Black leather boots beat against the wooden floorboards of the tavern in a steady rhythm as Jagster made his way inside, the heavy wooden door slamming behind him as the wind blew outside pulling it to. Metal buckles upon his boots making a soft clanking sound with each step he took further inside. Dark blue eyes gazed around the dull lantern lit room, eyes gleaming in the dense light that loamed around the huge smoke filled tavern. Jag’s hard stare trailing from person to person, top lip twitching slightly as he peered at the many occupied tables, gradually making his way towards a shadowed unoccupied table in the corner of the room, pulling out a chair he slumped himself down. Sharp pearly canines gleamed as his lips curled into a sinister smile, stretching out his legs, lifting them up he placed them upon the chair at the opposite end of his table. Stretching out his arms, joints clicking in several places loudly Jag lent back in his chair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Lifting his right hand to the back of his head slowly running his fingers through his dirty light blonde hair, head jerked slightly as he heard footsteps coming in his direction over the drunken bantering of the locals within the tavern. Dark sapphire eyes glanced upwards to see a slim and slender woman standing at one side of him. Raising a brow towards her, still lent back in his chair, feet still remained resting stretched out on the opposite side of the table, Jagster just stared at the woman for the moment till suddenly her feminine voice rang within his sensitive ears. ”What you want Jag?” was all she said, looking to him with her darkened eyes. Peering towards the bar for the moment Jag gave a mocking pout, slowly bringing his eyes back to her slim form he merely smirked, lips parted and his smooth masculine voice sounded, ”I’ll ‘ave the usual Shaa'ra.. You should know that..” he grinned to her cheekily.. Bringing both of his hands behind his head he watched as Shaa’ra just rolled her eyes at him and turned on her heel towards the bar.

Eyes closing slowly, JB exhaled smoothly and began to listen to the many conversations that were darting around the room. Right eye opened some as he looked around with it, giving his head a small shake he let out a soft chuckle in amusement as he listened to old men go on with their drunken talk. Bringing his hands down placing them slowly into his black scraggy trouser pockets, Jag’s attention was suddenly caught by Shaa’ra returning with his usual drink of a double ale. A grin sprawling its way across his lips as he watched her place it down in front of him with a loud bang, he gave her a nod of his head and a cheeky wink, chuckling as he watched Shaa’ra just roll her eyes at him and leave to attend to her other punters. Sitting up gradually, taking his feet off from the chair opposite him, JB pulled his double ale closer towards him. Rolling his shoulders and letting out a soft sigh he brought the tankard to his lips. Knocking his drink back, feeling the fizzy warm liquid go down his throat, he placed it back down to the wooden table leaving it half full. Letting out a satisfied sigh Jagster slumped back into his chair. Bringing a hand to the back of his neck rubbing it some, JB’s body twitched suddenly. Eyes widening Jagster shook his head , teeth grinding together in annoyance he glared straight ahead at nothing, ”Can’t you just leave me alone! Quit bugging me!” he somewhat whispered to himself. Sitting up straight now, arms leant against the hard wooden surface of the table he peered down into the remaining contents of his double ale, ”Why would I leave you alone Jag? I‘ll never leave you alone.. So get over it already..“ a dark voice giggled in his head. Clenching his fist Jag glared downwards, shaking his head again, bringing his hands up, cupping his head in his hands, teeth grinding again he groaned softly, ”Who are you? And why do you taunt me so?” he half growled, slowly peering up placing his arms down against the table he released a tired sigh. Who was this voice in his head anyway? He didn’t know, and never mind how many times he asked, they wouldn’t give him an answer.. Grabbing his tankard JB downed the remainders of his double ale and slammed the empty tankard back down onto the table. ”Another “ he called towards Shaa’ra, pushing his empty tankard in front of him, sliding it across the table surface.

As Takrii walked into the tavern, he saw a man conversing with the bartendress, who scowled at him. The maan then sat down, and took his tankard, and proceeded to speak to himself, convulsing wildly. Takrii drew forward, and tapped the man once on the head. "You should not do such things. I would think you inflicted with madness." He looked around, seeing if anyone was staring at him, then he turned back to the man.

He turned to the bartendress returning with the man's ale, he said to her, "Sha'kra Liquid, if you have it." He sat down next to the man, and stared at him, pondering what could have happened to this man. It was unlikely that he could be so crazy, if he was just speaking to the bartendress in a partially-civilized manner, so, what could be wrong with this man? He looked around himself, looking at the other people in the tavern, wondering what they knew, and who they were.

He saw an elf, and a quite old man speaking together in quite calm tones. He folded his wings up further, they already have been when he went through the dorr, as he always did to avoid hurting his wings.

