Dahlia
Talice jolted slightly, as his fist slammed into the rough wood of the table. To his credit he didn't scream or cry out as his skin knit back together. She thought he really ought to have a specialist take a look at his head. Maybe the strange metal contraption had saved his brains from spilling out onto the floor at one point but now it just seemed to be causing him all sorts of issues. Still, she reckoned a hundred people before her had told the elf something similar so she supposed he was happy with the way things were now. "You might want to invest in some potions or a salve if you don't have any healing magic of your own. I wouldn't trust that to stay healed." Talice said, withdrawing her hand as the magic finished its work. She idly rubbed the palm of her hand as she eyed the pained man. Using magic always left a strange tingling sensation in her hands. Talice opened her mouth to speak again but refrained as she saw the barmaid heading towards the table with her food and ale.
Marianne
"Oh," *Leopold said, popping his neck by stretching it from one side to the other,* "I'm sure my lord will provide for me, as he always does." *Leopold noticed the barmaid as well, making an effort to scoot to the side as to make room for what she planned to put down.* "Would you happen to be serving meat pies as well? The last tavern I stayed at, or at least the last one that could be called one, had the most excellent in Salvania." *Leopold smiled at the barmaid, wiping away the blood that had dripped onto the table as he did so.*
Dahlia
The girl placed the ale, food, and room key down on to the table, in front of Talice, pointedly ignoring the blood on the table and the blood on the side of Leopold's head. "We have pigeon pie if the stew isn't to your liking, sir." She smiled kindly, clasping her hands behind her back. Talice immediately began eating but kept her eyes locked on the man's face. Was he from Salvania then? Perhaps this weird situation would have some benefit to her after all. He didn't appear to have any weapons on him so she doubted he was familiar with the New Sunlight Guild but he might be able to at least guide her further into the country.
Marianne
*Leopold nodded to himself.* "A pigeon pie would be splendid, I think. And a couple mugs of ale, if you would." *Leopold pulled the copper from a pouch and placed it on the table, still smiling. When the barmaid stepped away, he looked back to Talice.* "Now how can I repay you for your services? I won't haggle the price with you, don't worry." *The Steppe Elf wiped the blood from the side of his head now, rubbing it off on the dark leather of his coat. Leopold never quite knew the prices of things, so he hoped the Dark Elf would cut him a fair deal, or at least one close to it.*
Dahlia
"As it just so happens, I am on the way to Salvania. The New Sunlight guild, if you've heard of it." She said, trying to appear conversational. "If you could guide me through the quickest paths there I'd call that a fair pay for magical services rendered." Judging from how he interacted with the barmaid and how he offered to pay her back for a minor healing spell, he seemed like a good enough sort. A bit touched in the head but not malevolent. She figured she could certainly do worse.
Marianne
*Leopold scratched the side of his head, no longer stopped by the immense pain there had been. The movement made him forget... Something, probably. He couldn't quite remember.* "Yes, the New Sunlight Guild. I actually helped them with something a few days before I left the country. I've only been there in passing, but I'm familiar with the area and have two sturdy horses, so it shouldn't be a problem." *The Warmth of Shadows had guided him to this healer, so he could not turn her down now. Sure, he'd spent the last few days heading up here, but Leopold was not one to question his lord.* "I can clear off early as midday tomorrow, if you need."
Dahlia
Talice stared at the man, skeptical that he had worked for the guild she was searching for. He didn't really strike her as the mercenary type. Then again, that would explain the head wound. She nodded in agreement. "Midday. Tomorrow. Meet by the stone gate entrance." Scooping up the room key, she stood and walked off towards the stairs that would lead to the rooms for rent, without offering her name or asking his. No point in names if he doesn't show up tomorrow. She thought trying to ignore the soreness in her legs.
Marianne
*Leopold didn't say anything as the Dark Elf quickly excused herself and headed, presumably, for her room. She seemed quite the terse lady, but trusted his lord all the same. The Steppe Elf hadn't spent much time in the New Sunlight Guild, but they did definitely seem her type: straightforward, stoic, and often sort of boring to talk to. He wondered if their trade was at all fair, considering it'd be putting him out for several days, but it didn't bother him too much. Perhaps the Warmth of Shadows would present him with an artifact of some kind along the way. No, that way wishful, selfish thinking. Everything would come in its time, just like the pigeon pie the bar maid was now placing in front of him.*