His eyes did not meet her own, too busy inepcting the wound... His other hand emerged, with herbally treated bandaging, and went to deft work wrapping the small injury. Even going as far to wrap each finger seperately, but not covering up her nails. It would not have been a long toss, it imagine those same crafting hands as being used for theft: The art of lockpicking or guile of a swift blade... In mere moments, he was finished, giving the elf her hand back as he turned his attention to wiping his hands clean on a spare cloth, and stowing it away under his cloaks... Attentioned once more lost as he scanned the room over, taking stock of the human arrival, noting her weapon, her armor... "Druid, likely a human from behind the wall..." he murmured in a near hiss to the warrior beside him. Whether she was a 'cursed' one or not, he was uncertain... But time would tell, time he would spend catching up on fishing stories and other such ramblings... Though every now and again, his attention went back to the elf's hand.<br/><br/>Gilbert waved his deadbeat converationalist partner silent a moment, earning a near glare from the undead as the small green beasty waddled over to the human, glad that the floor on his side of hte bar was greatly elevated, "Eh good lookin, saw ya eyein the elf's drink, and was wondering if you'd like some? I'm sure we've got a, ah~ brand you'll find very satisfying. Only seven gold a glass, so what do ya say?" His billion silver smile failing to hide a crocalisk's grin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>