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Kira was having herself a pity party. She had ordered a lot of alcohol and was using her magic to build herself a fort out of the table. She was upset. "He has no right to do this to me." She was talking to herself.

She drank a small sip of the vial. The bump on her head was reducing rapidly. The burns on her body were fading down to scars. Claudette was feeling less on the brink of death. "Don't you need some?" She asked. She didn't know if he was singed elsewhere.

She didn't comment on his home for the lack of information. Maybe he wanted to keep that private.

Instead she said, "I remind you of your sister?" He seemed a little emotional, and Claudette fretted over him. She was surprised by his answer, but she didn't want to push him. He seemed upset. Claudette fetched him a spiced tea thinking that it would cheer him up a little.

Seeing as Kira and Svana are sulking independently, and Veiris and Claudette seem to want to talk to each other, that pretty much leaves Baldur as unoccupied. Grinning slightly, she asks, "Care for a drink?"

"While I wouldn't typically discourage that in general, you really don't have to at this point in time," Mynoris says. Pulling out a variety of coinage, she makes her way up to the bar. "Give me the third strongest drink you have, and get him one of whatever he's partial to," she says, while trying to suss out what the most effective tender will be.

This time Mynoris was actually joking. Mostly. "Just a little dry humor," she says. "And if I start with the strongest drink then I'll have nothing left when I really need a pick me up," she explains. "Besides, it gives me something to work towards." Taking her drink and sliding the ale to Baldur, she raises her glass. "I've also learned that the pure strength of the drink doesn't always mean it's the best tasting. Cheers."

Claudette listened to what Veiris was saying, feeling a large amount of empathy for him.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, and this time she did pull him into a hug. "I hope some way or another you can find her, and I hope the Clerics haven't gotten to her. It's not right to be separated like that."

Claudette thought about her own family. It had been far too long since she had seen them, thanks to the Immortals. She gently squeezed his hand as sign of comfort.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked. Even if it was just lending an ear or giving him some comfort, she would do it. Hell, she would even help him fight those Clerics if he asked her to, and she would do it gladly because they sounded worse than the Immortals.

((Ooc: no worries. Get some good sleep))

"Mixing your alcohols is bad form," Baldur agreed with a wry grin. "And usually puts you in worse condition than if you had left well enough alone." The drink wasn't potent, but he felt the prickles of calm edging against him. Given his day, a stout drink was more than in order.

"They have an idea of how much land they expect to take and I know Larus doesn't intend on expanding his borders, but digging in and establishing his new country. Svana...I don't know what goes on in her head. She's on board for the plan for now. I do know for a fact that she doesn't have a big enough army to sack more cities. Her forces are bloody good and bloody scary to watch go to work, but they're few in number. Either way, it doesn't matter to me. I'll help them get settled and figure out if it's worth staying or leaving then," he declared nonchalantly. It was true. He was here on trial basis until they succeeded in their war. Depending on their success, they wouldn't need him, and he had never really needed them. It was comforting to know they were out there, but he wasn't making any plan on throwing down roots.

"So how long were you in the merc business?" he asked after another long swallow of ale.

Mynoris pauses for a few moments and looks as though she's trying to calculate the time. Then she shrugs her shoulders and gives up. "A few hundred years at the least, I would say," she notes. "It's hard to tell really; I have several missing chunks of time." This doesn't seem to bother her though. "What about yourself?" She grins. "I haven't settled anywhere long term for quite some time. When my world was around, I was fairly stationary. I had responsibilities that kept me confined to my realm for the most part. So when it didn't exist anymore, I found I wasn't in a hurry to tie myself down again."

"Thank you," Veiris said quietly as he grabbed the bag and pulled out his coat and scarf. He quickly buttoned his shirt with practiced ease. He slipped the large coat on and wrapped the scarf loosely around his neck, once more covering his tattoos completely. He felt vulnerable, and having his markings on display was starting to make his skin crawl.

"You look about the same age as she did, when she vanished, thats why. And she enjoyed a good fight, and a good blade. I never could get a good handle of the swords. I preferred the staff. But she used a blade as easily as she took to a familiar Shift," he continued explaining. The two honestly looked little alike, but Claudette was the right age and similar personality. And mostly, he just wanted to protect her like he couldn't protect his sister.

He wiped his eyes clear and sipped at his tea again. "Your tattoos, the Clerics may actually be able to help you," he said as way of switching subjects. And he decided dealing with Clerics may just be worth it sometimes. "They remove out tattoos, destroy the bond and magic thats there. I'm not sure if it'll work for yours, but they could try," he added.