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[color=1BC617]Time: 7 pm, Soller
Location: Outside The Nest
Interactions: Nabarra [@nasty], Yuka [@princess], Aiko [@CitrusArms]
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 117 amas[/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]As the tavern filled with hostile energy and violent mutterings, the strange calming sensation, the same he’d noticed earlier in the day after Yuka had made her speech atop a roof, again took root. Aiko seemed its likely source, but this was not magic he’d think to associate with a creature as mischievous as a fox. There wasn’t much time to think on it, but thankfully it helped to soothe much of the room. Not all though, as a dark-haired demihuman shattered a bottle and wielded it like a weapon. The demihuman followed them up the stairs, his words laced in venom and drunken eyes clouded with hatred. The other man spoke in threats of violence, and Yuka was quick to come to their defense. 

Orias briefly wondered if that was how Nabarra had seen him earlier in the day. When his own words had been tainted with hate and he had been willing to wield a sword as easily as the other man had a broken bottle. This was an unexpected place to be caught in; to want to keep a dark elf safe from harm, to see one as his ally, and to still understand the demihuman’s rage for he had felt the same this very morning. It was not a view that would help him in a war, to have the line between ally and enemy become muddled. To think of dark elves even a little less like enemies and more simply as just other elves, would make everything more difficult. His mind was full of questions and doubts but Orias was left with little time to dwell on it. Only the strong desire, that he did not want to be seen in the same light as the demihuman with a head clouded only by hate swinging wildly at anything that looked like an enemy, stuck with him. He had to be better than that. 

They carried Nabarra inside and laid her down inside the room. He let out a slight chuckle as Yuka described herself as a [i]heartbreaker[/i], they were all briefly safe and it was nice to release some of the tension. He could only hope the lioness’s attack was enough to deter anyone else from trying to attack. Otherwise, they were all stuck upstairs in a room with one of their party seemingly unconscious. Not a great situation to be in, but he was lucky he was not alone, and these new allies had stuck by them even after discovering Nabarra’s identity. Perhaps Solaris had begun to look favorably upon him, to be blessed with new companions such as these two, for only hours ago Orias knew that he would not have acted as honorably as these two had and aid an injured dark elf.

[color=1BC617]“Thank you, I owe you both.”[/color] He said with a nod of his head. His eyes scanned around the room, before turning back to Aiko. 

[color=1BC617]“Do you have any healing potions? Or anything to counteract poison? I can reimburse you for them, whatever your price.”[/color] He asked. Healing was not something he had much training in and so potions or hope there was a fairy around tended to be his go-to answers for most wounds.[/color]