Tyora watched the two girls as their eyes moved over the drinks then each other.  Seeing Gwen on the verge of tears pulled a sympathetic look from the barely dressed elf.  Whatever the pair had seen must have been horrible beyond what she had seen to get that reaction.  Tyroa’s own nightmare had actually scared her even if she was sure it wasn’t what they had seen.  Made her wish she could have remembered what had been seen or felt while meditating.<br/><br/>The look on the faces re-enforced her previous estimate.  These girls seemed innocent and needed protection.  She couldn’t help but feel that way.  Though why did Anaise blush after the shudder?  At least they comforted each other.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Ok, I’ll be right back.”</span>She said as she stood again, grabbing her pint in the process.<span style="color: green">“Don’t wander off while I’m gone.”</span>With that Tyora walked off again, heading towards the bar where she had first ordered her first drink.  Giving them both a very good view of her curves from behind.  The back portion of the loincloth like leather didn’t cover very much, especially not the curving tattoos over her skin.<br/><br/>At the bar Tyora set the pint down before leaning down on the surface as she pulled money out to call the bartender over.  Her eyes watched him until he was in front of her.<span style="color: green">“Hey, a bottle of spiced rum and three glasses for myself, Anaise and Gwen.  We need a bit of a relaxant.”</span>She ordered.  As soon as he got the things to her Tyora left the money with a generous tip and walked away.  Back to the table with the other two ladies.  On her way back she noticed the gestures to the group of ladies that were partying.  Curious.  If it didn’t feel like something was going wrong she may actually look at satisfying the curiosity.<br/><br/>Though her eyes were drawn to the cloaked figure that moved from below decks and then towards where the crew were supposed to be.<span style="color: green">“Excuse me.”</span>She said as they walked past each other, the elf easily getting past without arresting either of their momentums.  Again, curious why she was trying to hide something with that cloak… at least that was what it looked like with the cloak held shut.  She walked out before Tyora could really ask anything.<br/><br/>After a shrug Tyora finally reached the table to set the glasses and the bottle of rum down before setting her own ass in the chair she had vacated earlier.<span style="color: green">“Ok, drinks here.  Have as much as you want.”</span>As she spoke she poured about a shot worth into each glass before sliding one to each of the other girls.  Once they all had the glasses Tyora held hers up for them to toast even if she didn’t say anything.  Once they held theirs up she took her own and downed it in one gulp.  Closing her eyes she enjoyed the burn of the rum as it went down her throat.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Mmm, ok, I needed that more than the ale.”</span>She purred as she felt the heat of the rum settle into her stomach.  Almost immediately she poured herself another shot… but didn’t down that one immediately.  Instead she swirled the glass in her hand, watching the other girls.  Though debating what she needed to do.  With the girls confirming her nightmare… she was thinking she should go get her weapons at least.<span style="color: green">“Do you think the Captain knows something is wrong?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>