Snow fall gently to the ground, and on the frozen ground. Everything looked frozen, the roofs of house's were coated with ice and snow, any plant in the city was frozen with ice and weighed down. Candles shined in the windows, and the streets were empty, only guards patrolled the streets. Though there was a lone figure walking swiftly through the streets, and usually avoiding guards, afraid to get caught.

You would be able to tell that the figure who walked was a woman, who looked young. She wore no hood, so her face was clear to see in the night. Her hair had grown quite long, it went half-way down her back, mostly because she never bothered to cut it, and that was because she had avoided most fights, so she had no reason to cut her hair, and so it was in a ponytail. The hair was black and green, which many would think strange, and it was the same as the eyes, that were also black and green, though hair and eyes looked blacker then usual.

Soon, Savarkael saw where she was heading. Song of Elves Tavern. A great place, though she was never really welcomed here, since a long time ago she had destroyed it, while escaping with her friend Shain. She had last met him in the ruins, and it was raining, she had gotten very angry there, but she has an anger problem, so it's not unusual for her. When she reached the door, she slipped in. The smell of wine and ale greeting her as she entered. Many people were sitting among tables with mugs in front of them, drinking and talking, some laughed some got angry, and some were lonely.

She saw a empty table that was around the middle of the tavern, so she walked over to it and sat down. She glanced over and saw the bartender, it was a different one from when she had destroyed this place, so he had no idea who she was, and that made her smirk. When a waiter came by, she ordered what she always orders, red wine. The waiter left then soon came back with her drink, and Sava paid him. When the waiter left she took a sip of her drink, her thoughts turning to Fios. Why most I always think about him?! He left me, because he was afraid of me! But still he has corrupted my mind! She thought angrily trying to ignore all thoughts of Fios. All she wanted was not to think about that moon elf who was scared of her, and now for some reason, she never had a liking to moon elves.

Shain walked alone with Whyverin through the cold streats with no real destination. His cowl was pulled over his face, now a pale cream color instead of it's old gray. His hair, silver now, flowed out the front of the hood and down his chest. Two sad blue eyes looked at the ground miserabley, all emotin bare in them. From time to time, the umbra would look at her master and whimmper in sympathy, but Shain didn't notice.

Not less than three weeks ago, he had litteraly been tor in two. His drow side had developed into a seperate personality, and through the powers of Lolth, had been given all of his skill and most of his magic. He was without income now, and had no fighting skills what-so-ever. He was devistated by this, and did not know what to do.

Shain decided to look up in his depression at this moment, and found himself at the doorway of the Song of Elves. Considering his attitude towards the world at the moment, getting drunk and drowning his sorrows away seemed like the propper approach. He pushed open the door, let Whyverin in, then followed.

The bar was it's ussual self. Drunks parading around, tables illed with men and women. All of them, actualy. Except one. Shain didn't take the time to see who it was, or even what it was. For all he cared, it could have been an orc cheiftan. Shain walked to it and spoke to it's inhabitant.

"Do you mind if i sit with you?"

had been staring into her cup of wine when Shain came up and asked to sit, and when she looked up she groaned. Not a moon elf! She thought. She looked down and noticed the umbra, and she stared at it. Do I know that cat? She wondered, while curling a loose strand of hair around her finger. After a bit she looked up at the elf again. He slightly reminded her of someone, maybe Fios, after all Fios was a moon elf.

"Fine. But so you should know I'm not very fond of moon elves." She said, slightly angry taking a drink of her wine. then she went back to staring in it for a bit. Just what I need, a moon elf in my presence... Just my luck... she thought glancing at the umbra again, then she shook her head, no, it isn't, there are many like that one, but she didn't really care she hated any type of cats.

"You sure don't seem to be in good spirit." She said to the man, refusing to look at him, he reminded her to much of Fios, even if Fios had black hair and not silver. While she stared into the red wine she just saw what she had looked like at an academy, when she was hanging out with Fios and his sister, and all the other students. She was young, and careless, but she had wanted to return to her dragon form then.

If that moon elf Fios wasn't there when I changed back I wouldn't hate him, and he wouldn't hate me, Sava thought.

"Fine. But so you should know I'm not very fond of moon elves." Shain smirked without any real amusment. "You needn't worry about me. I will be gone with the rest of the drunks in but a moment." Sitting, he motioned to a tavern maid and ordered his regular red elven wine a s he always did. She gave him an odd look which he did not see, then proceded to procure his order.

