Ureck was rather taken aback when Sherani blew past him, the dark thoughts in her mind written all over her face. He found himself recoiling over the table with a stunned expression as he watched her vanish into the kitchen, catching his senses just in time to draw his foot away from the every-growing blood pool. Frowning, he scanned the other tables for some cloths to stem the spread of crimson, but before he could he noticed Mirana approaching him.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"Thank you..." She whispers, looking at the table that half-covered the corpse. While it did little to prevent the pool of blood from spreading, at the very least it covered up most of the body behind it. Without so much as another word, she kneels down on the floor in front of him, and leans in close, looking at the stab-wound on his leg "What do you think, Undol?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Don't mention it," the collie replied, his voice brighter and calmer than his demeanor would dictate. "No use seeing things like that when you don't need to." As she bent down to look at his leg, he heard another voice that took him a moment to pinpoint. He hadn't noticed the Lilliputian perched upon her shoulder just yet, but now that he did a small smile crossed its face. Must be a hardy little guy, Ureck thought, being able to prosper in Espen at his size.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Jeffos wrote:</cite>“Well, it looks like you got a little hurt here. I’d assume you’re one of the ‘good guys,’ if the bartender isn’t getting pissed off at you for sticking around.”<br/><br/>Undol chuckled, continuing to look at Ureck’s leg. “I’m not much of a magic-user, but I’ve got a knack for squeezing out magical energy from pretty looking things.” He pulled out a wand from his belt that was adorned with the holy symbol for Pelor ((If that’s the healing god in the universe)), most likely left there by whoever had prepared the tiny wand for the man. “You aren’t the most hurt one here, but hey, you’re the one standing the most still, plus you look like a pretty talkable fellow. How about I patch you up a bit with some healing magic?”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>To Undol's statement, Ureck shared a chuckle with him. "Heh, we're all good guys if we don't want to be eaten alive in this town, as far as I'm concerned." Watching the Lilliputian draw his wand, the collie squinted for a moment to see what it was before perking his ears up at Undol's diagnosis. "I'd appreciate it," Ureck replied with a warm grin. "But if you think other people need it more than I do I can live with a little flesh wound." To this, he swayed his apprehension with another little chuckle.<br/><br/>(Sense Motive check: 1d20(17) + 9 = 26; Pass)<br/><br/>Throughout the whole exchange, Ureck couldn't help but feel Undol was keeping him at arm's length, although he chose not to show it. It puzzled the dog as he wondered why his words and actions seemed to be being checked with some degree of suspicion. As far as he knew, they had just met, and he had done nothing to earn the Lilliputian's ire. Still, as he rolled the circumstances through his mind, it occurred to him that there might be a reason.<br/><br/>If Mirana was the barmaid, then she probably cleared the tables between delivering drinks. This made her the most likely candidate to have found his cards, although she wasn't the sort of person he had been looking for. If she did find his cards after he had left, it would've been very likely Undol had looked over them as well and, having seen him leave them behind, wonder what he was up to. The fact that he randomly turned up in the bar again probably didn't help either. A small frown crossed his face.<span style="font-style: italic">Gosh, I should really think these things out more before giving them a go...</span><br/><br/>Just to check to see if his hunch was right, Ureck turned back towards Mirana. "Now that I think of it," he brought up casually. "Did you by any chance find a box of cards before all... eh, all this broke out?"