<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;The Singing Donkey&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>"Eh? Nerves?" Vincent turns his attention away from Spike, and focuses it on Sherani.<br/><br/>He leans forwards and eyes Sherani for a few long seconds, then does the same to Ureck, a small smile creasing his lips. Though his eyes were still a bit red-rimmed, he nods his head "Yea, i can see. I'm sure i can find somethin' for the two of you, dear. Mirana?"<br/><br/>Mirana's ears perk, and she looks up at Vincent "Yes?"<br/><br/>"Would you be a dear an' run these over to Calia? Seems the girl is havin' a bit of indigestion. Got a couple of nasty little marks on her, too. Arrows..."  Mirana nods in acceptance, taking the two small vials from Vincent. She looks down at Undol...then back up to Vincent expectantly.<br/><br/>The old man waves his hands "Come now, off with you girl! I'll watch him! He can bloody well take care of himself! Get those potions over there!" Mirana's ears perk even higher, and she quickly nods her head "Y-yessir!" Taking one last little glance at Lilium and Undol...she turns and darts off, taking the potions with her.<br/><br/>Slipping up beside Calia, she looks down at the giantess' swollen stomach, and the few faint bulges eminating from within. The way it gurgled and sloshed as it processed her meals - one already being turned into food, and the other soon heading in that direction - cause her cat-like ears to perk even higher. Blushing slightly, she extends her hand, offering the two potions to Calia "Here. Vincent said you needed these. Um...you going to be okay?"<br/><br/>((Calia is given two cure light wounds potions! =D ))<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Back at the bar, Vincent once more kneels down and begins to dig - though he keeps one ear upturned to catch the conversation "Lesse here, girl...somethin' stout. Whiskey works, i hope? Somethin' smooth is aways good for a case of the nerves. Eh...wanna thank all of ya fer ya help. Sherani, y'got my thanks. Miss..." He looks up at Lilium "Lilium was it? As well. An you, boy...seen you in here, before...but never heard ya name." Now, he looks at the collie.<br/><br/>A few seconds of rummaging produces an old, dust-covered bottle. He blows it off, creating a small cloud of dust, and waves a hand in front of his face, coughing loudly "Ahem! Y'all got free room here fer' th' night. An' i'll be tellin' ya anything and everythin' you wanna know about the goin' ons around here...iffen' ya think of anythin' that can help ya."<br/><br/>He produces 6 shot glasses - one just slightly smaller than the others (Though by no means small enough to be held by Undol), and settles one down in front of those assembled at the bar. He sets to work filling the shot-glasses in front of Ureck and Sherani half-full...looks the two of them over...then fills the glasses up to the brim "Careful!" he warns "Stuff is a bit potent!"<br/><br/>The one in front of Lilium he adds a small dash to, as does the one placed down for Undol. The Liliputian likely had his own cup, and could dip whatever he wished out of the Shot-glass. Another one is settled down for the orc, and this one is also filled nearly to the brim. Finally, he takes his own and fills it to near-half. Satisfied, he offers the entire bottle to Sherani - just in case she decides either her or Ureck's nerves need a bit more 'settleing'. "Here ya go, Sherani. Take care with it, eh?"<br/><br/>Tossing back his own shot of whiskey, the aged bartender slips a little bit closer to Undol and Lilium, resting his arms quite officially on the countertop "So...y'thinkin' of goin' after this guy? Listen, Miss...i don't even presume to ken' yer abilities or anythin'. Jus'...well, i don't want nothin' to be happenin' to the lot of ya. Mirana would be heartbroken if she lost Undol. An' i don't wanna see a pretty gal like yerself endin' up on someone's menu. Even ole' Sherani hasn't been around too long, but i'd hate to have anythin' happenin' to her. Don'tcha think...i dunno...maybe y'should lay low?" There was genuine concern in the old keeper's voice, and the way he kept glancing at James' body...<br/><br/>"Iffen' y'really plannin' on it. Jus'...be careful, eh?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Rak's voice murmurs in Lilium's head, just a little bit sleepily<span style="font-style: italic">"Hrm? Ohhh. What was interesting. Seems the Collie is workin' for a group called the 'Grangers'. Seems they got their hands in a little bit of everything here in town. Likely helping Lesik set up stuffs. I could only imagine he's trying to get enough slaves gathered up to head to the Port Berstin marketplace. Dunno, though."</span><br/><br/>There is a little mental yawn in her head, before Rak's voice continues<span style="font-style: italic">"Hrm? Oh! Anywho, he's working for them. He's wanting to tail us and...i dunno keep us out of trouble? Something like that. Or, relay information about the Granger's doings. Seems like Lesik has his claws sunk into the Grangers pretty well, too. He's pretty good at manipulation, isn't he? Sheesh...seems like he is really thinkin' things out with this one."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Collie? Er? Ohhhh...thinkin' about doing him in? Y'know...i've got room for him in here, right alongside this Gnoll....rrr...he'd be squirming, too! Ooohhh...let's do it!"</span>Any and all hints of fatigue instantly flee the mind of her familiar, who is *ALWAYS* more than willing to add one more body to the menu.