The wind that surrounds his body rushes ahead of him into the tavern as he opens the door. He moves slowly, his right arm hanging limply at his side. “It is finished,” he says in a tired voice. He approaches the bar and with his left hand places two large gems in front of the bartender. “I want the best accommodations you have for the others once they recover,” he pauses to make sure he holds the man’s gaze, “Your very best.” Casting a glance at the half-elf sitting at the other end of the bar, he walks toward him and places a handful of coins in front of him. “Drink a few rounds for me.” He walks slowly up the stairs to the roof where he will keep vigil until the others awake.

Shadowhound picks up the gold coins and laughs, he was already drinking a few rounds for Neb (with Nebs money).

<font color="skyblue">Even though she is in a trance, the power of Cyril's cloak causes her to moan, and shift position. Her left arm falls to the floor, her sleeve pushed up just far enough to show the beginning of a rune that disappears beneath her gloved hand. Her long silver-blonde hair spills forward over her face........as the rune starts to softly glow...... faintly.........</font>

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30 minutes pass and Cyril is almost knocked over as shadowhound runs across to the edge of the roof and falls to his knees heaving up his stomache "Next time you drink your own rounds"

OOC: *LMAO* at Shadowhound :D

ooc: Nothing like getting your money's worth!

ic: He breathes slowly and deeply as he looks at his damaged hand. “No way the glove is going back on,” he mumbles. “No, it’s never easy,” he laughs. He moves quietly to the others and placing his hand lightly on the cloak whispers, “KayLisa. Protect.” The cloak slowly enfolds her body in a protective embrace. Returning to his place he shifts his gaze to her hands, gloved and resting just beneath Neb’s grasp. “The hours will be not be that long,” he thinks. He removes the locket from around his neck opens it and places it gingerly in his right hand.

<font color="skyblue">unbeknownst to KayLisa, all of her dreams {or omens} she is having are also being transfered to Cyril's cloak.</font>

<font color="cyan">She now stands in the middle of a huge bowl-like crater.......the ground blasted with wizard's fire so hard, that the dirt has turned to glass. The dark sky is reflected back at her from the ground, and she looks around. The ground affected by the wizard's fire measures at least 12 kilometers across. She notices something a few meters from her, and gingerly steps across the glassed ground, arriving at what can only be the remains of a once huge gold dragon. The carcass looks to be a few weeks old. She glances around, recognizing some of the landmarks,now. Tears roll down her face as she knows finally where she is. "Home........." She falls to her knees, crying out.....................</font>

<font color="skyblue">She falls back into the trance............</font>

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After casting some spells of healing, Shadowhound stands up without hearing 20 Dwarves hit him in the head with hammers. Feeling bored he walks over to TAOwolf and places a hand on her forehead, and starts to see her dreams.

Neb's eyes open suddenly, the trance is over, KayLisa awakens as well and he lets go of her wrists, turns around and walks down into the Tavern to get his things and leave.

A few moments later he's out in front of the tavern with his things packed, it takes no more than a minute of concentration for this to change into the form of a large panther and head off.

(OOC: Might be back later.)

"They stir," he whispers noting the first slight signs of the trance coming to its end. "No, the hours were not so very long at all." The folds of the cloak draw slowly back, loosening their protective hold on her body. He closes the locket and returns it to its place around his neck. He is not surprised to see that Neb is the first to have recovered his bearings and wishes the man well as moves with surprising speed and determination to leave the inn. Questions spring to his mind about what has happened, but they are unimportant, and, for now, his place is here.