Taking Irakan’s words as confirmation, Ellora nodded and made her way back over to the bar. As of right now, she wanted to stay far away from the game room, at least until her mind and emotions have calmed down from the previous incident. Setting the book down on the counter, she quietly began flipping through page after page. Her nerves were still on edge, though, as after a couple of page turns she had accidentally ripped a bit of the old parchment from her shaking hands. “Shit...” she cursed under her breath when her eyes lifted to the alcohol that adorned the wall behind the bar. Pressing her lips together in worry and self-consciousness, she turned her head over to Sig (<a class="username" data-user-id="5743" data-username="@Briker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5743/">@Briker</a>). She was terrified to ask, but it seemed his mood had gotten better overall talking to the other two women.<br/><br/>With swallowing another lump of fear, she tentatively opened her mouth. “Uhm...” her voice was barely above a whisper as she waved a hand, cautiously, apprehensively, in his direction, in hopes of getting his attention and without him exploding on her again. “I’m sorry to bother you...but, I was hoping I could have another drink? It’s hard for me to focus....” then she realized she was looking at the book he yelled at her about. “I promise I’m not going to cast anything!” She spoke the last bit perhaps a bit too loudly in her effort to appease any distress that it might bring him. “I just want to look through it to see if I can find something, some kind of information about the green lady’s artifact. That’s all, I swear.” She put both her hands up as if he were a cop accusing her of wrongdoings and she’s pleading her case. “I just need something to calm my nerves because my shaking is ruining my book.” She chewed at her inner cheek once she finished speaking, awaiting his answer tentatively.