[center][h1]Bobby and Andri[/h1][/center]

Now that had been fast. That was the second time he had got somebody's attention and lost it seconds later again due to another event. If this aura of distraction would surround him in action as well, his job would be a child's play. However the fact that this tavern more and more remembered him of that sickbay he had seen during his time in the military did start to diminish Andri's hunger. The oversized man deferred the meal and gobbled the last bits of alcohol in his mug.

Bobby came back to the bar, "Sorry bout that Sonny. Emergency." reffuring to Mat. He poured Andri another drink and said, "One of the Digard boys got caught in a cave in with another hunter. While the other one had a few scratches, He took most of it." He ran his hand through his beard. "He'll be fine though...The Digards are tougher than anyone here. " 

Andri made an appreciating gesture towards Bobby as he had just replenished his supply of alcohol. "Judging by what they look like, I think that this is true." He took another gulp. "My knowledge of this region is sparse. Actually, I don't even have a contract at the moment."


Bobby looked at Andri and said, "Well ye came to the right place. We have the board over there. " He motioned to the mark board filled with fliers of jobs that needed to be done and continued. "I would stay a while though and mingle... I have a feeling a big hunt is coming. I'm sure they could use a man....of yer stature." 

He leaned on the bar with his left elbow. "Ill also set you up with a hunter here, who knows the area. I'm a wee bit busy to be showing ye around. If you need anything else, supplies, info what ever, come here. The rest of the shops over charge on all their items."

Andri laughed a bit, then continued with his very deep voice: "Don't overestimate me. I'm probably half a yard taller then the average man and if it comes to weight... well... one may imagine that. But I'm a rookie in this business and basically everyone I've met so far wasn't able to guess how I prefer getting things done." A slight grin in his face indicated that he offered Bobby to find out right now. "Thanks for that precise information. Then I'll wait for this big event to come." He emptied the mug again, and this time it was him who got both it refilled and Bobby a beer, too.

Bobby took the mug and offered a mock toast before drinking.

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[center][h1]Flint, Elizabeth, Emiliah, Mat, Yuri[/h1][/center]

[center][h1]Morning After[/h1][/center]


Flint groaned as he shifted in the cot he was sleeping in the back room. He could hear the sounds of birds outside as the sun began to rise. He took a deep breath and winched as his sore muscles in his back cried in pain. He reached back and felt his back....the fact alone that he was able to move his arm behind his back. As he felt his ribs back into place...yet his breathing was fine as well. 

He then felt a hot wet tounge over his face, causing him to pulled back and wave his arms to stop Mishka from drowing him in her saliva. "Mishka...I'm awake. IM AWAKE." 

It was early in the morning, and Elizabeth had 'gone to bed' a few hours ago. She had taken a bottle of gin to her room, but instead of drinking it she had sat up staring at it. By then she had been five glasses in, but now that she had rested, the usual effects were starting to wear off. With a head full of mist, she got up, fixed her hair, and started going downstairs. 

At the last few steps, she looked around and found herself looking at the back room. She had to go in, it was calling for her. She crept forward, and opened the door just enough so she could slink in. She had been expecting to see Flint, but she hadn't been expecting to see him awake and lively. "Flint!" she gasped, taking him in.

Flint pinned Mishka's head to the as she continued to try and lick him when he heard a suprised version of his name. He looked up to see Liz at the door. He was lost for words at the moment...what was she doing in his room? Wait this wasn't his room. Bits of yesterday flooded to his memory.... the beating he took. and the fact that he was lying there...not dying. He narrowed his eyes...slightly confused...which was semi truthful. "Liz... What are...You doing in my room?"

"So the back room is yours now? Did Mishka move into your other one?" Elizabeth smirked, although she was surprised by how normal and healthy he looked, she didn't want to show it. She walked up to him and reached out to pet Mishka. "May I?" She asked, fidgeting with her hand as she held it in the air above the wolf. "How do you feel Flint?"

