Verita looked quizzically at the drink set before her, completely oblivious to the taunts and winks of the barmaid towards her new-found friend. The druid seemed hesitant at first to touch the strange golden liquid, but encouraged with Tyora's recommendations she dared to sip it a little. Once the honeyed booze touched her tastebuds the young woman suddenly realised it was nothing like the crude rum and absinth she had grown so used to on the ship that had brought them to their doom. Instead, she could almost taste the fresh scent of pine-needles in the winter that surrounded her forest. Or the smokey balms of her fathers medicines he made for the townsfolk that always filled their home.<br/><br/><b>''I'm glad you are here Tyora. And don't say you haven't known us as long as the others, only Donchen has been with me since the beginning. Many others have gone lost or went separate ways since.. Since I've left my home. Dawn and Ashy are second I think, we've met them during a pixy attack in the wicked woods around the Aviari village we went to after... Now I think about it, a good many strange things have happened to me since I left my father behind...<br/>
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I've never asked you Tyora, what had been the reason you were captured upon that pirateship?''</b><br/><br/>Ylvis leaned back and started playing with his hair, curling it around his finger and blowing it up once in a while. As he was doing so, he listened intently at Tyora's words and watched Uuranor crawl contently around the elfs neck.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
''The dragonlin' is pretty gorgeous, init? He 'ave a looks about 'im, quite strong and right 'ealffy as well. Yer seem ter take good care of 'im. I bet 'e is the reason yer 'ave woken up as one of the first from Mania's curse. It's been long since I've ever seen one wivout corruption, right, perhaps a millenium I'd say. Most of  'is kind are used for experiments by the bloomin' Kaiser nowadays, init? <br/>
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Woss 'is name, eh? ''</span></b><br/><br/>When Ylvis listened to whatever Tyora would reply, their heads suddenly turned at the sound of clammering pots and pans upon the soft green bedding of the forest-inn floors. His eyes burned with a fire unknown to his conversational partners when he whispered (audibly enough for Tyora to hear) to Verita.<br/><br/><b><i><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Is that the famous fire nymph yer 'ave been goin' on about?''</span></i></b><br/><br/><b>''Uh hello Sirka, how have you been?''</b>Verita replied to the blazing hot nymph before her, who was now squishing Tyora's cheeks together with her everso hot hands. The young druid, not really knowing what to do at such a strange sight, just started gulping down some more wine until she finally could not help but giggle at the sight of Sirka falling onto her buttox.<br/><br/>Ylvis immediately raised from his seat and knelt down next to Sirka, chivalrously extending his hand to help the fiery girl up and offering her his glass of wine in the midst of the action.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
'' T'a name is Ylvis, and where is me warm welcome, eh, squire? I spot how it goes, the bloomin' girls only cop an 'ug but woss left won't be warmed by yor invitingly 'ot arms eh?''</span></b><br/><br/>Ylvis jokingly laughed after the sarcastically sullen look he had given the obviously inebriated nymph. Trying to prevent her from setting the inn on fire, he stroked down the flowery seat with his glowing hand first. Gently freezing the surface with a thin layer of magical ice that would not melt by the nymphs vicinity, nor damage the flower whilst she would sit down onto it. The chef, who had been chasing the nymph out of his kitchens, now returned to picking up the dropped loot of the thief and grumblingly turned his heels to disappear once more behind the bar.<br/><br/><i> None of the Lake-elves were much of a confronting people, they'd rather be alone and wished for it all to go away than deal with any problems at hand. Which in turn, turned out great for the little company in the inn that became bigger and bigger by the minute.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>