavern. The alcohol sold here isn’t meant for wounds”. The maid stated, questioning why they would come here and not one of the many holy places scattered throughout the city.

Her head turning to Alyxander as the man indicated to a mysterious purple vial on his person. Ipaity raising an eyebrow of doubt, looking to her new employer for conformation. “If you say so sir”. A hand reaching over to slide into the satchel, rummaging around before producing the vial that’s liquid matched her eyes. “Before we take her to a spare room may I ask what this does, do you drink it or apply if directly to the wound”?

Alyxander Quellchrist Ennio Virdan

 

[Virdan]

Shes got a wound on her shoulder, but I cant see how bad it is while shes holding it.

"Right here," teeth grit as a flutter of agitation flickered across her tired brow. He'd find no resistance as he moved her hand. The roar of cheers sounded far away. The men and one woman's face going in and out of focus as well as nonsensical words. Something about alcohol. Clothing.

Great dragon lords, help her. Had Andor lead her to a brothel?

Lips parted but she never got a chance to warn them about what might be coming as she thoroughly passed out against the dark-haired stranger.

They had time; she hoped.

 

[Alyxander Quellchrist]

Well weren't they just the perfect little team? You'd almost think they'd rehearsed it all, with Ennio immediately moving to damage control on the confused and concerned patrons with the seasoned tongue of a noble. He had to wonder where he'd gotten so good at talking through his teeth.

Then there was this impromptu employee of his, questioning him on his methods and making some rather obvious-- though wildly unhelpful-- observations about the situation. He'd no doubt her heart was in the right place, but the Dornoch knight really didn't have time to be conversing with her. As she raised the bottle quizzically, Quellchrist quickly snatched it from her hands with a brief apologetic look.

Uncorking the vial, he poured some of its contents onto Virdan's wounds. There was no visible effect, save for the purple liquid seeping into her flesh, but Alyx seemed satisfied. "Numbing and disinfectant. I use it for battle wounds all the time. It'll make this next part far less excruciating for her."

Despite Ipatiy's insistence, Alyx had no intention of moving her to a bed until she was out of danger, and that wouldn't be until the arrowhead was removed. Bringing a hand to his hip, Quellchrist drew his curved dagger and quickly but carefully cut away the riding cloak and equally soaked clothes underneath from Virdan's shoulder.

By this point several people under Alyx's command had gathered around, offering hands where needed. Once he'd exposed the skin, reaching into the wound with a small tool, graciously provided by his field medic, Yvon, was a simple enough matter.

Thought it would undoubtedly hurt like hell.

"Hold her now, I'm going to pull it out and the moment I do, I want you to go bandage her up. Can you do that for me?" He earnestly asked up at the white-haired girl.

 

[Ennio]

At this point, Ennio was mostly just standing to the side. His expression was nearly impossible to read, though a quick smile flickered over his features as Ipaty pointed out that the Last Chance was no hospital "That is a good point."

He chirped. "Though if any tavern is close, it's this one."

The Tavern Keeper seemed to be strangely calm throughout all of this. Either apparently not caring, or simply having an audacious amount of confidence in himself. As Ipaty looked at him questioningly he simply waved his hand towards Quellchrist.

"Do follow his lead, the gentlemen seems to know what he's doing." Probably, likely. Hopefully. "I'll prepare a room..."

Ennio said as he began to walk away, gently parting the row of soldiers that had surrounded them. "I swear we had a..."

He could be heard as he disappeared momentarily from the taverns common room.

 

[Ipatiy Kozlov]

Ipatiy continued to observe Alyxander Quellchrist as he poured the liquid onto the wound, listening and watching it supposed effects. "Might buy some myself later". She mumbled a bit, giving a light nod to Ennio as he gave the go ahead to more or less start the makeshift surgery, though had to put up a hand to stop Aly from going ahead to ripping the bolt out.

"Yanking a barbed arrow head as is would do more damage, I suggest we use 'actual' medical tools to remove it lest you rip out of her shoulder". Ipatiy reaching into her pocket, pulling out a few coins, a soft glow enveloping them before the currency vanished. Once the light faded in her hand was a new fresh looking surgical kit. The grasping a scalpel and forceps from among them.

"You hold her still and I'll cut around the wound and remove it, no offense but I think my hands are a bit more dexterous then yours". Actually she didn't care if she offended the man, herself more concerned with the bleeding women in front her of making more a mess that would be probably be her job to clean up. "Once I get it free from the shoulder put pressure on the wound hard, shouldn't be to difficult for you and your men".

Once prepared Ipatiy leaned in, putting a bit pressure around the wound as she cut into the skin, hoping the purple liquid had done it's job. Her assassin like hands making the scalpel glide along the tissue, opening the wound up a bit more to loosen the barbed arrow head. The maid then taking the forceps, sliding it into the wound and lightly prying it open a bit more, blood pooling around the arrow tip. Placing the scalpel down Ipatiy brought up a pair of tweezers, carefully grasping the arrow and jiggling it free from the skin, the metal barb soon clattering to the ground.

