The wyvern quickly stormed the place, striking at any wraiths it could see as the beast was ruthless about its strikes from talon, clubbed tail, spines and even its razor-sharp wings. It's rampage only truly ending once the wraiths disappeared, its head turning this way and that, scanning the tavern for anymore of the ethereal beings before letting out one last bellow that turned into scrapping metal. With that bellow the black cloud formed around the beast, the sound of bones snapping could only be heard from it as Vendril slowly steps out. The man dusting off his outfit, grumbling to himself about this and that about ethereals before quickly moving to grab his hat. Slipping it on and looking around, seeming confused as he grabs his cane next. Where did his bag go? His eyes flickering here and there, silent to avoid attention for the time being before noticing the burned pack along with his things. He stood there looking over the remains, then reaching towards the ash and seeing if anything survived before pulling out a pad looking device as he sighs in relief. "[color=goldenrod]And here I thought I was gonna have to skin someone for destroying this at least. Sad to see all the rest of my things aren't so lucky..[/color]" He'd utter to himself before rolling his eyes and moving to sit at a nearby table, fingers against his forehead as he tries to relax.