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[right][code]The Waystone Inn
Outfit: Damp
Interactions: Ransom [@Atrophy], everyone outside kinda
Lunar Phase: Half Moon [Day 5 of 29][/code][/right][hr]
Eilrethiel wasn’t quite nosey enough to follow outside to the fight, but he had shuffled his chair closer to the door to try to look outside. With a table blocking him from getting it much further, he was literally on the edge of his seat. This didn’t change even as the Tabaxi stormed back in. [i]Oh, the drama![/i]

It was so dramatic that even the building started shaking. Wait, the building was shaking. Why the fuck was the building shaking?!

Already practically off it, Eilrethiel tumbled off his seat. His side hit the floor, bashing the gills hidden underneath his clothes and winding him. He started to wheeze, wriggling slightly, awfully similar to a fish flopping around out of water. As everyone around him panicked, he did his best to avoid being trampled on.

Still struggling to breath, he managed to scramble to his feet and towards the door. He was single minded in his goal. [i]Water[/i]. Eil dived right into the handy pile of snow right beside the door, scooping up handfuls and pressing them against his neck gills. 

[i]Oh sweet, sweet frozen water.[/i]

It didn’t offer complete relief, but his breathing evened out into something more manageable as he smothered both sets of gills in snow. Without the panic that he might drown on land, Eil was able to actually observe his surroundings. 

[i]Oh sweet Sashelas.[/i]

The whole city had been torn apart and the Arcane Tower had awoken. Eil stared at it in awe for a moment. How did it work? He itched to know, feeling the magical energy in the air like static. Maybe he could draw on it… No, it was completely different to his own. The moon was enough for him. [i]Still[/i], he had to-

“Ya tryin’ ta git fresh wit me too, blue skin?! Y’all wan’ Ol’ Petey, ya bastards, I gut ya!”

[color=plum]“Hey, big guy! I hope those aren’t just show muscles. Help me pull them out.”[/color]

Two overlapping shouts dragged Eil out of his excited thoughts by two jarringly different shouts. He hadn’t noticed the [i]incredibly rude[/i] gnome in the snow next to him, and quickly pulled himself to his feet and away before he [i]got stabbed[/i]. But the other he recognised as being [i]hot blond one[/i]. He didn’t have muscles, but he could help!

Or not, because the actually muscular guy went over to help. But that was no problem. 

[color=4967d5]”If you need to dig anyone else out of the snow, I can help!”[/color] Eilrethiel called over to Ransom with a wave, making a scooping motion. His slightly webbed hands were notably ungloved even in the cold weather. After all, it was difficult to get gloves that fit someone with webbing up to the first joint. Not that this kind of cold bothered him much. He was thankful for his cloak, but the cold dampness where he shoved snow on himself wasn’t any worse than how cold it got in the ocean. [color=4967d5]”These hands are made for scooping.”[/color]

He looked around for any other hands sticking out of the snow, eyes wide as he caught sight of more people in danger. His gaze moved to the night sky briefly. A perfect half moon… Well that wasn’t ideal. This couldn’t have happened in a few days, when he at least had a shield spell, or last week when he had feather fall?! What could he do? He couldn’t go grab people, he’d run out of breath and die himself. 

He had to do [i]something[/i]. 

He shoved a hand into one of the pouches on his belt, before throwing it up into the air. The brightly coloured coral powder fizzled away as a dazzling rainbow of lights shot fifteen feet up into the air. He took in a deep breath, shouting as best as he could. [color=4967d5]”It’s safe over here! Follow the light!”[/color]