Ennio Virdan

 

[Virdan]

The Inn Keep walking away. The jostling of other men holding her down. The strange three-eyes man's voice. The voice and care of the strange woman with the purple eyes.

None of it stirred Vidran.

She was out.

And remained in a blissful unconsciousness.

 

[Alyxander Quellchrist]

Alyx opened his mouth to protest to the white-haired woman, but held his tongue and closed his eyes for a moment. It was possible she had a point this time. Quellchrist was used to not having much of a choice when it came to such things; field injuries didn't usually offer time for professional care. There was no reason to let his military zeal risk further damage to the injured woman.

Raising a curious eyebrow at the strange show of magic she displayed in summoning a medical kit from thin air, Alyx nodded at last. "Very well, I'll hold her steady." Alyx repositioned himself behind Virdan's head, supporting her from behind and propping her up with his large arms. "Though I resent the notion I don't have skilled hands..." He murmured to the muted chuckle of a few of his men behind him.

Ipatiy went to work, and Alyxander turned his head, nodding for his field medic to supervise and provide assistance. She too was a rather skilled medic and was more than happy to provide an extra pair of hands to the supposed jack-of-all working on Virdan's wound now. As soon as the barb had fallen from her flesh, Alyx's medic moved in with the dressing and began to wrap the wound, allowing Ipatiy to take a breath after such a task.

When it was all said and done, the young lady couldn't have chosen a much better place to collapse in after all. Aside from the bandages on her shoulder and the blood staining her clothes, she'd turned out quite nicely. "Sir Gladhand! Do you have a room prepared?" He called out as he carefully scooped the woman up into his arms as he stood, somehow certain the enigmatic man would hear him wherever he was. "She's stable now, so I'll lay her down. I assume you have means to protect this place in the event whatever wounded her comes looking?"

Ennio seemed the type to have a contingency for everything to Alyx.

 

[Ennio]

Ennio seemed to reappear from the crown as thought Alyxander's very words had manifested him into existence.

One moment he wasn't there, and the next he stood behind the soldier. Seemingly having melted his way through the crowd of men that had surrounded the injured woman. The Tavernkeep offered Ipaty a pleasant smile, glancing down at the woman on the floor and letting out a whistle. "I'm going to have to give you a raise."

He commented, never addressing the fact that neither of them had discussed pay before this very second.

Before that could ever be addressed he turned his attention to Quellchrist.

"Indeed I do, my good man." Ennio gestured with a flourish towards one of the doors at the back of the Tavern. It hung open, seeming to lead into an impossibly long hallway. Doors ran the length of it, though there was no indiciation of which one was to be taken. "If you'll carefully lift her, I can show you the way."

He said. "Don't want anyone getting lost."

Another small smile with no offered explanation as he continued. "But I assure you, Sir, the Last Chance is as safe as it always has been."

The confidence at least, was reassuring.

 

[Ipatiy Kozlov]

Once all was said and done Ipaity rose from the ground. Dusting her apron off and letting Alyxander medic take care of the rest. Just in time for her new boss to show up again at the request for a room by the apparent mercenary leader. Ennio commenting on her abilities and mentioning a raise. That last word making the maids calm almost apathetic expression change.

A somewhat blissful smile and sparkle to her eyes could be seen at the mere mention of more money. Herself giving a graceful bow to the tavern owner. “If you deem a raise suitable I suppose I don’t have a choice to accept”. More or less her way of saying ‘yes please’.

With her immediate task out of the way the maid would fall in next to her new employer. Hands once more neatly clasped in front and expression calm again as the group was lead down the seemingly endless hallway of the Inns guest rooms. Such a strange and intriguing place indeed.

Alyxander Quellchrist Virdan

 

[Alyxander Quellchrist]

If Ennio claimed this inn was secure, Alyxander was inclined to believe him. The strange fellow seemed beyond competent in his abilities. Even in the worst-case scenario, Quellchrist had a group of loyal warriors at his command, all ready to fight at the snap of his fingers.

Well, none of that mattered right now; the woman in his arms was his priority, and he held her close to his chest as he followed the mysterious innkeeper down the long hallway of identical doors. It looked almost like a barracks with how minimalistic and redundant it was. "I'm shocked even you can keep track of which door goes where. It couldn't hurt to label them, could it?"

Well, he supposed if security was Gladhand's aim, that would be rather counter-productive. Nevertheless, he kept close, one ear focused on Virdan's breathing. Why he'd invested himself so much in the strange woman, he wasn't sure. Perhaps he remembered a time when he'd been in much the same situation and none had come to his aid.

 

[Ennio]

This day really was working out quite fantastically. Business was booming, and the usual drollery was covered up by a hint of excitement!

Most nights didn't carry half this much fun in them. Sure there were scandalous rumors, a few filthy songs, and now and again a wondrous musical performance, but that sort of thing really did get boring after a few hundred years.

