Thomas
*Varnis waited for Ves to compose herself. He could practically feel the waves of emotion from her. It was comforting, slightly appetising. He shook the thought from his mind. It may have been a while since he had some form of satiation, but he was cleaning up a mess he had made. He took the flask back and tucked it away.* **"Very well, I am sure your food will get cold if we do not return... Ah, hold still."** *Varnis then bobbed down, somehow keeping his knees away from the dirty ground. He pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned the bottom of her dress where dirt had gotten onto it. He felt silly, doing this for a stranger; however, his OCD was very apparent.*

*As he walked her back to the tavern, he spoke once more.* **"I will teach you what basics I can, a few spells that should assist in dealing with Björn and a few to deal with unwanted pests. However, the magic of the mind is only as strong as your will. To calm a raging bull, you must demonstrate control. The same goes for a rage-filled man or any foe. Heed those words Ves and I can make a mage of you yet."**

*As they walked back in, Björn was licking his plate clean, getting sauce all over his lips and face. It seemed without company, the Goliath had succumbed to his base instincts and was sloppily munching away, licking his fingers and utensils with avarice. He looked up, noticing their return and his face went blank mid-licking of his plate as he froze. As they sat down, he slowly put his tongue away.* "What? Don't look at me like that guys, Daggar's food is good. Like *Really* Good."

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Vivian
Ves held still as Varnis cleaned the hem of her dress. "Thank you," She said quietly, her tail giving a flick. She felt dirty and tired, whereas before she was feeling clean and refreshed. It was sad how such an emotional breakdown could cause such a shift. She walked alongside the taller Incubus, mulling over his words. She needed to get control of herself. No more breakdowns. She wanted to be what Björn needed. She wanted to be his rock in the storm.

She couldn't help but smile at the sight of Björn licking his plate clean. That was very much like him. His table manners were severely lacking, but Ves didn't care. She liked him all the same. Wordlessly she crossed over to him and climbed into his lap. Grinning a little, now eye-to-eye, she gave the Goliath a big hug. She squeezed him as tightly as possible, fighting back tears that threatened to reappear.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, Björn. I think I'm okay now," She said as she pulled out of the embrace. Instead of climbing down from his lap, she stayed sitting daintily. She didn't care how silly she looked; she wanted to be close to the man she adored. Their size difference was more obvious than ever. Eyeing her own plate of food, Ves stomach reminded her of her own hunger. She leaned across the table to pull the plate towards her, then began to eat. She used a fork and knife, as was proper of a lady, but savored each bite. "Mmm! You're right, Björn. The food is really good!" 

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Thomas
*Björn smiled as she hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her for a moment, keeping his sticky and sauce-covered fingers away from her dress. He half expected her to disappear back to her seat and when she didn't he accepted his fate and wiped his fingers clean, mouthing a silent 'Thank you' to the Incubus, who simply nodded in return. Varnis slowly slipped off his gloves and stood up.* **"Excuse me you two, I need to... I'll be back."** *Varnis then sauntered over to one of the men at the bar as his hands flickered with magic. It was true that Varnis despised what he needed to do, but it was necessary. Besides, he promised to give them alone time. Varnis put on a brave face as he began to strike up a conversation with another man, placing his hand on the unsuspecting patron's arm.*

"I think you're just fine, lass. However, I am not a chair cushion you know!" *The Goliath smiled and laughed a little bit as he idly sipped his drink, wiping his bare arm over his mouth to clean the froth.* "So... Varnis, huh? He is certainly a character. But I think he is just another outcast, just like us." *Björn's opinion was pretty accurate and intelligent, given his blunt nature. He leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh.* "You have any idea about what to do next? I found out while you were gone that Willowdale is in the Kingdom of Alynthi and, well... We are going to need to think of ways to earn coin. Learn a trade or start taking bounties and odd jobs. I can't exactly say I am a fisherman on the mainland now, can I?"

*Björn's eyes lifted as he watched Varnis lead a possibly enchanted man away and out of the Tavern. Varnis had a smile on his face as he spoke to the man but inside his eyes, there was a depressive lack of light. He didn't seem to be as much himself with... Well... Whatever he was doing. The Goliath was not sure, after all, he barely knew how Incubi fed.* "Hope Varnis doesn't get himself hurt. He left his coat here so he is intent on returning, at least... But a

Lso, I hope you don't mind that I ordered myself another drink."

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Vivian
Ves nodded politely to Varnis as the Incubus stepped away. Then she turned her focus back to Björn. "You're more comfortable than the chair though," She pouted. She took another bite of chicken, chewing thoughtfully. "I think you're right. Now that I've gotten to know him a bit better, Varnis seems... Sad. He's a misfit who has trouble forming meaningful relationships, just because of his race. I wonder if that's a common thing among Incubi. It must be hard for him."