Shain glanced a Whyverin for a moment, only to see her staring at the woman he was sitting across from. He frowned for a moment, for thoguh Whyverin was an animal, she did have a deal more intteligence than normal beasts. He could see interest in her eyes, but decided that it was nothing to concern himself with.

The lady mentioned his sad state as his wine reached the table. "How observent of you. No, I am not in good spirit. Rather the opposite." Shain took a large drink of his wine, feeling the alcohol rush down his throat. Wine was more pottent than ale, so he should be drunk faster this way.

"When a goddess decided that you should be split in two, it does not ussualy put you in the best of moods." He shook his head and took another swallow. Why was a telling a complete stranger this? Possibley he felt like being drunk before it actualy happened.

Sava watched as the moon elf ordered his drink and then listened as he answered her. And she didn't seemed surprised when a goddess was mention. That was why she chose not to follow any form of god or goddess, not even if it was a dragon god, she would not follow, she would refuse, over and over again if she had too, but no god has ever tried making her follow them.

Sava looked at the moon elf, and smirked slightly. "And do you think getting drunk will solve any of your problems?" She asked sipping her wine. No matter how hard she would try, she could not get drunk, why? She has no idea, it just seems impossible for her too. She leaned back in her chair, still looking at Shain.

After a little while there was a buzzing sound of tiny wings fluttering around, and soon Blackquill, Sava's fly dragon. Blackquill flyed around her head, the went around Shain's then Whyverin's, before rested on the table, curled up. Blackquill, you annoying little bug! Sava sent it telepathic over to the fly dragon. Blah, blah, blah! Do I care! the fly dragon shot back.

"Sorry about that, my fly dragon can be very annoying at times." She said in an angered tone, and she stared at the fly dragon.

Shain set down the empty glass and motioned for more wine. His head was now buzzing slightly with the beggings of drunkeness, but he wanted mroe than that. he wanted to be raving mad drunk, bar fight drunk. Anything to take his mind off what had happened to him.

"No, it won't solve my problems, but I'll feel a bit better for a moment." he said, responding to the woman's question. "At least for the moment." The wine arrived, and Shain grabbed it and downed it without taking a breath. the wine poured into his stamchj, and the sudden onslaught of alcohol sent his head spinning. Shaking it to clear his thoguhts a bit, he smiled as his hood fell off.

Shain frowned at the sound of a faint buzzing noise. He sent his now fuzzy gave around to spot a small dragon flittering around his head. "Whassa?" he slurred. Whyverin was looking at the little creature in interest. She snapped at it before it settled down on the table.

"Aw, shtop it Whyvvvvvvvvvv." he muttered. "Ye shtupid cat." Whyverin looked at him and growled in diassaproval. She didn't like seeing her master like this especially in front of someone he knew and cared about. Fool, friend here. Shain looked at Whyv for a moment. "Eh?"

"And then after that moment you will be miserable again, and then I bet you would get drunk once more, then back to miserable. Maybe you shouldn't get drunk and face your problems then fix it, or deal with what you have now, besides wine." Sava said, fiddling once more with a strand of hair. She scanned his face, it was slightly like Shain's just it was a moon elf. This moon elf reminded her of two people, Shain, one of her best friends, and then Fios, the moon she hates more then anything now.

Whyv? Do I know that cat? I know that I can't know this moon elf, but the cat... belongs to Shain, but the moon elf is not Shain, he is drow and moon elf, but not full elf... did he fall in battle and his cat found a new owner? She thought, now looking at Whyverin. She was quite confused, but she knew if she tried figuring it out, she get angry, so she looked back up at the moon elf, confusion in her eyes.

"Do you know Shain? The umbra... I remember belonged to Shain..." She said thinking once more. Why isn't the umbra with Shain now? She asked her self, glancing down at the fly dragon, but Quill didn't say anything, since she had no idea who Shain was.

"And then after that moment you will be miserable again, and then I bet you would get drunk once more, then back to miserable. Maybe you shouldn't get drunk and face your problems then fix it, or deal with what you have now, besides wine." Shain looked at the woman through now fuzzy eyes and frowned. "Aw, don't shpoil my fun, misssssy. I knoi what I'mmmmmmmm doin'." As if he realy did. He was slurring his words every two seconds, and could barely think strait. Four empty cups were now in front of him, and the fifth had just arrived. Quickly, he grabbed it and began to chug it down like the others. He didn't notice it was now ale. The bartender didn't like people using his wine to get drunk, so he had told the maid to bring him ale now. It was much less expensive. It latased all the same to Shain now anyway.

