After a considerable delay its finally here.I'm unsure if it will be the last version of the post, but probably will.
 
[hider=Haiaen 4: Necromancy 101: a treatise on the effects of tapestry and similar on the recent undead]

Haiaen stopped to wave the curtains around his fingers and looked around, a sensation of dizziness within. He stood unmoving beyond a sequence of blinks for a moment, before he jumped always from the purple curtains, intent in avoid poking them again. Yet, he soon found himself with his arms extended ready to touch the cloth. He would have done so, if the word fortune hadn’t being spoken.

Immediately, Haiaen went inside past the curtains to search the meaning of the woman claim. As Lindir was already there, he waited to see what would happen. He saw the elf pick his belongings and at the unmistakable glint of gold, Haiaen lightly hopped around a few steps, he could almost feel the adventure. [i] How much will she give him? [/i] At what happened the undead halted and moved his hands to his own eyes, scrubbing them. Were his companions instead of after adventures giving them? Had he misunderstood something again?

He would have asked, but Lindir seemed too busy to answer his questions. So Haiaen added these new queries to his list of, at the moment, two hundred and eighty four and went to explore the rest of this crowded red dwarf. He passed near a few tables and when he was going to put his money grabbing skills to use, Bam protested about puppets stealing his job or something. He would have ignored the outburst, but he saw too strong a familiarity in the reactions of some of the people seated near the gnome to those that had waved torches and pitchforks against him. He went after BamGardo, reaching the bar when the barkeep gave his answer.

[hider2= if Bam loses his bet]

After what happened, Haiaen wondered if gnomes in fact spoke with their eyes, if they didn’t know how to speak. He tried to get any meaning out of Zimnis eyes, but from the words spoken around he only understood there were free drinks to each of them. [i] Maybe it’s something only they can do? [/i]He looked at the door Bam had just left and picked the drink that was his.”Does he even know this place? Hey, you forgot yours.” He rushed to the exit, while balancing the contents of the mug.

He thought of leaving the building, but abstained from stepping away from the entrance. If the fog outside had been thick before, now that was darker it somehow was thicker too. So much, that with his senses he was [(almost) unable to see the tower he knew was near]{probably depends on perception check}.”You forgot your ale.” The undead said, expecting some kind of response. If none happened he would look around and, after making sure nobody was in listening range, answerin sequence, while alternating his tone of voice slightly.”[i]Thank you comrade, but you can have it. [/i]” “But it’s yours, I couldn’t have it.” “[i] No, no, I insist [/i].” “Alright.” 

After the exchange he would drink the ale and reenter the place. He had no idea what the point of doing this was, but it was worth two gold.

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He fended off the drunks from his ale, even if he had no idea why it was his. He picked it, and mimicked what the people seated were doing with theirs. Barring the texture of the liquid he felt it was equal to any other liquid he had imbibed before. As the last dropped passed by his throat, he raised a brow and looked inside the empty mug. 

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