He blinked a few times and slowly looked around as if realizing for the first time this was his room. "Uh....." She then came forward asking to pet Mishka, he nodded as he slowly and painfully sat up. His groaning loud at first, but more and more softly as his body slowly became upright. His head began to swim as he held his head. "Like..." he trailed off. "I was trampled over by a few hundred horses." He unpinned Mishka's head as he looked to Liz

Elizabeth smiled at him, and ran her fingers through Mishka’s rough fur. She liked animals, but she could never imagine taking care of one. “She has a beautiful coat.” She acknowledged, giving Mishka a scratch behind the head. 
Elizabeth didn't believe what he had said about his condition. He looked so much better, and if he hadn't had some sort of outside help, he wouldn't have been awake at all. “I’m sorry I barged in, but I wanted to check on you. I thought you would be unconscious. As creepy as that sounds.” 

Mishka turned towards Elizabeth and pushed her head into Elizabeth’s hands. Enjoying the scratches. When she mentioned she thought he would be unconscious. Well… he can’t really recover that….he could drop and act dead. . He doubt it would work though. He grunted as he looked to her. “Yeah….well… My brothers and I tend to be a little….stronger than most guys. You can thank my father for that and...his training.” He held his head again and continued. “That does...sound creepy….but it's better seeing your face, right now than having slobber all over my face only.” He wiped his face to rid the last of it. 

Elizabeth giggled, and pulled up a stool so she could sit down next to him. “I saw you come in last night, it was mortifying. I stayed up for a little while afterwards, but Sophie said I couldn't come in.” the words rushed out of her mouth before she could prevent them, the effects of what she had been drinking earlier were still strong enough to lower her usual filter. “I was arguing with Emiliah, and we got kicked out. That's fine though, I figured out a way to see you. Even though it wasn't conventional.” She continued scratching Mishka as she thought of what to say next. “So, what happened, what do you remember?”

Flint looked at her as she quickly told him about what happened last night, He looked at her with confused eyes… He didn’t remember any of this. The last thing he remembered was holding Emiliah close to his body in the river. He shook his head softly, “I….remember the cave in… and us escaping into the river… But nothing much more than that.” He didn’t want to talk about more what happened earlier with the witch and that… He then said, “ I don’t remember much more….Quite boring actually. How bout you? How did your day go?” He said with a smile, “You went out with Emiliano right?”

Elizabeth nodded along as he explained what he remembered about yesterday. She kept a small smile on her face until he mentioned Emiliano. “Oh, yeah. I went out with Emiliano yesterday.” She said, her face pained as she remembered scrubbing down her body to feel clean again. “It was boring…
nothing to tell.” She sighed, and rubbed her temples. “I'm sorry, I must sound so depressing. I got drunk, that's why.” 

Flint raised an eyebrow at her expression. When he brought up Emiliano. She tried to say it was boring and that she got drunk. He thought for a moment before he reached out and touched her shoulder. “Just drinking doesn’t sound like that is the real-”

Emiliah had been gone most of the morning, she yesterday had been far more exhausting than she thought it was going to be, so it was almost mid morning before she drug herself out of bed. After that, she went to her blacksmith brother to pick up a bow to Flint. Finally, she got to the tavern, Bobby was busy and therefore, couldn’t stop her from going into the backroom.  She knocked once before entering, not wanting to be caught and slipped inside the room. “Hey Flint I-,” she paused, looking at Elizabeth, eyes narrowing. “Oh...sorry, I didn’t realize that you were...entertaining….” The bow still hanging loosely in her hand. 

Elizabeth was almost happy that Emiliah showed up and stopped Flint from asking questions. But then she sighed, because it was Emiliah, and she really wasn't ready to start an argument. “Hello there, he's not entertaining anyone. I just came to check on him, and he was awake.” She scooted over in her stool, so Emiliah could see Flint. She wasn't going to leave, but she didn't want to be rude either. 