Shain blinked as The lady mentioned Whyv, then his name. He didn't know anyone here. Who knew him. Was it Shorin. No, he was male. Or was he. Yes he was. Becuase of Shain's desire to get drunk, his mind was openign more to the alcohol than normal, and his thoughts were become muddled a little faster than normal. He was still in possention of the power to speak, and his did so, but with mush slurring and misspronunciation. "Wha' bou' Why'. Shee... she done some'n. Dumb, shtupid animal." Shain kacked out at her, but she was far enough away to avoid it. She gave a a reproachful look that had underlying tones of disgust. Shain didn't notice.

"Yeah. I'm Shai'. Who wanssss ta know?" Shain gave The woman a suspicious look. "You workin' fer Shorin? Tha bastard."

"Oh yes I can see that." Sava mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes, so hated people who got drunk and who called her missy or miss, it annoyed her. Pathetic moon elves, she thought then she looked at the elf again, when he answered her questions. Then he kicked out at Whyverin, she was going to say something but when he said he was Shain, her eyes widened. She hadn't expected that one. He couldn't be Shain, he was supposed to be part drow also, not all the way moon elf, it confused her. Who wants to know? He has asked. Shorin... that's familiar, where did I hear that name before?... She thought to herself.

"Um... I want to know, Sava... So I don't work for Shorin... not for anyone, only myself." She said still a bit shocked that this was Shain, she still didn't believe him, maybe it's a different Shain, but it couldn't, he has the umbra named Whyverin, she wondered about it, and it just got her more confused. "So... Your Shain? How can that be, your a moon elf." She said, though once the word 'moon elf' left her mouth there was disgust in her voice, she hated moon elves.

This can't be, he is not Shain, he can't be, Shain is part moon elf and part drow, not full moon elf, right? She thought to herself more, so confused by this, and she knows that Shain won't give straight answers, no one does when there drunk.

Shain was buisy downing his cheap ale now, and hardly listening to anything. His ears were now buzzing slightly in a steady rythm. To Shain, it sound beautifal. Then Sava's words cut through the strange music in his own head. "Sava?" The words were clear and smooth, and for a moment, SHain was almost soberlike. But the moment passed, and he was once more a drunken idiot. "Shava, how are ya." he slurred at her. "Been while, ain't it. Heh, I 'member when I metcha. Wrecked the whol flammin' bar, ya did." He winked at her, or treid to. It came out as his right eye having a twitchy fit. "Ya feel like doin' it again, eh?" Shain laughed as if what he had said was hillarious. Slapping his leg, he downed the rest of the ale and motioned for two more, this time one for Sava. He realy had no reason, other than he knew the woman and she was at his table. Mabye she would get drunk and join him. They could wreck the tavern again.

Wiht cheap liqiour still running down his cheaks, he cocked his head at Sava's question. 'Yeah, I'm Shain. Betcha didn' know I cou' party like this, eh?" He smirked at her, then frowned suddenly. Moon elf? He was moon elf? He looked at his hands, rotating them so that he could see the full extent of their color. they were a pale creamy color with a silver tint to them. "Sho I am." The n his face became a storm. "Damned drow!" he yelled. It didn't seem that anyone else in the tavern noticed this outburst. "Took my drow wiff 'im!" Shain leaned in close to Sava like he was going to tell her a secret. "You's gots watch ou' for the dorw. Shorin. He got me."

Shain returned to a normal sitting position so quickly his chair rocked back for a moment, and slapped the table as the two ales arrived. He pushed one over to Sava, then began to drink his other new friend.

"I'm fine..." She answered his first question, then she listened once more as he spoke. Drunk, and slurring over words, I sure didn't expect to see him like this, she thought downing the last of her wine, then she set it on the table, away from her. She listened as he talked about how she destroyed the tavern long ago it seemed, she always remembered it, every time she stepped through this tavern's door the memory's flooded in her head, reminding her, and she wondered, was it bad or good that she had done that. Since she had, she became wanted, for many people saw who she was, they all fear her now, even some now, gave her weird looks, even if she had longer hair, and a bit different. She sighed and looked down at the table then she shook her head. "I don't want to do it again."

She had said that plainly, nothing was in her voice then. She looked up at Shain once he spoke again. Drunken idiot, she thought. She respected Shain, but in this state, she doesn't think she could. He's a moon elf because of a drow? strange... no wonder his moon elf, but I don't get it, she thought confused. Then he leaned in and told her to watch out for the drow, and she tensed up a bit. She has never met a drow, except Shain who was supposed to be drow. Shorin, now I remember, in the ruins...

