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Rubbing her head once she muttered momentarily before attempting to smile, but the light filtering through her fingers made her wince before digging into her belt pouch for a large hankercheif. Tying it over her eyes she finally gave a sigh of relief and put her arms down, grinning properly for the first time that morning.

Noticing for the first time that everyone was up and about she gave a small start and closed her covered eyes so that she could concentrate on hearing more.

"I slept well, it was waking up that was difficult.." Lashantha joked slightly, a smirk appearing on her face as she turned towards Imo. Chuckling she said..

"My friend, you must be hungry, I can hear your stomach from over here.."

Yolanda laughed and thought about it.

"Well, I don't have much in the house, right now, but there's a meat supplyer down the street. He should be able to help you. I'm sure that he wouldn't mind a few of your scales either." As she spoke, she noted that Lasha had covered her eyes with a cloth. It was to be expected, since she wasn't used to being on the surface, apparently.

"I have some bread in the kitchen. Care to join us, Ravenar?" she inquired, "Maybe you should take Lasha out and give her the tour of the Mages District." The words had a hidden meaning. He obviously wanted to talk to her. Alone, perhaps the tension would ease between them.

(Mind you, this is RAVENar, not VALENarr...)

Ravenar sighed. This couldn't have been any more blatant.

"I will accompany her, if that is alright with her, of course..." Ravenar said with a bow.

He turned to his friend, the female seer. He shook his head slightly, disagreeing. This was not the best way to go about things. Certainly they were safer here in the mage district, but he had been attacked here before, though the attack dispersed upon using his magic to shield himself.

Seeing that she was out of hearing distance, Ravenar whispered to Yolanda. "You know that she will not take kindly to me... I killed her brother!" His whisper was not harsh but urgent. "Around her, I fear for my life. Retribution is always a threat to me, now..." He sighed, ceasing his whisper.

"Is there anything you'd like me to get you, while we are out?" He asked Yolanda, audible to both Lasha and the female seer.

"Of course." Ravenar said with a nod to her request. "And I trust you, you know that... but I do not trust many others..." He whispered to her.

He took the stone in hand, knowing how to use it. "Thank you." He nodded. He descended the stairs. "I suppose we should get going, Miss Lasha, if you do not mind me calling you that..." He added.

His thoughts were in chaos. He knew the depths of his own and Yolanda's magics, though he figured a swift stab in the back would take care of most anyone. He hoped he would prove to be more... resilient, but he had known that he did not take well to injury.

He would need to get his staff, of course, to do all of this bloody walking. He had left it at his home, and sadly, he had placed a magical field upon it long ago, so that it could not be affected by spells. Sadly, this meant he couldn't magic it up, just as he could not with his dagger.

"We'll need to drop by my home first, I'll need my staff to do all of this walking... Sadly I seem to be... out of shape." He chuckled to Lasha, hoping that she would not take advantage of this later on. He still feared one thing and one thing only.

Retribution.

Ravenar remembered, she had her eyes covered. "Very well, Lashantha." He said, pronouncing it flawlessly. "Come, just follow the sound of my robes, and you'll be fine. I do not walk exceptionally fast..." He chuckled at his own poor physical condition.

He opened the grand doors, stepping out, not walking very fast at all, in fact, taking his time, making sure Lashantha was following him. In about ten minutes, they were at his own squat, plain home. "Would you like to come inside? It is dark in there, and you should be able to see without much discomfort." He said, stepping into the windowless home, which was perfect for a Drow.

(Blah. Short.)

((GAH! The shortness gonk ))

Yolanda waved a quick farewell to Lasha and Ravenar before returning to Imo's question.

"Just down the street, to your left. You can't miss it," she smiled, taking hold of her staff, "It's called 'Roast Beast'. There's a picture of a dragon on the sign."

With that, she turned and began walking down the hall, behind the stairwell. If Ravenar really did get into some trouble, he could call and the mage would be by his side in a mere moment. However, she prayed that it wouldn't have to come to that. She did not want to hurt anyone, particularly not a friend.

Ravenar pulled open the ebony door, stepping inside. "Come in, please. I wish to take a short rest here..." He said, walking inside. His leg had been agitating him more... it was his right one, the one he developed a limp in shortly after being attacked and 'recovering'. Apparently the spell did not heal the wound as it should have, and as such, he was stuck with the injury.

He looked around at the familiar brown walls of his simple home, which was not made of wood but of a primitive brick, a fairly low-income home, to say the least. Ravenar was slightly a miser. He loved all gems and jewelry, and was a jeweler himself, making rings and necklaces but often keeping them for himself, only giving certain jewels and such to special people... he still had to get around to making a trinket for Yolanda, for saving his life. He turned to her as they entered the den, the first room of the small home. "Please, have a seat, I'll be out shortly with Valbyl..." He told her, using the staff's name instead of simply saying 'my staff'.

He retreated to his study, and returned to the den with his staff, the ebony, magically-enchanted staff called Valbyl. It was nothing special, save for the fact that it could not catch on fire, it could not be held by anyone but him, and anyone that touched it or was struck by the staff was instantly constricted by the staff, which came to life suddenly like a snake, wrapping around the victim and becoming hard and tight quite quickly.

He sat down on a simple wooden chair, made of ebony, his favorite kind of wood. "I believe I need to rest my leg... Sorry, Lashantha, if I'm too slow for you..." He chuckled slightly. He rubbed his knee, the spot where it always hurt. He was not in the best physical condition at all... At least he was not like some mages, coughing and hacking up blood at the best of times...