Flint looked up at Emiliah as she walked into the room as well. His hand dropped from Elizabeth’s shoulder. He instantly felt the tension in the air as they looked at each other. He quickly spoke up. “Emiliah!” He stood up slowly...groaning as he did, halfway before falling back into his bed. “You are alright? Good.” She looked fine, He knew  Liz had just told him she was arguing with her...but seeing that she was not really hurt made him relax still. He then looked over to Elizabeth and said, “Two women in my room? It seems too good to be true.” He said with a chuckle, trying to diffuse the situation.

Emiliah raised her eyebrow at his comment with a face that just said ‘no’, before walking deeper in the room. His observation was correct, other than a few superficial cuts and bruises and feeling sore, she was fine, well...better than him anyway. “I was just coming over to check on you and to bring you this,” she said, holding up the bow. “It isn’t as good as your last one, but it’ll hold you over until you can get a better one. If you like, you can go to my brother Eric, the blacksmith, tell him what you want,” She then gave him a sly smile. “I think I even talked him into giving you the family discount,” 

Elizabeth glanced between them as they discussed his new bow. They were both very comfortable with each other, and it made Elizabeth flinch when they shared smiles. She figured it was good for the both of them, after all, having friends was tough in the business. She wondered what secrets they had shared in that cave, and what everyone else knew that they wouldn't tell her. She sighed, and played with her hair. “Je devrais vous laisser seuls tous les deux , je vais faire en sorte de vérifier sur vous chaque fois que je peux. Pour l'instant je vais me enterre dans ce gin . Au revoir pour le moment Flint.”  With another sigh, she picked herself up, gave Mishka a pat on the head, and exited the room. 


Flint looked up to her as she left, He raised a hand to say she didn’t have to go. But it was too late. He dropped his hand. He then looked to Emiliah and smiled. “Thanks Emiliah. He took the Bow from her hand. Feeling the weight and balance of the bow. He stuck out his lower lip. Impressed with the bow, “Thanks for the offer, Ill look into it.” He said as he placed the bow against the wall. He actually prefered to create his own bow...but having another bow in the meantime was great. “I…Don’t know how I got here.” 

“She didn’t have to go,” said Emiliah, after Liz was out of the room. “I don’t plan on staying a horribly long time,” All the same, she took to sitting in the seat she just left. “What do you mean you don’t know how you got here? Like, you don’t remember the cave? The river? What?” 

Flint looked at Emiliah as she sat down. He sratched the back of his head, “As In the last thing I remember being thrown into the water and wrapping my arms around while trying to breath.” He looked at her and asked, “ How much did I miss??” He looked at her in the eyes. He sighed and held his head as he looked down.

“Well, not much then,” she said slowly, trying to recall the blurred events yourself. “We fell into the...well, I pushed us in the water and...by some miracle we didn’t hit a rock or get sucked into an underwater cave pocket. And then…” She found herself struggling a little more. “And then we got sucked out into the river and I pulled us to shore

He looked at her, “And then what?” He asked, feeling as though she was hiding something. He laid back onto his bed as his head began grow fuzzy as well. 

“And then… I kiss-” She froze as the memory came rushing back in full force. “I mean...then Fenros showed up and put you and me on a horse and ….then we came  here,” 

Flint jerked his head back at Emiliah said she kiss...but then his head began to swim and she misheard….”Wait wait wait….you kissed Fenros? When he showed up?” He fell backwards as his head was growing dark at all his movement. Grunting as he hit the bed. The sudden jerk in his body caused a wave of pain to overload him as he passed out.

Emiliah set Flints new bow next to his bed, then stood to leave, not wanting to hang around the 
unconscious hunter.  She started to stand, intending to go and get more lavander before the day got too hot. 

