Larry
*Liebhilde (Lieb for friends - and, since she had none - for all the people that considered her name too long) was sitting by a table in the corner, with her back towards the room. It was getting late and most of the people have already left the inn, but Lieb alway was the last one to leave... Since several weeks ago, that is. She tried not to think about the... Recent events, and to achieve that goal, she often had to resort to getting drunk. And today wasn't any different. Lieb was already quite intoxicated, having spent almost all of her yesterday earnings on alcohol. She intended to order even more, but she suddenly felt very dizzy and lay her head on the table.*
Joey
*The young Fae was wandering around, looking for some place to stay. She didn't have much money, so it would have to be cheap. But first, a drink. She had to forget. Or at least try to, though she knew it would never happen. She would need a lot to do so.*

*This time, she wouldn't be carried on the shoulders of her summon, instead opting to walk. Big mistake. She soon became out of breath, her lungs weak. Fortunately, she was already at the tavern, and walked in, opening the door with her foot.*

*Inside, the tavern seemed to be empty, except for one. A blond, laying her head down on a table. Poor thing probably drank too much. Choosing to take a seat next to her, on the left, she would smile a little, then turn to the bartender.*

"Sake, please. You ok there?"

*If Liebhilde saw her left side, she wouldn't find an arm, rather, a massive 9 ring broadsword hanging from a hook on her shoulder.*
Larry
*She didn't expect anyone to sit next to her. Local people already knew it's no use talking to her, when she's drunk, so it must be a traveler... Lieb raised her head a bit to look at the person. Nothing special... Or so she thought - her sight was getting blurry and she didn't notice the Fae's lack of arm.*
"Uh... Vat..." *She was surprised by the question and spent several seconds trying to come up with an answer*
"I'm... I zink I'm fine..." *She mumbled out, then lowering her head onto the table again*
Joey
*Diao would let out a small chuckle, giving her a small pat on the back. It was obvious that she wasn't well. Taking a small sip of the sake, the Fae would then go into a violent hacking cough for a few seconds. Seems like it was strong. Normally she would be fine, but it seems like something had happened. Or she's new to alchol, which one would assume, but wasn't the case.*

*As a precaution, a small, blue tinted runestone would be tossed to her feet, just to stay safe. You never know what kind of weirdos there are.*

"What are you doing here? You look like you've been here a while."
Larry
*The pat on the back made her feel... Weird. She got used to the idea that nobody takes interest in how she feels. People would just leave her alone, as she wanted to. She healed them, as part of their work but she didn't interact with them at all outside of her cottage.*
"I'm... Um... I'm drinking... Vell, I vas drinking..." *She mumbled. All this alcohol she consumed prevented her from speaking clearly, as if her accent wasn't doing that already.*