The young mageling threw a petite smile at Risas comment, as if saying he was quite aware of his rather timid personality.<br/>The brief mention of the blood elven story made Nobles twitch his beak slightly: She couldn’t easily decipher what he stance was towards it, and judging by his sternly amused expression, this might be a topic glazed over quite liberally.<br/><br/>Again, in a spur of initiative, the jittery understudy forced himself to ask the beautiful woman sitting in front of him:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">M-m-maybe a d-drink on our t-tab can help lighten a somber thought or two.</span>”<br/><br/>The young man blinked, following his offer up with a hasted presentation:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">I-don’t-know-why-I-asked-that-just-tell-me-if-I-stepped-out-of-line..</span>”<br/><br/>Curiously, our deathly-scared little fellow didn’t pull his offer back – a spike of confidence shot through his mind at this thought in particular: One part of him screamed to say “sorry”, but he managed to simply kill the notion. He was on an exceedingly rare roll, so he might just grab any opportunity and hold on for dear life.<br/><br/>The young man made a gesture to the goblin – he in turn peered at the boy daftly; there was something absurd in the fact that this greenhorn had the guts to order a drink that triggered a deep-seated reluctance. Was the goblin hesitating because.. he honestly thought it was unfitting to pull the guy down into the muck of a tavern?<br/>For a moment, the goblin bartender looked shocked.<br/><br/>Amos, in this case, didn’t notice as he was busy mustering the courage to talk to this fine example of a woman:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">D-don’t w-worry about t-that.. A lot of people get a bit overb-burdened by a lot of thoughts. W-when you’re thinking about a thousand things simultaneously, s-stuff sorta’ just happens like a conjure water s-spell becomes a fireball spell and foosh..</span>” – Amos made a brief gesture with his hands – “<span style="color: RoyalBlue">..suddenly, all the w-wizard hats are on fire.</span>”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Gray"><b>Many good wizard hats died that day.</b></span>” The owl lamented through a theatrical sigh.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">B-but it s-sounds to me, y-you’ve met your fair share of healers, Risa? W-who was.. the best and w-what was it that made him or her good? It’s just I-I’ve been reminded t-to learn from where I c-can and you seem experienced enough t-to k-know a bit about it..</span>”<br/><br/>Ears, nose and eyes perked in her direction, a hopeful expression thirsting for a good answer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>