[color=bc8dbf][b]"Stranger. It's no excuse now, but I thought it was a healing potion.  I saw the siren drink it and heal her wounds. My only thought at the time was to save Busker's life.  Now, who knows what horrible fate I have cursed my best and only friend with. So, maybe instead of pointing fingers, you can be useful and help me think if there is a possible cure for this affliction. Can your addled brain handle that hm?"[/b][/color]

Oh, the little man had the gall to get snippy with Dirion. When it was the man that had poisoned poor Busker, not Dirion. Addled brain eh? Dirion would love to addle that little Dwarfs brain right about now. Dirion clutched his hands into fists and contemplated the benefits of toppling the man. He doubted he would be able to do much to harm him, what with the height advantage.

But no, instead Dirion just spoke through a tight frown, [color=teal]"Very well."[/color]

The dwarf then spoke to Wink but Dirion did not bother to listen. Though he saw the man sitting at the bar his attention instead was taken up by the scene before him. He had turned around to look at the damage and- well it was bad.

The fire in the hearth was roaring, and it had managed to light some of the surrounding debris alight also. No matter how hard he looked Dirion could not find one intact piece of Busker's cheep splintery furniture. All around were spilled tankards, pouring out watery ale all over the cracked floor. There was even one shattered bottle a few feet away from the bar that was leaking a pink liquid. Wine? Dirion hadn't known Busker to serve it.

There was a hole in the wall. An actual [i]hole[/i] in the wall. Through it he could see the rays of the moon shining through, and Dirion questioned how long he had been in the bar. It had been light when he came in. The rest of the the building that wasn't riddled with holes was shaking far more than it should.

He saw what used to be Fate, at least he was pretty sure that was Fate. Last he had seen her she was a deformed, hairy, howling monster that was about to cave his head in with some hammers. It would probably make sense that she was a werewolf. She was gagging and snarling at the moment. Whatever it took to keep her distracted. Dirion hoped that she would calm down soon.

And then his eyes landed on something nearly indescribable. It was more than likely magic, most things of said indescribably were usually magic. It was a large form, a violet aura. Dirion just now realized that all the air seemed to be drawn to it. Smoke from the fire had also started to swirl around the form. He breathed, and felt it was slightly harder to do so than it should be. Faintly he thought he could see some sort of human body within it.

Now that Dirion was paying attention to his senses he suddenly smelt, well, everything. The smell of rotting flesh, of wet fur, of bile and spilled ale, smoke from the fire. All being nicely circulated by the shifting of air from the aura. 

Then came the song. A strong beat accompanied by a foreign language Dirion had never learned. Startled and unsure if he was hearing the chant of some dark magic his eyes moved at twice the speed to scan the crumbling bar. A corpse, another corpse, a corpse with it's head cut off, a corpse with a lute- wait. It was the bard. The [i]real[/i] bard. And he was playing? At a time like this! 

All of this? How? A few hours ago Dirion had walked into this bar and everything was fine. Now people were dying or dead, the entire building was falling around their ears, [i]a girl's father was dead...[/i] And as far as Dirion could tell it may be his fault. It was just a knife! How does a knife turn into a bar fight of this proportion?! Dirion felt like he may throw up.

He leaned on the bar and rested his head in his hands. The strumming of the bard, the rumbling of the building, the crackling of the fire eating up Wink's possessions, Fate snarling and growling to herself. It overwhelmed Dirion. He felt a fiery anger light in his chest. He grabbed the edge of the bar and tried to exert his anger into the cheap wood. But after a few seconds of trying Dirion gave up and jerked his hands back. He looked out unto the rest of the tavern and yelled at anyone that would listen, [color=teal]"Quiet!"[/color]

[color=teal]"Someone put out that fire and help get the injured out of here! This place is going to fall on us, [i]and we are going to die!![/i][/color]

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