[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Yellow Rose Temple
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Yomdi, Keystone
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	Sana looked less than convinced that this man wasn't about to kill her or make matters worse but at this rate she knew she really didn't have many other options. Well, other than giving up her bard skills. They were something she had fought against for so long but now that she had them and she was one of the few last of the Rawn Clan, she didn't want to give them up now if she could help it. As Keystone rested her in the center of the room she looked over to him and mumbled in a gravel like voice. [color=82ca9d]"He kills me, I'm haunting yer ass..."[/color]

	"Ick, stop, bad voice. Dirty wind. Like friends Kraken!" Yomdi exclaimed as he motioned over wildly to Keystone. "Yes, Yes, Yomdi hear. Big talk in town, ride on wind. Nasty winds it was. Could be deadly if done right, or wrong. Dirty winds. Peeeeyu!" he added with a laugh as he hopped around the room. Each motion and word coming from his mouth caused the look of concern to grown on Sana's voice. 

	"Now, just hold still, no worries. Yomdi fix you right up Yomdi will." He seemed very excited. "Only small chance it go bad but Yomdi got this," he said as he began. Sana was about to say something but a wind picked up around her and took what "dirty" breath she had and stilled it. 

	Yomdi was moving in what looked like some premeditated movements but one couldn't be sure. He was all over the place. (Think Yoda in a fight, on crack, laced with red bull) - Had to give the man props, he was agile for a man that could have been anywhere from between sixty and two-hundred. He was evidently much taller than he appeared to people most of the time as well. Usually appearing very hunched over and causing him to appear with his robes to be a mere five foot and five inches. Yet as he moved, it was clear he was well over six feet in true stature. 

	Sana would have noticed this but she appeared to be suffocating as she couldn't release her breath or draw her in as a whirl wind picked up around the room and swirled about her. This didn't stop the old man as he continued, each movement building the winds in the chamber to a blistering speed causing dust to kick up, clothing and hair to ruffle, skin to feel pulled. It was like being caught up in the straight winds of a hurricane and Sana was caught in the eye but things were anything but calm. As the winds reached their apex, Yomdi thrust his hands forward and every swirl of wind hit Sana and sent her flying like a rag doll across the room. 

	He smiled! Like actually smiled brightly as he laughed and hopped around. The winds going to a calm clean breeze. "Breath the fresh air!"

	Sana didn't move.

	"Yomdi say breath the fresh air!" he said still laughing but the laughter was dying down. 

	Sana still didn't move. 

	"I SAID," picking Sana up by the scruff of her outfit, her body hanging blue and limp. SMACK! right square on her back and Sana gasped, taking the first breath she had in what felt like forever. "Breath the fresh air!"

	Coughing he let her go, Sana dropping to her knees and gasping for air, taking it in as if she had just come up after being held underwater for far too long. [color=82ca9d]"You idiot! You could have killed me!"[/color] Sana said between gasps but her voice was clear as a bell. She stopped, still chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath fully now and looking at the old man shocked. 

	"Told ya, Yomdi fix you up right as wind!"