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Erol puts his hand on his head, agrivating the wound from his arm slightly. He sighs slightly.
I bet I can guess her job, talking all the time.
"And if I might guess, you're a Bard, or just a socialite?"
Topaz mumbles a few words and casts heal minor wounds, recovering another 1 HP.
"Is that other stange fellow fine? If he indeed drove them away, I might need to give thanks to him. Who is he anyway? My rest can wait another hour."
Ebon ruffles his feathers and begins to preen himself.
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Erol Tsol, wanderer, and this here is my close freind Ebon."
The bird looks up and Topaz hands him a small amount of meat as a treat. Topaz smiles lightly.

"Actually, yes, I am a bard, I love to entertain folks, it brightens the mood in the cold, dark times, and it gives peple hope of enlightnment to a better tomorrow! Besides, its fun! Nice bird ya got there. Nice to meet you too, Erol, yes, the paladin is a friend of mine, he is teaching me the ways of a warriors code, I wish to join the militia, well, actually, our attacks were futile against the critters, it wasn't until I casted and sang a lullabye spell that drove them away...I dont know why for sure..so what brought u out here? "

(spell craft check on whatever spell he casted on himself ) +5

He responds to her questions in order, abashed by the sheer length of words that comes from the bard.
"Nothing brings me out here. I wander outside most of the time. In here I come for healing. even a poultice is not kind to a man in this weather."
He pats himself down again, quickly locating a fruit again. He rubs it on his jacket sleeve, away from the bones, making it worse rather than better. He shrugs and begins eating his fruit as he motions her to sit down with him. He tries to sit at the same time as her, not wanting to be rude in whatever position she might hold. Four days in prison for messing that up tends to make even an introverted man like himself remember. His mind was wandering again and he caught himself.
"As for the spell, it was a small spell, as you said it was. I call it flesh-mending, but I have heard others call it curing wounds. The more power of nature put into it, the stronger it becomes. I cannot do much yet, being young. I have read, however that people can do much with it."
It hits him though. Paladin. He had heard of men who fight for good and their opposite who fight for evil.
"How can a paledin fight for ideas? They are not real."
He mispronounces it accidentally, but still wonders if this is a human still or another creature like a human. No creature could ever fight for ideas. At least any creature he had met so far, not including the few dryads and goblins whom he considered human-like. His mind wandered as he began to think about why humans got the title. Humanoid, and such are derrogatory terms to an orc who hates humans. His mind wandered as he listened.

Oh your quiet welcome!! ^^

"I still am injured too. Deal. We will study the problem more in the morning. Thank you for your kindness."
Hope? Who has hope against what is and what isn't
He lets her leave first, following her if she goes up to the rooms, but not into her room. Even if she does not, he collapses into the purchased room. Rain is not kind to an injured body. He waits a few minutes in thought on what happened before settling for sleep.

collapses to rest. He grins to the ceiling as Ebon flutters to rest finally on the bedpost. Erol whispers:
"Another day gone, another to arrive,
let me keep here, and leave me alive."
He nods off gradually.
((Hoping for other characters to be able to do similar so that day might come and HP will be back. Yes, new character page still in the works.))

Sleep comes peacefully to all. All wonds heal and souls are rested.