Seems like most of the people in this particular tavern were sad people who were trying to get drunk or dark, mysterious, dangerous mercenaries who were trying to scare a bartender into giving them a job. A weird bunch, Aelitha would have thought, but at the moment, she was too engrossed in her personal problems to really care. Her mug of cider was already empty even though she felt like another drink, but the girl restrained herself. She wanted to drink more of that non-alcoholic beverage, but ultimately, her pouch was shrinking from taking care of that freeloader. [b]“Really,”[/b] she muttered to herself,[b] “this investment better be worth it, or I'm seriously going to just strip him naked and pawn off his clothes before auctioning him off at some brothel or something.”[/b]

Not that she would actually do that, or even had the connections to, but it was fun to get angry and talk about pointless things that would never happen. Sighing and trying to lick off the last drop of cider in the bottom of the mug, the troubadour was just about to when a new arrival of the inn came him, a rich looking fellow who immediately took a seat beside the mysterious, dark, tall mercenary and offered him a job. Not even a job that involved bloodshed! Even though he was obviously a bloodthirsty person!

Slamming down the mug and standing up suddenly, the barstool pushed a few feet away by her spontaneous motion, Aelitha was just about to offer herself up for the job, before a commotion upstairs. Something along the lines of a young man suddenly yelling and asking for where he was, and where his tomes were. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, before running up the rotten wood stairs, stomping in her hurry. With heroic effort, the girl slide on the wooden boards towards the doorway of her room, shot a 'Don't expect any cheap heals from me in the future' towards the bitch slut thief that decided it was alright to break into her room, before grabbing her Mend Staff off the wall. Whatever had happened here, he was now trying to get up, panicking and ripping off his bandages. Wait no, not his bandages. They were HER bandages, that she paid with HER money, which were still good for at least another DAYS worth of use if it wasn't for her uncooperative patient getting all antsy and shit.

Swearing under her breath about how everything seems to be going to shit nowadays, Aelitha took in a deep breath before she knelt down by the bed. [b]“I'll assume you know each other. If so, all this extra service is going onto your tab, burglar-girl.”[/b]

She placed one hand down on the man's chest and firmly applied pressure to his solar plexus, making sure he didn't do something as utterly retarded and rash as attempt to get upright after all his injuries. Then, the girl spoke, as calmly as she could, [b]“You're at an inn right now, after experiencing a fall that broke your spine, your left arm, and three of your ribs, as well as fractured your skull and punctured your organs god-knows how many times. Luckily, I was nearby and managed to do enough healing that you survived your fall, and so far, I've been caring for you for the past few days. Your tomes are in my bag, but I have no idea where your loot is.”[/b]

Or, more specifically, if she knew where that man's loot was, she wouldn't be suffering from financial problems so badly. And she was probably grossly exaggerating the extent of his injuries, but eh, it wasn't like anyone else was there to prove her wrong. All they knew was that she was an exceptional healer, and Aelitha was totally fine with that super positive assessment of herself.

[b]“So, seeing how you're finally conscious, mind telling me what's happened, Sleeping Beauty?”[/b]

As she spoke, Aelitha used her Mend Staff, reknitting any wounds that may have been opened during that sudden exchange, a pale green light wrapping around the mage. Though that too was just for show, mainly. He didn't try walking yet, after all.