Mat went through a dreamless sleep after being knocked out the last night.  He awoke with his eyes looking up at the ceiling.  Before long he realized that his spear wasn't at his side, in fact none of his weapons were.  Mat quickly sat up before realizing that he was in a cot and as soon as he bent over the cot went careening to the side.  Mat fell to the ground with a loud BANG as he hit the wooden ground.

Emiliah jump as she [i]felt[/i] the ground move. She turned about to see  that the other occupant of the room had finally awaken. And had found his way to the floor in record time.  "Ah, I see the cut hasn't killed you yet, that's good," she took a few steps closer to him, offering her hand out to help him up. 

Upon seeing Emiliah Mat suddenly remembered where he was.  [i]Right, Bobby's tavern,[/i] he thought.  Mat took Emiliah's hand to get up and looked around the place.  "Yeah, good thing you found me or else I'll probably still bleeding.  Probably not dead yet but pretty close," he replied.

"I disagree, if I hadn't found you, you'd most certainly would be dead, I distinctly remember you trying very hard to die right outside the tavern and that was last night."  The man had a faint bruise on his face from Fenros' make shift anesthetic. "Are you sure you are ready to be standing up?" 

Mat put his hands in front of him to try and steady himself.  "Yeah sure I'm fine, just gotta hit the ground running you know?  There's witches to murder and stuff, can't be lying in my bed," he said, but then immediately made the error of stepping with his damaged leg which made him fall back against the cot.  Mat laid at an angle in a cot looking over at Emiliah.  "OK, maybe not 100% OK but I'm doing pretty well."

"Yeah, that's what I though," said Emiliah, watching Mat sink back onto the cot.  She leaned against the wall, watching the man sort himself out. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you are out of the hunt for AT LEAST the whole day. But don't worry, I'll be sure to come back and tell you about the the grand things that you missed,"  Her voice has a light teasing air about it. "But, I am happy that you are getting better," she said. "And while I do know you name, I can say that I don't think you properly introduced yourself last night," 

Mat rolled his eyes at the news of having to sit and heal for a day, but he knew she was right.  At the mention of introducing himself Mat gave a small laugh and looked at the floor.  "Proper introduction?  Right.  I'm Mat, I murder witches and other things that most people don't even know exist, and I like using my spear to kill them."  Mat was never really one to open up much, he disliked doing it.  "Speaking of which, where is my spear?  Dammit is it still back in that alley?"

"Emiliah," she said pointing to herself. "I also like using my spear to kill things, like witches and other nasties,"  Emiliah then pursed her lips, thinking the mystery of the wayward spear over. "Well, the spear didn't come in with you, that is for sure," she said. "And, to be honest, in a hunter town, your spear has probably already found itself in someone elses arsenal," She shift her weight slightly. "And...unless you are willing to track you spear down and pay to get it back....I don't think speary will [i]be[/i] coming back," Then thinking that was too harsh, she quickly added. "But, I mean, since you can't go out and look for it, I'll keep my eyes peeled, if you'd like,"  

Mat sighed and looked up at the ceiling.  "Ugh, of course it's gone.  Well if you feel like being nice that'd be great if you could find it when you go out on your amazing adventure today.  If you gotta buy it back I'll pay for it.  It's the spearhead I mostly care about," he explained, looking back Emiliah.

"Seeing how I have no idea what it looks like, sure, I'll buy back your spear," she said, fighting a slight urge to roll her eyes. "All I know is that it wasn't near you when I found you. Does it have anything that will make it distinct, so that I know that I am buying [i]your[/i] spear and not a spear?" 

Mat thought for a bit, looking down on the ground.  "You know what?  I think I'll just find it myself if I WHOA."  Mat had tried to stand back up but lost his balance fairly quickly and he ended back on the cot.  "Well shit," he muttered, then looked back at Emiliah.  "Look it's a damn spear and it can kill stuff.  If you find one I'll pay for it, I don't even care whose it was."  It was a lie, he cared quite a lot about it but he wasn't going to go into that.

