[Center] [Color=6699cc][h2]Ghiar[/h2][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI28ff5rZvc&t=166s]♎ ♎ ♎[/url] [/center] [Indent] [color=808080] Once his wounds were not leaking the dark liquid seemed to stabilize under the make-shift bandages that he had. Ghiar decided to slowly stand up and see how his body felt moving around. It was sore. The gash in his chest was probably not going to heal for a decent amount of time unless someone who had healing magic came across his path. Other than that, he decided to go back to work after cleaning up the mess from the table. Making sure there was nothing left or any stay spots of blood before heading back into the kitchen. In the back of the tavern, he decided to get to everyone's orders. The small group of men that ordered before the event with the wraiths happened. Getting their meals done fairly quickly, Ghiar took them out and served the food to them, "[Color=6699cc]Sorry about that wait.[/color]" The men were all very understanding of the current event. Told Ghiar not to worry about it and thanked him. Ghiar went around to other tables, seeing if anyone else needed anything. Whispering to himself, "[Color=6699cc]What an interesting first day...[/color]" he chuckled to himself while taking caution with his wounds. [/color] [/indent]