Arthur sat as quiet as possible, drinking the warm beverage with small sips and tried not to let a sigh of relief or pleasure escape him. Lest another tuba horn resound from his throat.
That was hardly the issue now though, as he glanced at the playful spirits above some of the patrons. They danced and whispered in their own way, but always disappeared before someone could notice. Elusive little bastards, I'll give em that.
Arthur sensed cold more that he could feel it, his perception was getting scary when he caught the gleam of ice near the bathroom. More weird stuff for the pile.
It was only a moment later it seemed when the meeps returned in force, tinkling softly as they crowded well above the door when a man entered with multiple wounds.
It was like an instant reaction when he saw the blood, his face went pale and he reached out to help but couldn't. A meep pushed him ever so lightly back but might as well have been steel. Arthur refused to not try and help but remembered the trick from earlier! He focused on the man and whispered something in a flutey voiced sound that released the desired effect, a caretakers shrine formed for a moment in the air before it disappeared on the injured man. With a little luck he might just live. Arthur tried to bring the shrine back but there powers escaped him.