The Last Chance just needed more excitement, and tonight it got it.

"So far you're proving more than worth it." Ennio said with a wide smile, continuing to lead the small group through the halls.

"Ah, but they change so often." The innkeep lamented. "The labels would always need redoing."

His head shook and then finally they reached a door made of heavy oaken wood. Ennio reached out, grasping the doorknob and ushering the group in. The four of them stepping into a grand bedroom fit enough for a King and any amount of Queens he brought with him. Gilded chairs, bright red curtains, rugs, and all manner of luxury decorated the room.

Ennio waved towards Quellchrist. "On the bed, no?"

 

[Ipatiy Kozlov]

Honestly Ipatiy was just as wowed by the seemingly endless and magical nature of the inn as Alyxander Quellchrist was even if her expression didn't show as much. Mainly due to the fact at the end of the day is wasn't her main priority, on the other hand 'being worth' a raise was something to smile about as the group strode deeper into the workings of the last chance.

Upon entering the room Ipatiy made sure she was last, closing the door behind them before fully taking in the grandeur of the room before her. The maids eyes practically sparkled at the sight of a room fit for a king, if this is what the last chance had to offer she was certainly looking forward to working her. Shaking from the stupor Ipatiy quickly strode over to the bed, making sure it was smooth prime for it's new owner as Ennio indicated to rest their patient down.

"I wonder how confused she will be upon waking up~".

Virdan

 

[Virdan]

Virdan was in an endless night sky that was raining stars. There were muted voices in the distance that she couldn’t be bothered with.

A huff of warm air in the shadows in the lawn outside the Inn as a hidden reptilian eye gave a slow blink.

 

[Alyxander Quellchrist]

"Ah, but they change so often. The labels would always need redoing."

So very kind of Ennio to confirm his growing suspicions that this place was indeed steeped in the extraordinary. He'd heard stories, of course, but in Alyx's profession you took all rumor with a grain of salt and believed only what you saw and know to be real. "I see. So there's some meat behind the things they say about you and your Inn, Glandhand." His eyes lingered on the back of the man's well-groomed head for a moment, narrowing as if it would allow him to discern anything more about Ennio before giving a minute shake of his head and entering the bedroom.

Alyx thought nothing of the grandiose nature of the room; a life of taking a knee within castles and palatial estates did a good job of ruining one's taste for such exquisite decor. Quellchrist was happy with a cot in a tent. A small bed in The Roost at the very most. No need to spoil himself and risk sloth's looming grip; people relied on him to be in peak condition at all times.

Carefully, Alyx cradled the back of Virdan's head as he lay her on the mattress. The pained expression that had sat previously on her pretty features had faded, and Alyx doubted she was in any danger now. One mission had been accomplished, but now others rose. Who had attacked this woman? Were the premises of the inn secure? Perhaps it was not his place to worry over such unanswered questions, but Alyxander Quellchrist did not do anything halfway.

Taking one last look at the woman in the bed, Alyx turned to Ennio and bowed slightly, his hand crossing over his heart. "With your permission, I will have my soldiers sweep the perimeter of the Inn for threats. If a threat to any of the patrons here remains, you can rest assured it will be found and struck down with great prejudice, on the honor of my crest."

 

[Ennio]

"I wouldn't believe every story." Ennio commented idly to the soldier, though he seemed to take absolutely no offense in the words. Offering only a quick smile as the group of them entered the room and placed Virdan comfortably on the plush bed.

He glanced over to Ipaty.

"I imagine quite a bit!" The Innkeeper mused. "If I am right she is very far from home."

The Last Chance had only been to Thanasis once during his tenure as it's keeper, but he recognized the small subtleties of the garb Virdan wore. Her folk were like none in Epressa or Liadain, and it was hard to mistake for anything else.

It was not often one saw someone from the city of Dragons all the way out here.

She must have had quite a story to tell. "Ipaty if you would, there is a medicine cabinet in the bathroom. It should have smelling salts to awake her."

He smiled pleasantly at his newest employee, then turned his attention to Alyxander.

"Feel free, Mr..." Ennio trailed off and then restarted. "Ah how rude of me, in our haste we never gave introductions. No wonder they say society is falling apart."

 

[Ipatiy Kozlov]

The maid gave a short nod at the request to get the smelling salts from the bathroom, giving a small curtsy before gliding over to the door. Said bathroom being just as grand as the rest of the place, though she could admire it later, job first.

Opening the cabinet it didn't take long to find the salts, grabbing the bottle and moving back to the main bedroom. Smelling the item a bit to make sure the stuff was potent enough to wake an exhausted wounded women, if not, well the old fashion method could work just as well.

"Excuse me". She announced, moving past the two men, holding the their patients head up a bit and waving the salts under her noise, waiting for their reaction. Hopefully it wouldn't be violent.

Ennio Alyxander Quellchrist Virdan