[center][h3][i][color=f26522]Bobby[/color] [color=0072bc]Flint[/color] [color=00aeef]Sophie[/color][/i][/h3][/center]


Flint groan stopped halfway when his eyes went wide as he realized where he was laying on. His face turning red as a tomato. But before he could say something he was pulled off by some man and laid down on the cold hard floor of the tavern. He looked to the woman who’s lap he was just on and with a wide eyed  and hands up as he quickly said [color=0054a6]“I’m soooo sorry.” [/color]

He looked up to Draco who said he shouldn’t attempt that without offering a drink or dinner before doing that. It was clear he was joking about it but he still shook his head as he swore he didn’t mean to do that….as much as he did enjoy the few brief moments on her lap. 

He was pulled abruptly from that thought when another guy in a mask crouched down next to him, pulling to the side away from the guy as he suddenly appeared at his side. He gave a confused look, almost forgetting he said Windigo’s a few moments before. 

He nodded slowly, as it clicked again. He pushed himself into a sitting position slowly. A wave of nausea swept over him but he simply rested his hand on his face and crouched over with his head down slightly. Probably would have been better to stay laying down. 

A moment went by before he collected himself to speak, but the man who pulled him off started to speak once again. Answering a question to someone close by. He took the moment to allow his head to stop spinning. 

Bobby decided to pipe in with a growl.[color=f26522]Alright ya idjits shut up and let Flint speak. [/color] He wanted to hear the answer to Draco’s question. Was there more than one? It was unheard of. Even if there were two, they would kill each other to secure its foodsource. The fact Flint got caught off guard and caused him to run was enough to make him worry. 

He glanced over to the kitchen as he noticed Sophie, his wife pop out with a drink in her hand. Making her way over to them. He smiled at her as she was already one step ahead of him. Like always. 

Flint looked up to Bobby as he started to speak.[color=0054a6] “Yeah, i said more than one windigo’s.”[/color] Trying to answer both draco and Sanjin at the same time. [color=0054a6]”Three of them.”[/color]

Bobby shook his head, [color=f26522] “You must be confused son, there never is more than one. “[/color]

[color=0054a6] I’m not confused, It's why I barely made it out of there….”[/color] He sighed as Sophie, Bobby’s wife, knelt down next to him offering him a drink. [color=00aeef]”Here you go dearie...drink this, you will feel better.”[/color]

Flint took it without hesitation, Sophie was one who always seemed to have a concoction to make any ailment feel better. Flint knew this and trusted her completely. He drank the entire cup in a few gulps. Coughing afterwards as he wasn’t expecting the nasty after taste of herbs and spices that did not go together. He looked to Sophie who just took the cup with a sly smile. [color=00aeef]I didn't say it would [i]taste[/i] good.[/color] before going back to her kitchen. 

[color=f26522]Alright alright...[/color] looking around the room Bobby then said, [color=f26522]"Who's ready to go huntin for some windigos?'[/color]