"[color=ed145b]Yes, I'm fine... I just... I feel like there was a voice that screamed... No that's not the word for it... I needed to sit down for a second. I'm sorry, just give me a moment to recover. Thank you.[/color]" She said as she tried to steady herself in the chair and took the flask.

Allara was still dazed. She'd come to her senses enough to realize that everyone in the inn had also heard that voice, but she must have heard it a dozen times louder. She felt like a physical blow to her temple had been connected, like that time one of her marks got rough with her. What in the Hells was that?

Trying to focus, she clung to the paper and the canteen as if they would stop the ringing in her head. She focused on one word at a time. Reading had always been a favorite hobby of hers, and she was scrambling for something familiar to bring her back into lucidity. It was a job for hunting. A hunter's guild was recruiting more people to keep up with the growing demand for fresh meat, as well as to keep the animal populations in check. Bears and wolves were getting more aggressive due to remote villages expanding too quickly into their hunting territory as well as an influx of prey animals.

After reading the whole thing faster than most people would have taken to read the first few lines, she started breathing more normally and raised the canteen to her lips. She froze, realizing she had no idea if this man had drugged the liquid inside. She'd fallen for that trick before, and was not about to do so again. 

Instead of taking a sip, she sniffed the bottle and couldn't tell if anything had been added, so she handed the canteen back to the man who had offered it. "[color=ed145b]Forgive me, but I've been taken in by someone I thought was trustworthy before, and you know what they say about those once bitten. I'll get myself a drink, instead. I'm sure you understand, Sir... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?[/color]"