She looked down at the ale that was now in front of her, and she made a disgusted face, but she took a sip of it anyway, in deep thought, she hardly felt the liquid go down her throat. "Who is Shorin?" She asked looking down in the ale.

Shain was happily drowning himself in ale when he heard Sava's question. He hadn't been paying any real attention to her not wanting to wreck the place again. It had already been forgotten. He had only been concerned with his drink, and that concern was getting a once nice shirt filthy with alcohol. That single question rang out loud and clear to him through the din of the bar. He sputtered and coughed on the last drops of ale, dropping his tankard to the table. He had come here trying to forget that, and now she had to bring it up. She knew exactyl who he was. Or did she? Shain's memory wasn't working correctly at the moment, so he was utterly silent, staring off into space with a blank look on his face. After a couple of seconds, he was brought back into the real world by unkown forces, began to talk to Sava again.

"You 'member Shorin don'ya? Drow guy?" Shain pointed rather clumsily at his arm. He could have been indicating anyting from the florr to invisible bugs flying around his head, but his goal was to show her the change in his skin color. "He's reashon I'ot grays no mores."

Sava sat there listening more and more, taking everything in, and she thought it over and over again. Shorin is drow then, he took Shain's drow side, and that left him as a moon elf, but how can that help, I remember in the ruins Shorin appeared, in Shain's body then, but it was another personality,, now I get, I just don't know how Shorin got out of he's body, she thought staring in her ale that Shain had got. Her thoughts seemed to swim around in her head, making her more and more confused, she wanted to ask Shain more questions, but she realized he wants to forget them, why else would he want to get drunk, everyone gets drunk when they wish to forget something, even if they will always remember what happened.

"Yes, I remember Shorin." She said quietly, then she turned to the umbra, and stared at the cat. "Do you know where Shorin is?" Sava asked the umbra. She didn't quite get it why she asked the umbra, but she just guessed because Shain was drunk, and he wouldn't know, but she heard umbra's were smart, so she decided to ask the cat. Maybe she could help Shain, but she didn't know how, she wanted to help a friend, but where would she start?

Shain smiled idiodically when Sava indicated that she indeed remembered Shorin. the thought was soon out of his head as he resumed chugging ale. He did not notice Sava asking Whyverin where Shorin was. Ran, gone, was sent to Sava telepathically. Whyverin looked her in the eyes as she did this. She cared deaply for Shain, adn didn't not approve of him waisting himself like this.

At this moment, Shain decided that he would sart a brawl. he had never been in an actual drunken brawl before, though he had faught in bars. This time though, it would be different. He was to start it. He did so as the perfect candidate walked by. Another drunk attendent was wobbling to his table as Shain stuck a leg out to trip him. Of course, since done by a drunk, it was blatenly obvious, but since it was also directed to a drunk, it went unoticed. The man fell forward onto anothers table, and shouts began to rise.

"Shtupid m'ron!" Shain shouted at him. "Trip o' you own time" He lept to his feet as several others did and began pushing and shoving. He did not see who swung the first blow, but he felt it. It hit his gut, knocking the little wind he had left out. He gasped as he swung wildly, smiling as he felt fist connect with flesh.

Sava also stared back at Whyverin, and listened to what was sent to her, then she sent it to her fly dragon who was staring at Shain oddly. Shorin must be a wimp, though I wouldn't know, never met a drow... I wonder what there like, she thought to herself, glancing at Shain, and noticed him trip someone else who was drunk. Many things could happen, but she sees plenty of it. she listened to the shouts that went through the tavern now, and she was quickly to her feet, her hand quickly went to her scimitar. She gripped it tightly, and she looked around. There was some people bringing out there weapons, but most were too drunk and dropped their weapons.

Blackquill looked startled at the turn of events and she flew high in the air but decided better of it, and flew straight into Sava's bag that was on the floor next to her chair. Try not to kill anyone... don't want any death on my hands, it's the last thing that I'll need, she thought, and she let go of her seethed scimitar, and she turned and picked up her bag before someone took it or hit it around. She slipped through the crowd almost on noticed to the stairway that led to rooms, then she set her bag down, in a corner putting a chair in front of it.

When she was done there, and when she stood up a man was pushed into her and she fell down, the man on top of her. "Damn drunks!" Sava shouted angrily pushing the unconscious man off her and leaping to her feet, and flinging her scimitar out, holding it in a firm grip. Another drunk man stumbled towards her, and tried to punch her but missed terribly, and she grabbed hold of the man flinging him down to the ground, since there was no point in killing a weak drunk.

