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Arthon had been awake for some time before Dalia had come from her room, but he was too busy to join her right away. The potion took time to make, even for one as skilled at this as much as he. All the ingredients were piled around him as he diligently and silently worked, the room completely dark and cold. He liked this better this way, for light hurt his eyes terribly and the heat made him uncomfortable. These were the conditions he worked in for... well, he couldn't even begin to grasp how long. Carefully he spun the vial of liquid a hundred times to ensure that all the ingredients mixed at the proper level. Finally, he pulled out the vial of Teifling blood and poured in the smallest drop. The potion smoked for a moment, then turned the whole thing a deep crimson. With smile and a slight nod he corked the bottle, then bean to place all of his materials onto the book. The book ate it, with unhappy whispers, just as it had eaten the blood. "Oh, stop grumbling. Once we establish a shop, then everything will be taken out and you can return to your original duty. Alright?" When the whispers did not relax he gently stroked the book to try and calm it. "And won't the knowledge be worth it? You want the secrets of the worlds just as badly as I. That is why we travel." The book quieted after this, but was no entirely silent. It would have to do.

Once he had everything packed he walked down the stairs, past the Tiefling, and to the bar. There Arthon ordered some water for himself and a small breakfast. He did not acknowledge Dalia... he wanted to rile her up again.

You know, A confident person wouldn't need to prove that he is better then someone else.* Ali gave Yawg a slight mocking smile before he darted his eyes over at the two newcomers for a few moments, shrugging them off.*Feeling insecure Yawg?

((Ugh, getting writer's block already!))

Dalia caught the vial, but the second she did so, it slipped from her grasp. A second attempt at catching the now falling vial proved to be successful, and she sighed in relief. "I don't need to control anything." She immediately snapped in return, before stopping. "Anything other than the dreams, of course" She added. Temper was something that hadn't really hurt anybody yet, but the dreams had bothered not only her but had proven to be an inconvenience to many others. "But my temper, if that's what you want to call it, isn't a problem."
Upon closer inspection of Arthon, she realized that he looked a little less sick than he had the other day. He still didn't look healthy, but the bags under his eyes were not quite as prominent, and he did seem to be eating a little more normally. Dalia grinned and took a seat at the bar. She held the vial up in front of her. She wasn't sure what to do with it now. Drink it? Inject it? Cut upen her hand and pour it directly into her bloodstream? She shook her head. Though Arthon had interesting ways he would not have given her a potion that required cutting open one's own skin. Or would he? "How do I...er... I mean..." She tried to find the right words, "What do I do with it now?"

Dalia watched as he stabbed himself with a fork, and as his wounds started leaking blood, she could smell it. Elf blood. It reminded her of the raw meat she enjoyed so much. Now, Dalia would never eat an elf. Ever. But the smell of blood was sweet to her. Just like the most beautiful of roses. Arthon convulsed, as though having a small seizure, and Dalia hoped that this was something that was supposed to happen... not a mistake in the formula. Either way it looked unpleasant. When Arthon finally stopped with his symptoms, she sighed in relief. His wounds healed, and everything was almost back to normal -aside from the broken glass-. "Well that looks pleasant." Dalia scoffed sarcastically as she began picking up the broken glass. "But I guess I shouldn't complain."
She began to help him to pick up small shards, using the nails as to not get cut by the sharp parts. "Thank you." She said, almost shamefully and without looking at Arthon. Such an ill person should not have done a test run like that, it looked more painful than he could take. Last time she had seen him, when she bought the first potion from him, he had been just as sick. What kind of an illness did he have? "I don't mean to pry..." She said maintaining a very calm voice, "but what sort of illness do you have, and I do assume it is an illness. I don't mean to offend... but you do look a little, you know, under the weather."

Arthon laughed for a moment as he looked at Dalia. "Concern? Truly? Is that what I detect in your voice?" He laughed even harder for a moment, then placed his hand gently upon the Teifling's shoulder. This was both to mock her, which he figured she would take it as, but he also found her presence somewhat calming. he did not have many friends because of his nature, but would consider her one of the best. It was sad, in its own way. "For almost all of my life, I never experienced the world. I was in a cold, dark room. So when I finally got out, I had no immunities. My body rejects everything outside. For awhile it was even hard to eat." He smiled to the waitress as she took the plate away and brought him the bill. "The sun hurts, the heats is uncomfortable, the smells make me happy yet make me suffer at the same time. Fresh air even feels bad sometimes." The elf gave his friend a pat on the back, then stood and stretched a bit. "With time I assume I will get better, but I have already been in the world for... a hundred years? A little more, perhaps. The only progress I have made is that I can eat food."
After speaking he paid for the bill with an emerald, then began to walk to the door. When he was almost there he paused. After a moment of thought he turned and said to Dalia. "You may come, if you wish. I am going t go find a graveyard."

Arthon smiled when she accepted and began to make his way to the door once more. "I plan on going there to gather information. You will understand once we get there." And with that he walked out the door, even waiting for Dalia to catch up. He had a lot on his mind, but some company was going to be nice.

Yawgmoth's face instantly turned serious as the soldier backed away and Ali taunted him. "Thankful? Ahhhh no. We're afraid the times of mercy ended when we scratched our name onto that post. Let this serve as a warning. For what is to come." he said with a stern tone pointing a finger at the shadow of the man with the rifle. A delightfully evil grin upon his face. "Next time insect, take the shot." he mocked "Shadowfury" the darkness infested energies began to surge into the man's shadow and with a loud blast the energy would erupt, causing the shadow Yawgmoth had pointed at to explode violently taking the victim down with it. The downside was it wasn't large scale enough to kill someone like Aliator, but the upside was that it was impossible to outrun one's own shadow. If the soldier wasn't A) heavily armored in some sort of blast protective casing or B) very close to Aliator's own power level he was a dead man. The titan would not be so forgiving this time.