Janelle started to pick up the scattered pieces left behind from the broken banister, the ones that hadn't fallen a story down and onto the ground below. She looked at the ones down below and snapped her fingers, bringing all the pieces into the air. To an onlooker it would look as if they were being mended by themselves. She finished her handy work, and went back inside, shutting the door behind her,<span style="font-style: italic">At least he won't get charged for the damages</span>she thought. Janelle grabbed her coat, disregarding the fact she was in her undergarments, and pulled the hood over her head and headed down the stairs, bumping into someone as she went.<br/>The tavern was in full swing, men were dancing and singing nonsense songs, clinking their glasses together in unison. There were animated story tellers, speaking of warriors, dragon killers, elves while few men protested against his stories. She spotted Arcaeus, close to the fire, a solemn look on his face. She took a seat next to him, not sure of how to approach him, and took his hand in hers, studying it, "Maybe I should just go." she said.