Tyora couldn’t help but glance over when she heard something descending the stairs of the Inn, and groaned a little to herself when she saw that is was the siren.  She never enjoyed being around them.  Their voices could change your emotions a little.  Calm you when you wanted to be angry.  And she knew more used that power to more destructive or less desirable outcomes for others.  Though she knew that this siren hadn’t given her a reason not to trust him other than being there when she woke up… so maybe her animosity was a bit misplaced.  But she hated when people tried to manipulate her emotions like he had that first meeting when he tried to calm her with his voice.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: Green">Maybe I should give him the… or maybe not…</span></i>she thought upon seeing that ghastly looking instrument he was carrying.  If that wasn’t creepy, nothing would be.  She turned away from looking at him as she saw that smile.  Not sure she wanted to know what was behind it.<br/><br/>At least when there was a commotion at the entrance to the inn that took her attention away from the siren.  And a smile definitely brightened her face when she saw the small human girl that had been so hard hit by the monster.  Other than the timid and depressed look on her face, she seemed to be back.  Though as she was looking at that clingy white dress, she couldn’t help but stare a bit at how it clung to her young body, she couldn’t help but notice the friendly way the insane elf was treating Verita.  At least whatever the elf said got Verita moving.  Right over to Tyora’s table while the siren’s music played.<br/><br/>The utterly insane elf was not much of a focus for her.   And truthfully Tyora wasn’t really sure if Ylvis was male or female, only that he/she was insane.  But the elf did at least have an interesting look, probably twisted b whatever causes the insanity.  By the Mania demon.    She only took the few moments to study the elf before Verita had her attention again.  When she spoke up.<br/><br/>Tyora smiled lightly, keeping her voice as comforting as she could.<span style="color: Green">“Greeting again Verita.  I am doing well… good thing you caught me before I drank myself into a stupor.”</span>She smiled with a light joke tone in her voice.     At least it didn’t look like she was completely broken by that spark in her eyes.<br/><br/>The insane elf’s words, and seeming to take the seat before Tyora had a chance to reply just proved how crazy she was.<span style="color: Green">"Well, since you already took the seat, sure, it is fine.”</span>She sighed, outwardly seeming not to have had any reaction to the Mania spell.  They didn’t need to know about the nightmares every night.  She looked over at Verita before offering a hand to help her take the seat on her other side.<span style="color: Green">“But I think your plan could be helpful.  Your wines are pretty good, and do bring some fire to the blood.  Come Verita, join me for a drink?  I am sure the others will come in eventually.”</span><br/><br/>After that though she turned to Ylvis before folding the letter up that she had in front of her.<span style="color: Green">“Nothing of your concern.  Just a letter to my wife.  Letting her know I am still alive.”</span><br/><br/>During all this, Uuranor just looked up from his place around Tyora's neck, his head poking through her twig and leaf filled hair at the voices before disappearing again.  neither of them needed a growl from him, so he would sleep some more.  the magic he had used from Tyora to free them as well as the dark magic of Mania had him sleeping more than awake.  Most of his body looked like a scale covered choker around the green skinned elf's neck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>