Tyora smiled widely as Verita seemed to relax into the plant seating that made up the tavern.  It was good that the girl could relax somewhere.  What better place than a tavern grown and not built, where the natural energy of the world just surrounded one.  It was comforting for her anyway.  The Alcohol helps too.  She followed Verita’s eyes to the bird in the rafters before back to her.   She just smiled to Verita as she spoke.<span style="color: Green">“Wonderful then!  You will surely enjoy them over the vulgar bitter ales of human make!  And they do feel like they warm the soul.  You will love it Verita.”</span><br/><br/>Tyora glossed over mentioning she was stronger.  Verita had no idea that, and didn’t need to know that she had nightmares still every night.  At least when the insane elf started speaking with the server, she could understand every word he was saying.  She just grinned and turned to Verita.<span style="color: Green">“You are going to love this, just wait.  I tried this already, perfect wine.”</span>And just like she said, Tyora waited for the wine to arrive.  And she couldn’t miss the comely waitress as she came back with the bottle of wine.  It was impossible not to miss the way the waitress glanced at Ylvis, and brushed against the insane elf.  She couldn’t help but give a questioning glance.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“Yes, it is definitely her first time having something like this divine drink.  My wife usually somehow gets a bottle for us every year on our anniversary.  I know it well.  Verita, enjoy yourself to your hearts content.  I’ll watch over you while we drink.  You have nothing to fear.”</span>She confirmed happily with what Ylvis said.  She took the bottle handed to them and took two glasses.  She poured a glass for herself, and one for Verita.  Handing them out, she sipped at her own.  Though she did roll her eyes at Ylvis and the burp.  At least it made Verita giggle.<br/><br/>Tyora turned her attention to him/her completely when he started speaking to her.  Tyora sighed a bit, this she should have seen coming as soon as someone noticed Uuranor around her neck.<span style="color: Green">“I haven’t known her whole group for as long as they have known eachother.”</span>She said, though not elaborating on when she met them.  Not something that she wanted someone else to know.  They didn’t need to know she was a prisoner on a pirate ship.  She could answer the rest she thought.<span style="color: Green">“I am from Gha’Mos, the city Maenwor.  One of the elven kingdoms there.  And seen may things that a Ranger Guard for these kingdoms can see.  Many monsters, and other beasts, slavers.  Not as much as some though.   I was the best friend friend of a princess for the kingdom.  I only live in A’enath because I wanted to live with the woman I love.  My home with her in Mersur.”</span><br/><br/>At the mention of Uuranor, she clammed up a bit.  Should she tell anyone where she had found Uuranor… would it hurt at all?<span style="color: Green">“Me and my best friend found him when I was barely into my second decade.  We were young and stupid.  He was a lucky find.”</span>Her mother had said that little being was extremely rare.  Almost impossible to find.  Uuranor purred a bit when she reached up into her hair and scratched him behind the frills on his head.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>