[Skydracgrrl]

Lyulfe turned back to Skye after winking mischieviously at Tancred, who returned the look with a scowl. He frowned slightly to himself, and brushed her bangs back from her forehead. 'She sometimes has a little bit of trouble with her drink, but Skye recovers quick enough...' he leaned over, and noticed she was a little more drawn than usual. Lyulfe's fears were laid to rest, however, when her eyelids fluttered open.

"Skye? Exactly how much alcohol did you have?" he asked with slight sarcasm, knowing that it took her awhile to wake up fully. She looked in the direction of his voice and smiled weakly. "I'm not quite sure, but I don't think it's agreeing with me very well..." she shivered. "A little chilly, isn't it?" Lyulfe frowned slightly. "Maybe it's just from your drink. It's actually quite warm in here." Skye smiled wanely, then patted the bed. "Where are we? I don't recognize this... it'd be easier if someone would light a torch or something. I didn't think I'd sleep until nighttime."

Lyulfe frowned again at this odd comment. There were some torches already lit, and even though the lighting wasn't the best, it shouldn't have drawn any comment from a halfelf who has infravision. There was also her strange chill... and the way she kept looking around whenever he talked. "Skye, look at me," he ordered, and she obediently turned her face towards his voice. Peering into her eyes, the pupils were dilated and unseeing, a sort of grayish film over the normal blue-violet tint.

Skye remained unphased by Lyulfe's strange comments, and stared straight ahead. Hearing two voices and some clanking, her expression brightened. "Oh, is Tancred here? And..." she frowned briefly in thought. "Joram! Did I get your name right? I'm not very good with names," she appologized. Lyulfe's nostrils flared as they caught a whiff of something besides alcohol on Skye's breath as she jabbered on. Something sweet, almost sickeningly so. "Skye, you shouldn't excite yourself after having so much to drink," he chidded her, and hummed a dragon tune that quickly lulled her to sleep despite her protests that she had something important to tell Tancred.

Beckoning to the two men, Lyulfe strode out of the pavilion. The two exchanged glances at the dragon's odd behavior, and followed. They found the dragon striding back and forth agitatedly, muttering something about knights and bloody noses. Looking up, he scowled. "Do any of you know that knight that Skye bloodied up? Is he inclined to drink and be free with women?" Greeted with blank stares, he sighed exasperatedly. "Skye's poisoned, most likely with whatever was in that pouch that you," he pointed at Tancred, "Tried to taste. The knight must have been poisoned by some sort of drink, most likely by the person who hired him to begin with. They must have known his reputation with women, and that he'd attempt to force himself on whomever they hired to carry out the job of beguiling our Paladin here." Lyulfe gestured at Tancred again with a frown. "Who ever planned this is good... doesn't keep any lose ends. But we have to find an antidote to this poison... I am unfamiliar with it." he drew a shakey breath. "Skye's already lost her vision... and with her chills, I'm unsure as to how much time she still has." Lyulfe looked up at Joram and Tancred, and they could see the pain and worry in his draconic purple eyes. "Maybe there was someone else that was supposed to do the job, that Skye replaced. We could find her..." the dragon grasped desperately at ideas, not wanting to lose his only friend to a sweet death.