[color=fff200]Yes sir![/color]

[color=8882be][i]Eros ran off down the street, surprisingly refreshed after his mid-ride nap. That was a skill he'd learned as a boy, and now found himself sleep riding rather often, if he was with others he trusted. It sure didn't do anything for his arse though, his legs screaming in agony at him as he ran. Eros merely grimaced and pushed on, discomfort was tolerable, failure was not. He reached the healer's combined shop and home and barged through the front door calling her name. A weary groan came from the ceiling, and Eros dashed to the back an up the narrow stairs. He bounced off the door, eliciting a yelp of surprise from inside and a shout to wait a moment, as he tumbled back down the stairs. Thankfully, he'd left his weapons on his horse, or he might have broken a few things, himself included. Rising slowly, Eros shook his head and climbed the stairs again ad began pounding on the door, and yelling for her to hurry up.[/i][/color]

[color=fff200]Kinge! What are you doing in bed at this time of day? Never mind that, you're needed at the Prancing Pony to treat the wounded, especially an elven lady whose lost a lot of blood already. Get your things and lets go! What's taking so long?[/color]

[color=8882be][i]I listen as Kinge mutters to herself and shuffles around in her room. Finally she opens the door, and Eros scoops her up in his arms and dashes down the stairs and out the door, sprinting back towards the inn. Kinge squealed as she was lifted off the ground, but latches on with surprisingly strong hands. She grumbles about rough handling, but doesn't mind to much, knowing that time has never been her friend and that she'd never moved this quickly, even in her prime, some twenty years ago. Eros rushed through the Inn's front door, the nearest entrance, bowling a patron over and earning a scowl from a busy Butterbur. He ignored both and skidded to a stop in front of the open door, and deposited old Kinge gently on her own two feet again, before stepping back and closing the door, as he went to deal with the angry patron and Butterbur. A few apologies and coins later, the matter was suitable settled, and Eros moved to sit in front of the door, exhausted once more, this time with a pint of ale to help him relax.[/i][/color]