Shain's fists flew in a meddly of horribly amed punches at staggering, drunken men. Most of them hit by shear dumb luck. Shain was now enjoying himself very much, though, and was yelling along with all the rest of the drunks. The bartender was astounded, and was trying to break the tusle up, but having a very rough time doing so. His three strong men were also in the fray, thowing people, literaly, towards the door. The bar maids were in a combined effort to drag unconcious flying men out of the bar. Whyverni had already left, and was now waiting outside for Shain to be thrown and drug. This, however would be a while, for the elf was doing rather well in the braul.

A stupid grin plastered on his face, Shain punched and kicked wildly. The advantage he had was that he was still much quicker while drunk than these men were when they were sober. Since they were drunk, he was a large advantage. Wildly placed attacks struck quickly, and after a while, the continuous barage of them brought other drunks down.

Shain heard Sava yell something be hind him. he didn't hear what it was, but in his wonderous mood, he decided to yell back. "Sh'fun, ain' it?" he roared over the crowd.

"Oh yes... Great, wonderful fun!" Sava said angrily punching a drunk man who wobbled towards her but fell down once her punch landed on him. She stood there, eyes furious. She took a deep breath, then seethed her weapon. She looked quickly to the door, and noticed that Whyverin had left. Stupid cat can leave easily, and I can't... have to help Shain... though, he was the idoit who started it... she thought, and looked over at Shain, looking stupid with being drunk. Stupid elves, well mostly depression, she thought more, stepping back, staying away from the brawl, trying to figure a few things out.

Have to get to the door, with, or without Shain, she thought, glancing once more at the door. She thought and thought more, standing in a shadow, so no one could see her, after all, she is training to be a shadow dancer, which is very good, at times when she needs it. She went back to her bag, still in the shadows, and she slipped it on. She then started moving towards the door, though she was out of the shadows. She avoided most attacks that were at her, but some she didn't see and she got punched in the gut, and she gasped, as her breath was knocked out of her, but she quickly recovered, and punched the man in the face.

She was near the door when a dagger was thrown from a man, in furs, like a plainsmen. The dagger went through the air and stabbed Sava in the right shoulder. She tumbled to the ground. The pain was sudden and she was not expecting an attack like that, but you would think she would know, for, she was always attacked like that. The man came over and took hold of the dagger and twisted it. while it was still in her shoulder. She let out a cry of pain, and went to the ground, and her bag fell off, for the strap was snapped once the dagger got her. Soon the dagger was pulled out of her, but the pain was still sharp. The man stood up, and pulled out a long two handed sword, and lifted it, but before he could bring it down, Sava turned around on her back, and pulled out her lightning blade, and said a word of magic, and there was a loud crackle and then a very loud boom, and lightning came from the blade, and the man who was standing over her was thrown back to the other end of the room, and looked like he just got shocked by lightning, and he just had been. Many had fallen when the man was thrown back, and many also looked towards her, as she scrambled to her feet, and stood there, holding her lightning blade, and she breathed hard, as blood sipped from her shoulder.

Shain did not notice Sava again until she threw the man across the room with her sword. He was very much involved in beating the crap out of every last one of the other drunks surrounding him. He was still doing a good job of it, but now he seemed to be the common enemy, and many of them were ganging up on him. this didn't mean much, since noe of them, including Shain, could aim properly. They contiued to hit everyone else around them. the only problem it posed was that now some swings from those a little less drubnk were aimed at him, and he was tiring. One hit landed in his gut, and the little air he was bothering to push through his lungs at the moment left him. He would have been pummled then if it wasn't for Sava's disturbance.

To anyone that had not been paying attention to her, and that was everyone, she suddenly appeared in a gap of people, blood running down her shoulder and staring down a man who had just flown across the rooom. Shain and the rest of the drunks were stupifeid for a moent, then Shain stumbled across the room. "Yu hur." he mutered. "You's kay?" We needa get ou'ere." With that little speach, he treid to put a hand on her arm and pull her out. His mind was now a little more sober thanks to her, and he realized that he had done something to upset her. what it was, he had no clue.

