Tellara was happy to see a friendly face. She found that she could move her head somewhat, as she nestled into the soft, warm neck of the small sabre. She hoped it was just exhaustion as she lay there next to the short feline, otherwise dreading a permanent loss of mana. But all of those thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind as tellara suddenly felt extraordinarily tired, her vision a swirling pool of darkness as she lay her head down, and fell into a dream filled sleep.<br/><br/>When tellara awoke, she rose into a a world of pain as all she could do was slam her head back down onto the pillow. Her head ached at ridiculous magnitude, probably due to overt helpings of ale the previous night, and the shafts of sunlight piercing the breaks between curtains did nothing to soothe the mind shattering pain. As tellara peered out through squinting eyelids, however, the pain and drowsiness immediately disappeared in the wake of shock. Through the night, vines and creepers had found their way through the old wood of the inn. Ivy carpeted the once bare wooden floors, tendrils of greenery hung from the ceiling, and bright colourful flowers dotted sone of the wandering vines that ran across the floor. The room was encased in a verdant jungle of decoration, and tellara was very worried.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>