Clay was just about to chuckle proudly to himself until Fenna began to fall.
He knew the drink would make her dizzy and a bit ill but he wasn't expecting her to completely pass out. Darting around the bar he comes to kneel at her side. He checked for a heart beat and breath as his worried face expressed his guilt. Unsure what to do he looks up to the nearest patron, [@Draconis] [b]"Give me a hand getting her to a room."[/b] he quickly ask, lacking any manners in his rush as he begins to pick up the drunk Fenna. [@Timelord1101] [b]"Alex, could you grab a bucket, towel and some water?"[/b] Clay tries to think ahead as to what Fenna will need. What she really needs is to get up that poisoned alcohol.
Clay began to worry that he had gone to far, or used the wrong ointment.
Maybe it had gone bad. Why did he even care if he killed a hunter though? His head was racing with thoughts. He decided that one of the early things he would do is remove the huntress's weapons just in case.