“Yeah, you had ‘em right where you wanted!” He laughed at her protest with nonchalance but thought better of mocking her further. He could see that her pride was clearly wounded by having to be rescued and he didn’t much like the idea of having her at his throat with a knife – especially as the thought occurred to him that she might prove to be vicious when provoked. Instead, he focused on gathering the spoils quickly and moving on.<br/><br/>He was satisfied when they reached the pub; the quiescence suited his purposes and he knew that they would be afforded a place to have a quiet conversation over recent events, so he was happy to agree to Enjiope’s suggestion of buying their drinks from the purse of the fallen thug. “Make yourself comfortable, perhaps over there…” He said, gesturing towards a small, secluded table in the corner of the room near the fire while he approached the bar. He deliberately stood apart from the other patrons while he kept an eye on the Elven woman and, after a brief conversation with the publican, he exchanged a few gold pieces and soon made his way to the table with a tray of drinks, some folded cloth and a balm of some sort.<br/><br/>“Here you are, my dear. This should help numb the pain a little…” He said, joining Enjiope as he served each of them a pair of drinks and took a seat at the table. The first was a frothing mug of ale, clearly intended for refreshment. The second, a double-shot of Elven brandy designed to take the edge of their wounds. Without hesitation, he snapped back the brandy with a subdued grimace and remarked “Oh yeah, that’s good stuff!” Then, if she would allow it, he offered to tend to her wounded shoulder with the makeshift bandages before taking a look at the gash on his thigh.<br/><br/><strong>[Current Wounds: -5]</strong>