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*Roan blinked incredulously at Dag and Bard. Granted the kind of people who wandered through the Tavern regularly were all on the extreme side and supreme power wasnt that unusual, but its not every day she got completely ignored in her demi form, let alone this greater state. Wondering idly if she blew the roof up, it would get the attention she had hoped for, Roan shook her head and simply turned and walked out through the massive gap in the Taverns walls.
She was worried about Corbin still, but decided he would be fine. He had always been strong and his morphic usually reverted only for a short time. He'd be full grown again by the time he woke with luck, if not, it wouldnt be long and Dope would look after the kid until he grew up, right? When he was himself again, Corbin would know what to do.

Without glancing back, Roan walked a little way from the tavern itself, a storm gathering overhead in response to the power still leaking off of her. Drenched by the rain, she spread her wings and took to the air, her flight erratic as she headed for one of the few places she found peaceful. Possibly, it would be her last resting place, and after everything, she had decided to die alone.*

*Bard watched Roan leave the tavern, feeling uneasy with how she seemed to be acting he decided to follow her out towards the storm*

((We'll carry on with the role play from 'twilight' in here.))

Sleeping soundly, the miniture Corbin rolled over with a slight sound of bliss as Dope had entered and petted his head. Stuck in the back of the child's mind, something stirred though. The charging essence of the older Corbin.

After getting as much sleep as needed, the mysticaly aged essence re-claimed the vessel, and his body quickly matured again.

Waking, he arose from the bed covers, and yawned. He could remember everything he had seen and experienced while recharging, and could sense Roan and Dagoth in the room across from him.

Groaning at the need to get up straight away, he tiredly walked out of his temporary room, and into the room holding Roan and Dagoth.

Spareing Dagoth a glance and a nod, unsure if he was asleep, or awake at this point, he stood at Roan's bedside, folding his arms over his chest.

.:"Here kitty kitty. Whats the damage, Rayth?":.

Tilting his head and smirking slightly, with a cocked brow he chuckled faintly.

"Dagoth couldn't give me a black eye if I headbutted his fist. Atleast she is stable physically. Dont worry, for what ever reasons she cares about us lot, I dont wont to lose her, as much as you dont. Take CAN be amusing like that."

Gently sitting on the bed ner Roan's legs, he pulled his right shirt sleeve up.

"Blood of another DeSeer maybe? If I make sure to hold Magra right back, now that I've recharged, my blood might help. Or is there somthing Im going to need to 'quest' for? My blood may even be able to strengthen the link between her mind, where ever it is, and her body."

*Elfy came down from her old room dressed in a long blue and black dress fit for a Queen her long red hair flowing behind her. Around her neck she wore small gem which was pulsing a dark blood red with each step she took. Her blue pixy held her hand as she decended the stairs while a leash could be seen trialing behind her.*

*Dagoth at this point had stepped behind corbin, twitching with a great pulsing vien over his right eye preceeded to bash corbin over his head with his fist*

Say what you pint sized punk? Want to try that when your 3ft nothing? I guy cant get any sleep round here.

Turning his head with a snarl, Corbin's hand blurred, and appeared at a moments notice just half an inch from wrapping around Dag's throat.

"YOU..Need to simmer the hell down. Try getting your own room, or heading back to the mansion if you want sleep that badly, gruntling, Im in no way in the mood for your desire for fuedal bantering."