"HELP! Brigand! Help me!" The voice came from a boy, not older than a young man. Leaf quickly turned towards the sound with a sigh and attempted to stay out of whatever trouble was brewing. He was out of the count for another battle and he still needed to get over the fact that he had taken the lives of four people that night. [i]‘Just ignore it, and go into the tavern. Just ignore it, just ignore it…’[/i] Leaf repeated the same words over and over again as he moved closer towards the Jolly Hippogriff. People seemed to go in and out of the establishment frequently and it seemed to be a place where the squirrel could pause and catch his breath. 

Slipping through the doorway, Leaf took another breath and paused for a moment as he leaned against the wall. [i]‘Almost there…just buy some water and find a seat…’[/i] They’d surely not let him stay around if he didn’t buy anything. In the tavern, all manner of people were having a jolly old time. There were half orcs, humans, halflings and other people from the countless walks of life. Perhaps even Leaf could fit in here without having a bunch of eyes landing on him in confusion. “One water, please…” Leaf tried to get the attention of the bartender and got up on his toes as he placed a coin on the counter. Money was money, no matter who paid and sure as it was, Leaf got a glass of water which he grabbed and hurried over to a table, finally able to sit down after the hectic night. 

Part of him wanted to faint but a glass of water would do nicely. He couldn’t care less if the glass was clean or not as he downed the liquid, despite the pain in his stomach grumbling against the addition of water to his empty tummy. Moments passed and the squirrel hugged himself to keep calm, his eyes clenching shut. Soon it would all be over. A new day would come and he’d feel much better. The pain would go away, the sun would be up and those good for nothing bandits would come across the punishment which had struck their allies. While shock still somewhat roamed in Leaf’s mind, he couldn’t say that he regret doing what he did. They deserved what they got and it was for the good of others. How many other people would have died if the squirrel didn’t engage in combat with them? Even just one would have been too many. [i]‘You made the right choice, Leaf…’[/i] The young creature tried to console himself.