Arena Tavern<br/><br/>Sinoraa sat down by a bar stool. She'd healed quite well, in fact it could be argued she looked better then normal. Her skin looked sore and red, a lot more human then her usual blue skin. Her arm was still missing, making her robes long sleeve hang down loosely. She took a deep breath and took a look over at the barkeep. "Elf blood." She said, followed by a short wave of the hand. "Of course, mam!" He replied, getting a glass bottle with a thick red liquid in it, pouring it into fine glass. "There you go!" He said, pushing the glass towards her. It was her own private glass, as she didn't trust the public mugs. She took a zip of the blood, feeling her regeneration speedup.