Sava was sick of this. She was sick of hurting people, sick of killing, sick of everything. She tightened her grip on the handle of her hilt, and anger sipped into her eyes, but she held most of it back. She quickly seethed her weapon and put a hand to where her wound was. When she pulled it back, blood was on her hand. She clenched her hand into a fist, and she closed her eyes. More blood has been spilled... Where have the golden ages gone? Why does blood always have to be spilled? She asked herself. Her eyes snapped open when she heard Shain's voice, then felt him trying to grab her to leave. "I... I'll be fine..." She mumbled, looking at the blood on her hand again, then she knelt down and wiped the blood off on her pants, then she picked up her bag, then she stepped back, and then stood there for a moment before turning around, and walking towards the door.

Sava turned her head to make sure Shain was following, then she looked at the rest of the people, some were stil fighting, others, seemed a little dazed, but she didn't care, she just wanted to get out of there, and treat her wound. She felt different. But she couldn't explain it. When she stepped outside, feeling the cold air on her. She sighed, and smiled slightly, but it was quickly gone when a sharp pain went through her. "Crap... stupid wounds." She mumbled, her hand feeling her wound again. She whispered a word of magic, and the wound slightly healed, but not too much, it basically just stopped the bleeding.

Sahin followed Sava in the likeness that an ashamed dog would. His head was down, his eyes staring at the ground. He knew, in the back of an alcohol muddled mind, that all this was his falt. He had done something to somehow cuase the hurt of Sava. He had a whole in the pit of his stomach, thouhg he did not know the exact reason. He did know that somehow he had been a fool in front of her. He began to mumble under his breath, forming appologies.

When Shain heard a growl, he looked up out of his stupor. He had followed Sava completely out of the bar and was now standing in the street. Whyverin was sitting on the side, staring disapprovingly at him and concerned at Sava's shoulder in turn. Shain himself walked around to take a look at what held the animal's attention. It was a wound, but not too deap by the looks of it. Shain couldn't stop the words from coming when he saw the wound. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

She stared at Whyverin for a moment, then dropped her bag to the ground. She took in a deep breath, letting the cool air run through her lungs. When she heard Shain speak, she turned around, and looked at him, her eyes dull. "There is no need to say sorry, Shain." She said in a very calm voice. She reached over with one hand and felt the wound. It wasn't to bad, the dagger only got a little way in her skin.

"It wasn't your fault or anything... I'm just, getting tired of killing people, to me, I think I wouldn't, but..." She said, and let out a small laugh. "I guess I'm loosing my touch in that section." She said, smiling a bit weakly, but she wasn't really in pain, though her shoulder did hurt, but she ignored most of the pain. "Sorry if I took you from having fun." She said simply, even though, she couldn't see what the fun is about it, being drunk and fighting, maybe it was because she has never been really drunk, except once, when she, and Fios, and some other friends went to a tavern, they all got drunk, and then also started a fight, but it stopped like in a hour, then they stumbled off, towards the fighting academy.

Shain listened to Sava with all the attention he could muster. It wasn't much, but it was enough to know that he had been forgiven in a way. He hoped his actions hadn't hurt her emotionaly. He still didn't know what they were though. In a still drunken slur, he opened his mouth and spoke again. "Shooo...whas we doin now? Whas you wonnn do?" He realy hoped she would answer. The small, still sober part in the back of his mind was telling him that he needed to find something to do to wear off the rest of th aclohol, and that trying to fight it off wouldn't be a good idea.

Whyverin snorted at him, and his attention turned to her again. Foolish. That was all she sent him, and he could see dissapointment in her eyes much like that in the eyes of Sava. "Shory Whyv," he mumbled to her too. No doubt she deserved it, since she was the one who caught most of his idiodicy now.

Sava yawned, covering her mouth with her hand, and she slightly closed her eyes. She lowered her hand then, it hovered ever so slightly over one of her daggers, but then she just clenched her fist. She looked up and down the street, she felt a strange presence, it almost seemed like she felt it before. Silently she took a couple steps forward, and looked around a bit more. When there was a loud thud behind her, she sharply turned on her heel, and saw what made the sound. A waitress had just thrown a drunk out. Sava wrinkled her nose with disgust, but she was soon herself again. She looked over at Shain, as if the answer was obvious, but then she smiled, a cheerful, friendly smile.

"I'm hoping to find a place to rest, summoning the spell through the sword made me slightly tired, since it was my first time doing so... I say it worked well, but, I'm a bit sad I had to kill someone." She said, her voice a little dull. She looked around, and heard the clanking noise of armor and swords. Probably guards, to restore order at the tavern, she thought smiling a little.

"I'd like to get out of here before those guards come, I'm not wanting to sleep in a dungeon anytime soon..." She said, starting to move forward, away from the clinking noise.