The Kobold hummed as she considered Björn's question. What *Could* They do? They had just learned how to fish and now they would have to abandon it. What was she even good at? She was small and stealthy, but had no skills in any sort of trade. Would someone be willing to teach her? "I don't know," She said honestly. "Varnis did offer to show me a little magic though. Maybe I can figure something out from there. But I don't know if we should take on bounties. We might run into someone looking for us."

Her eyes shifted to Varnis as the man slipped out of the tavern. She looked at the coat he had left behind. "He'll likely be fine. He knows what he's doing. But if he doesn't show back up soon, we can go look for him. I just don't know how long his..." She searched for the right word and failed to find one. "...How long it should take." She grabbed her own mead and took a long drink, sighing happily. "I might have another one also. It's good."

She wouldn't mind letting loose a little either. After her emotional breakdown she needed some relaxation. Alcohol was a good release and the Frogleg Tavern was the perfect place, especially with Björn and Varnis nearby. And Daggar wouldn't let anything really bad happen either. "Are we going to stay here tonight, or return to the ship?" She asked Björn. Not that walking would be an issue. If she couldn't stand straight, she was easily carried. Not that she *Intended* On getting so drunk, but who could know for certain? 

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Thomas
*Björn seemed to zone out for a moment as she discussed people looking for him... Ashgarn's face flashed in front of him as he winced. His attention came back to Ves as he picked her up and sat her down on the chair while he stood.* "I'm sure we can figure it out. I mean, I definitely want to get a new axe before we do anything... Ooh or a Warhammer. I remember breaking a Trunk-man's limbs before crushing his skull with his own maul once... Good times." *He spoke that last line with venom in his voice, he hated that past life... Why was his old master on his mind though? He recalled how he changed his mind last minute about selling Björn only to send him to the Pits...*

*The Goliath walked up to the bar and tapped his hand on it as he waited for Daggar to come round.* **"Aye lad? What'll it be, more of the same?"** *He nodded his head.* "Two Meads, make her a half though. Don't want her getting jelly legs."
**"Right on lad, one and a half coming up. Oh, also. I meant to mention if yer lookin' for a bit of extra coin while you're here, I could always need help running the bar and waiterin' around here. If yer like, I could put ya both to work in the morn. Even throw in a free room for yas both so you can start early!**

*Björn grabbed his drinks and payed for them, giving a kind smile to Daggar.* "I will ask the Boss about it. I am sure she will want to know. Cheers Daggar... Here." *Björn slid some coins across the table as extra.* "Pour yourself on, on me."
**"Gods bless ye Ursa!"** *Daggar said as he gave a bashful smile. The Goliath turned away and came back to the tables, placing the drinks down after he sipped a bit off the top of Ves' out of pure cheek.*
"So, Daggar says if we want work and board, we can work for him for a bit. Free room comes with the job. It would be running the bar, waitering... Watever that is and he mentioned he needed help in his kitchen too. What's your thoughts?" *Björn sat down in her old seat, sipping his Mead. Still no Varnis...*

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Vivian
The Kobold frowned very lightly when Björn brought up his past. It troubled her knowing what he had gone through. She caught the bitterness in his tone and nodded slightly. "We can certainly get you a new weapon." He seemed distracted and Ves wondered what was on his mind. She watched as he returned to the bar to order more drinks. Meanwhile she focused on finishing the meal in front of her and drinking the rest of her mead.

She smiled when Björn returned, then tilted her head to one side at his words. "I mean... That's a generous offer. But do we intend to stay in Willowdale so long? I figured you'd be wanting to head north right away. And we have enough coin to see us a good distance from here. But I don't mind sticking around longer if that's what you think is best."

She considered herself as a barmaid. It was a little intimidating. The Frogleg Tavern was large and busy. There was little room for error while running drinks or taking orders. Ves didn't really think herself capable of such a high-pressure position. Maybe she would fare better in the kitchen. She could cook well enough, though it would probably be equally busy behind the scenes. Ves seemed uncertain. Perhaps tavern work wasn't meant for her... But it would be silly to give up the opportunity to make some extra money. 

"I think that if we're staying in Willowdale for a while, then perhaps we should learn to hunt and forage. I think that there's a lot of wilderness between here and Gantrick. I don't want to survive on travel rations the entire trip. So maybe we could find someone to make me a bow and I could learn to shoot. And if we find a hunter, they could teach me how to track and what sort of wild plants are edible." Now *That* Sounded better than being a simple barmaid. Ves liked the idea of being a survivalist.

Her amber eyes moved towards the door. Varnis was still gone. How long did it take him to do whatever he was doing? Should they be worried? "Should we check on Varnis?" She asked Björn worriedly. 

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