Quint was lazily staring around the bar when he saw a man drop to the floor grasping at his chest. He jumped to his feet, hoping he could at least try and help the poor bastard before his heart exploded. The fae made it over to the fellow, who seeemed to be in bad shape, thrashing on the floor violently. At this point, the drinking competition had been forgotten and all eyes were on the ailing man and the fae who stood over him.

The tall eerie looking fae prepared to help the only way he knew how. His eyes seemed to roll back into his head as he dipped his hand towards the man on the floor. Quint's hand disappeared into the man's chest as if he were submerging it in water. He wrapped his long, thin fingers around the man's heart as he thrashed in horror on the floor... only to find it beating normally!