[h2]Sworn Souls Inn[/h2]

"Ahh," Sev sighed in contentment as he finished the meal, little in the world was as good as a full belly and good drink, "wait, bloodlust?"

Sev paused to sniff a couple times, looking around the room in mild confusion. His staff stood upright next to where he sat as though it was stuck in the floor despite the lack of anything supporting it, a fun magical trick he'd learned early on, with the wide brimmed, and sweat soaked, hat Sev had worn outside hanging from the top as though the mage's staff were a hat rack. Across the room a rather pleasingly attractive woman had been speaking to someone about dancing, based on what Sev had noticed, several other patrons were retiring to their rooms or enjoying their drinks. But bloodlust? Sev didn't smell anything like that, but that might have been because of the amount of sand that had been blown in his face.

The Sylve jumped in his seat as the innkeeper dropped a massive axe on the table, talking about being an old warrior.

"If you need someone to assist you in combat," Sev said as he realized the axe wasn't directed at him, "I'm more than willing to help out, as I mentioned earlier. I'm a mage of some skill and can hold my own in a melee."