Nodding her head towards Othin the massive jotun, Atisha had to admit that she was curios about him. His magic, though she only saw a little of it, must be much greater than her own. Even her own hellfire wouldn't compare to whatever that spell he casted yesterday was. She made a mental note to ask him about his abilities, but right now perhaps it was too soon to ask him to tutor her. Atisha turned back towards Magnus and his family, who has family to the north who could take them in. However they instead chose to accompany the group wherever they may go, which Atisha had mixed feelings with. On one hand it would be much safer for them to head north with their family, but on the other hand, perhaps being with such capable fighters would be their safest option. They still do not know what motivations the assassins had for attacking their shop, and leaving them to head north would put them in an unknown amount of peril. Besides that, Hildegard also mentioned that they had horses and carriages. Certainly an improvement over just walking everywhere like Atisha and Sheo have been doing. The only real issue Atisha had was somehow providing protection for Hildegard and Sigurd, though the Alftar also thought in the back of her mind that these two people were probably much more capable than she was giving them credit for.<br/><br/><span style="color: goldenrod">"That sounds marvelous, Mrs. Alondite. I suppose that while we take the carriages, you and your husband could still try to continue your business as well. If you need to, I could convince my mot- My traveling associate, Sheo, to help you. I think she's... Over there..."</span>Atisha's voice began to falter as she looked for Sheo, and she found her kneeling next to the unconscious body Magnus was next to. Atisha cursed under her breath and tried to find another subject to talk about, looking back at Othin.<span style="color: goldenrod">"Orthin, yes? If you don't mind me asking, what brought you to assist us? Not that I mind, but I am curios how you stumbled upon us in our time of need."</span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, after downing her hangover cure, Sheo was right as rain. If that rain poured high-proof alcohol instead of water. Barely a few hours into the day and she's already taking her morning ale. She had eaten a large breakfast of salted meat and bread and had been wondering aimlessly through the common area. She was thinking of heading out to some smithies to buy materials for an item she had the sudden urge to create when she noticed a figure falling into the tavern. Curios Sheo went to investigate, grabbing a loaf of bread from a table. Magnus was already there ready to administer healing aid, but Sheo acted first. She poured some of Grog all over the loaf of bread she had picked up, and began to stuff pieces of the booze-soaked bread into the man's mouth.<span style="color: lightgreen">"Poor sod is thinner than a skeleton! This man needs booze! And food!"</span>Sheo continued to stuff soggy bread into the man's mouth, not really paying attention to if he was eating or not.