Marianne
*In one of the most Eastern cities in South Silnaria, Leopold drove his cart into the stone gates. They were not as well defended as those often seen in Salvania, though Leopold didn't know what the reason would be for that. His two draft horses slowly pulled into a stable, where he'd pay the first worker to have them tended to. Leopold would be in town for a few days, hoping for some help. The metal band in his head would need adjusting, which would require a healer to lend assistance. First, though, he walked through the city streets, looking for a tavern.*
Dahlia
It had been three hard days of travel so when the stone gates of the nondescript city came into view they were a welcome sight. Talice hadn't originally planned on stopping into this nondescript town but the harsh conditions on the road had began to wear on her. Buying a horse would have been the smart thing to do but quite frankly she didn't trust them. Being unable to ride worth shit might also have been a small factor in the decision to forgo the four-legged monstrosity. Being just past mid-day, the town was fairly alive. She kept a tight hand on her coin purse as she maneuvered through the hustle and bustle of the crowds, moving with purpose towards her destination. As typical with smaller towns, the tavern was just short distance ahead, right off of the main street. The old wooden door of the tavern swung open easily revealing a half occupied bar room. Talice wasted no time claiming the empty table nearest the door.
Marianne
*Leopold moved briskly through the crowd, most making way for the bald elf. He tried to organize his thoughts into an agenda for the day, but the pain in his head was being too bothersome for that. He figured the tavern would provide an answer, one way or another. Before finding his lord, Leopold would quietly drink afternoons and evenings away, speaking less than ten words a night. Now, though, the Warmth of Shadows had shown him how many lost, potential souls skulked alone in the drinking halls. The Steppe Elf opened the front door, standing in the way for a moment to breath in the scents. That, and the pain was making his head spin a bit.*
Dahlia
Talice was thoroughly enjoying being able to sit, stretching her legs out fully beneath the table. There appeared to only be one barmaid working, an earth Macen girl whose arms were currently laden with drinks for a table of four. Talice picked through her coin pouch until she had three silver laid out on the table in front of her. Just as she finished laying her coins out the front door opened again. Nothing abnormal about that except for the fact the bald elf remained standing in the doorway, seeming to be in a daze. The Macen girl eyed the man curiously as she made her way over to Talice's table which was closest to the door. "I'll have an ale, a meal, and a room." Talice said curtly sliding her coin to the edge of the table. The barmaid's smile faltered slightly as she collected the coin. "Sure, thing ma'am."
Marianne
*After a second to recover, Leopold walked forward to the bar. However, he abruptly stopped halfway. Whether it was a wave of pain or a religious message, Leopold suddenly felt the need to turn around. He narrowly avoided knocking down a barmaid as he did so. His eye scanned the dark corners of the tavern... Just to realize that this was not that kind of an establishment. Seeing the closest thing, Leopold strode towards Talice's table, standing next to the empty seat across from her.* "Last time I was in a tavern, my lord led me to a healer in a dark corner." *The Steppe Elf gave a look at her immediate surroundings.* "This is kind of like a corner, so I hope you're kind of like a healer." *Leopold gave a smile, and a trickle of blood started to come from the band on his skull just at the same moment. He wouldn't again remember what color his eyes were.*
Dahlia
Glad to have her room and board sort out, Talice settled into her seat more fully and folded her hands across her stomach as she leaned back in her chair. All in all a painless experience. No drunkards stumbling over to tell their stories, no beggars pleading for a drink, no swindlers dancing from table to table with their marked cards and weighted dice, not even any ladies of the street here to prey on the drunks. Of course, perhaps mid-day is a bit early for all that. It occurred to Talice that perhaps she should make more of an conceited effort to check in at this time. Almost as if the Gods heard her thoughts and decided 'nope' that dazed elf strolled up to her table as if he knew her. "Corner?" She mumbled under her breath as he started on without so much as a hello. There were atleast two other tables behind hers. That seemed the least of her problems as he stood in front of her, after he had finished speaking, smiling as blood ran down the side of his head. Maybe it was the way the light shone through the far window, but the light in his eyes made him appear a bit deranged. "Uh, well that's mighty fine of your Lord?" She wasn't sure she wanted this lunatic to join her and start raving about the ten commandments of some god she couldn't give half a care about. Still, he was bleeding and she was always told not to bully cripples. Sighing, she maneuvered her legs under the table to kick the chair across from her out. If he didn't reach out and stop it, the chair would likely run into him. "This isn't a corner. Your Lord doesn't know me." She paused for a moment eyeing the strange piece of metal he had affixed to his head. "Sit. I'll look at your wound."
Marianne
*Leopold didn't put a hand out, letting the chair harmlessly thump against his leg. He sat down and folded his hands together, leaning his head forward while resting on his elbows.* "Perhaps you're right, or perhaps you're a healer." *Leopold glanced up from his position, his eyes barely visible past his eyebrows.* "Of some kind." *Leopold's metal band trickled a small trail of blood, one that was not dripping from the side of his head and onto the table. The scar beneath the band was large, stretching from his left temple towards almost the base of his skull. It was swollen and gnarled, crossed with several smaller scars. A healer had closed it, but it was clear someone tried to fix him before that. His skull was slightly misshapen, lopsided and somewhat sunken in at the scar. The blood seemed to be coming from one of the points where the metal band connected to his scalp.* "I think I might have hit my head."
Dahlia
Seemingly undeterred by her curt manners, the man took a seat opposite her. Talice sat up a bit straighter so that she could lean forward and examine his scar. She hadn't seen anything like the metal patchwork that was holding this man's skull together. The tissue surrounding the fixture was horribly scarred. It was something nearly grotesque for an elf, to have such a wound and to be displayed so openly! Certainly strange, she thought as she scrunched up her face. "Aye, I imagine you did. It's a wonder you can think at all." Eying the point in the band from which all of the blood was leaking from Talice raised her hand, twitching her fingers counterclockwise. After a second she went to touch the said point, so that the healing magic could take effect.
Marianne
*As the healing started, Leopold could feel the skin and bone tighten and bond further with the metal bolts. The Steppe Elf winced and slammed a fist against the table, his entire scalp flaring with pain. Leopold quickly forgot his paid debt to Chloe, which wasn't the worst thing to lose. He didn't speak, though, just looked at the Dark Elf with one strained eye, the other tightly shut.*