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A look of compassion on her face, she held the book closer to herself as he spoke. "This has both good and bad elements .. There is no doubt in my mind that at some point, Mr Yawgmoth will be grateful, proud of you for defending your family successfully though I do agree that he will likely not be pleased with removal from the school. I know that there is nothing I could do to help, but if you want to talk more, I will be around. Worry not about what you did to them, it is fortunate you did not kill them but you have learned from this experience. In the future, I am certain you will find the strength within you to understand how your abilities and emotions work together so that you may remain in control even in the most upsetting circumstances." she said, trying to end on a supportive note.

"I know what it is to lose control of my abilities when blinded by emotion. I sympathize with you on this, it can be most frightening and pleasurable." she said softly. With a small poof, the book in he arms disappeared and she stood again, her curves now visible. Gently she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder for a moment. "All will be well." Removing her hand from his shoulder, she stepped away from him, rounding to the other side of the bar, now standing opposite of Lanshor and created herself a glass of tea for herself. In doing this she opened her mind to allow herself to sense other presences both near and miles away. A moment of silence passed before she answered. "I would assume he has returned to the room they always seem to go to through that door over there." She pointed to the entrance to Crow's room.

Raven walked up the steps that led to Crow's Dungeon. She had to get out and stretch her legs out once more, feeling too cramped in the dungeon. She walked to the bar and went behind the counter looking for some wine to drink and quench her thirst.

Fox walks in right foot hiting the ground first like he had come so accustomed to now a days. His entrence was from Crow's room. Though his night was filled with the screams of Yawgmoth and his mother`s sexuwal explotes. He seemed well rested and calm. the day of rest that he got from the constent fight after fitght did the boy well. After a moment of ajousting to the light he made his way to the bar its self. Geting his normle glass of water, he went to his favret arm chear. There he rested for his more then likely fight filled day ahead him.
((ooc:people that was the weardest post ever becouse it was done all on a wii and a wiimote, all i got to say is this makes me feel more like a geek then normal ))

Felling his friend siting in the rafters he smiled as he sunk even more in to the large red arm chear that he called his own for the time being. Siting thinking was all he did , hopeing for a nother quite night but knowing it was going to be hard to get.

DP walk in and take a seat at the back wall of the bar

The sound of heavy footsteps came up from the stone stairwell that lead down into Crow's dungeon. The figure of Yawgmoth came into view beneath the archway that lead to the stairwell. His arms crossed over his chest and a plain bored look upon his tan skinned face. His tail wasn't even shifting in the air, it was just laying behind him on the ground, dragging along as he walked. Crimson eyes made a quick look about the room to spot any life, and of course, there was Ziven. And seemingly no one else. "Bah" Yawgmoth said under his breath walking more inward. He was praying to the great creator himself that some fool, that some stupid would be hero would enter tonight. Yawgmoth had every intention of provoking any battle worthy person into a fight tonight. Something to relieve his immense boredom. He had cabin fever he felt, having been cooped up around the inn and not having spent enough time smashing skulls in.

The day had been rather uneventful but it seemed that would certainly be the case no longer as the large form of Yawgmoth entered the room. Blue eyes turned to the man curiously, attempting to gauge his mood. Body language indicated he was not in a good mood and this was confirmed the moment he uttered but a single word. She bobbed her head to him but said nothing, assuming he was either in a terribly foul mood or had just woken up and would get an earful for existing. Nevertheless, she shut the book she had been reading and conjured herself another cup of tea, watching him.

The silence was again broken by the sound of Fox stirring. Smiling brightly, blue eyes shown with happiness at his sight. Since he was nearing her at the bar, she realize he must be in search of water and conjured a glass for him next to her and pointed at it with a wink.