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Tic nodded along to sans pretending to pay attention, his mind was simply somewhere else. The small pixie let out a yelp and sat up straight when the clutches of magic slowly warped around him, it felt warm? While he was glad for the warmth spreading through him direct contact with magic was a little odd to say the least. Whoever was responsible clearly had no malicious intent or the grip would have started to squeeze. A warm cloth was placed on his shoulders, Tic was beginning to think he'd need another drink. 

[color=716cb1]"Thanks"[/color] he simply offered Ayeka before downing the rest of his drink and scurrying over to the bar. The dwarf of the bar looked like a dwarf aught to, a rich ginger beard well groomed and expertly braided. Tic couldn't help but be a little impressed at the speed and care we handled the assortments of alcohols behind the bars, most bartenders with hands that large tended to be far more heavy handed then this one. [color=716cb1]"One Dwarf Toss"[/color] he muttered this place was gonna get weirder soon and Tic did not want to be sober for it.