Emiliah raised her eyebrow at the man who seemed to think that, despite not having been able to stand a moment ago, he would get a different result this time. "Well, somebody is grumpy today,"  she said. "But, if it means that much to you, I'll try to see if I  can find it. Do you want me to send Sophie back here with food?" She asked. 

Yuri grumbled slightly to himself as he glanced down at his most recent purchase. there was no way that the bundle of wolfsbane cost that much, but he was in no mood to have been argueing the price. Still, he had bought it and now sat in the near empy bar, nearly empty coin purse on one side of him, bag or of the herb on the other. Sighing he put both away and cast a look around. He had been waiting for a small while for any indication of a contract, or just odd job. But it seemed that the early morning was not prime hours for busness of any kind. Eventually, recalling the events of last night, his inquisitive side got the best of him and the hunter stood and begain poking around the bar, looking for any sign of the wounded. His poking eventually brought him to the back room where he heared muffled voices, which only further drew his intrest. Poking his head into the area where the noise was coming from, he saw both one of the wounded and a female hunter. Slowly he tried to back out, in case he was interrupting yet another conversation, but grimiced as one of his heels caught the door frame.  

"If you could that'd be great," Mat was saying to Emiliah as he Yuri walked in.  Mat wouldn't have even noticed until the other hunter hit the door frame with his foot.  Glancing over Mat gave a mock salute.  "This another one Emiliah?  Never seen this many hunters together before," he commented.

"There are over fifty hunders who leave here full time and more than I care to count that wander through this town. Perhapes you haven't noticed because of that recluses nature of yours, but this is a hunter's...well, a lot of hunters come here," She then turned to the person who had tripped his way into the make shift clinic. "Are you looking for something?" she asked, she had no idea who this man was, nor any idea about why he might be back here. 

"Ah... just...wanted to see if those brought in were better than they were." Yuri responded, his tongue feeling slightly dry as he was put off balance by the questions. He coughed slightly into his hand as he shifted his weight around on his feet, "Sorry if I interupted."


Flint started to snore in his cot, still in an awkward position, from where he fell backwards a few minutes before while talking to Emiliah, He muttered in between breaths incoherant things....but one of them was something about biscuts and gravy....his arm, in an awkward position as well, propped up against his side, twitched a few times as the others spoke. 

Mat was still gawking over the amount of hunters Emiliah said there were.  [i]More than 50?!  Hell I don't even think I've known that many but that much for one town?[/i]  He hadn't really paid too much attention when he came to the town, it was mostly because the witch had tried to flee here so Mat had pursued her.  Hearing the other hunter speak Mat looked over at him.  "I'm doing just wonderful, except I get bloody walk anywhere right now.  Then again I'm still alive and didn't bleed out so that's always good," he summarized.  Hearing something from the other cot Mat looked over at one hunter that was sleeping.  "Who's that one?"  He asked the other two.

"Honestly?" Yuri looked the other wounded hunter up and down, "No idea, I think he came in before you last night." Yuri leaned on the door frame, relaxing somewhat as he spoke. "So whats your name?" His attention turning back to Mat. 

"Mat," replied the wounded hunter.  "Yours?"

"Yuri. Pleasure to meet you Mat." Yuri looked over his should at the still empty bar "So ya want a drink for the pain, it might not help the standing bit, but that might not be too bad."

Mat shook his head.  "Nah you're not gonna want me drunk, or even drinking a little," he said, then grinned.  "Trust me Yuri you're going to regret saying it was a pleasure to meet me."

"Well, not usually at the same time," she admited, of the 50 who  'lived' here, only about 30 where even in town at the same time. "But, that is because this is sort of a hunters town, I think people like being around their own kind,"  Emiliah then glanced over at the sleeping Flint, a small pang of guilt twisted her stomach. "Oh, that is just Flint, he ended up there because he is too heroic for his own good and really bad at caving,"  She then waited for the two men to finish introducing themselves, thinking it was time she left.