<span style="color: #8000BF">"Not much of a reason to gather around a halfling dragon at a tavern now is there?"</span><br/><br/>When Tyreus heard this, for being half dragon did have its perks, namely enhanced senses, he stopped walking towards the elf. Instead, he turned angrily to the voice and said,<br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue">"It would NOT be wise to mess with me, MORTAL. I've seen far more than you could imagine, and I am no halfling!"</span>With the word halfling he spat some fire toward the man with the staff, keeping the flame from spreading to the others. The onlookers decided to turn back to their own business, afraid of the half-dragon turning on them too.<br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue">"Now, if you don't mind, please keep your comments in line and watch your tongue! The people here are already unnerved as is, and you causing a commotion does not help it any."</span><br/><br/>Tyreus turned back around and continued walking to the elf. She appeared to have limped over when he saw her, so he said,<br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue">"Milady, might I offer you some relief? I am Tyreus, and but a novice in the healing arts, but I might be able to help your foot. Ehhrm.... also, would you happen to also be here to join the group of adventurers?"</span>