Teeth grinding together as Jag attempted to block the annoying voice within his head from speaking, he slowly peered up with his dark sapphire eyes to notice Shaa’ra was coming back to his table gradually, bringing with her this time a large jug. Leaning back into his chair letting out a loud sigh, Jagster watched as she approached and began to refill his tankard. Bringing his hand up, gesturing for her to stop, he grabbed the jug and pushed it with her hand still attached to the handle down onto the table surface, his free hand going into his pocket pulling out five pieces of gold. Lips parted and his smooth masculine voice rang, ”Leave it with me.. I’m going to need it..” he glanced up at her slowly, eyes seeming dull and tired now at this point. This constant voice within his head, draining. Grasping her other hand he placed the gold into her palm and released his grip. Turning to look at the large jug of ale in front of him he took one last glance to Shaa’ra and gave her a nod of his head. Shaa’ra stood there for a moment looking at him, ”Was the matter with you eh?” she snickered some, placing the gold into her pocket then putting her hands on her hips. Jag didn’t look at her, nor did he answer, all he did was release another sigh and slumped back into his chair. Shaa’ra raised a brow towards him and flicked her hand in the air before turning on her heel to go the next table. Bringing his hands to each side of his head, then feeling someone suddenly tap on his head, JB looked up, stare hard and cold towards the winged Elf. Watching as the Avariel Elf seated himself next to JB, Jag’s top lip began to twitch, pearly canines gleamed as he snarled, vocals vibrating smoothly, lips parting Jag growled, ”Be careful of who’s head your tapping there Elf.” dark blue eyes gleamed in the dull light that loamed around them. Sitting up straight now, eyes upon the Avariel Elf, Jag listened to his words. Raising a brow to him Jag snarled, ”So what if I am?” not really wanting to pay any attention to what the Elf had said about being inflicted with madness, for it was true, Jagster began to rub at his temples. Teeth grinding some, Jag listened to the Elf ask Shaa’ra for a Sha’kra liquid before she had left the opposite table to go to the bar, she gave him a nod of her head and replied, ”I’ll be right with you sir..” and with that she went back to the bar to get the Elf’s order.

Jag growled under his breath, dark blue eyes trailing up to look at the man that now accompanied him at his table. Leaning back into his chair Jag grabbed hold of the large jug of ale and began to fill his tankard more. Placing the jug back down with a loud bang against the wooden surface, Jagster brought his tankard to his lips and began to drink. The satisfying liquid going down his throat as he took large mouthfuls. Placing his drink down Jag looked towards the Elf and raised a brow, watching as he stared at him and then peered around at the room. Wiping his mouth, Jag watched as Shaa’ra made her third trip towards the table, bringing the Avariel Elf his drink, his Sha’kra. Gracefully Shaa’ra placed the Elf’s drink in front of him and offered both him and Jag a smile before she left to do her duties of attending to the rest of the punters that crowed the dingy lantern lit, smoke filled tavern. Rolling his shoulders, joints clicking in several places Jagster slowly brought his dark gaze to look towards the Elf as he folded his wings further. ”So what brings you to my table to start bugging me?” peering around the room JB noticed that a few tables had now become unoccupied, looking back gradually to him with a raised brow he waited for the male to respond.

”So what brings you to my table to start bugging me?”
Takrii had his hand on the strange, enscribed flask, and as he brought it to his lips, he smiled. He drank deeply, and sighed, enjoying the taste of it. Its smooth taste, that could always make him warm was always a treat when he could find it. Setting it back down, he turned to the man, and smiled once again.

"I know that you are not inflicted with madness." He leaned close to him, and whispered, "You are inflicted with lythrope." He drew back, still smiling. "It is a common illness," he continued, "One I have come across in my travels many times. I usually find them too far drawn in their madness to do anything but growl at me, but you, you, spoke to me."

He paused, taking another draught of his flask, draining it empty. He continued, in a calm and placating tone. "Talking alone shows you have some strength. Some are taken in the first light on the eve of a full moon. Oh, I do not know your name. What is it? Mine, by the way, is Takrii. Takrii Tolarnii."

Jag watched the man’s actions in silence.. A brow was raised as he observed the male’s calmness towards him. Turning to look at his tankard that was sat on the table in front of him, contemplating on whether or not to take a few more mouthfuls, Jag held the temptation for the moment. Letting out a smooth sigh, dark sapphire eyes trailed around the dense smoke filled room slowly, gradually landing back upon the Aerial Elf. Shifting himself in his chair, JB placed his black leather gloved hands atop the table, crossing his arms. Looking down at the table for a moment he brought his gaze back towards the man slowly as he listened to his voice sound. Raising a brow as he listened silently, Jagster couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as he heard that man say that he wasn’t inflicted with madness. Seriously, what did he know? He had not idea about the voice within his head, nor did he know about his random outbursts of a split persona.. Shrugging his shoulders off, Jag continued to listen to what he had to say. Watching as he leaned closer towards him Jag lent back just a little bit, but hearing him whisper Jag sat up right once more. Raising yet another brow towards the stranger Jagster rolled his eyes and laughed, ”Lythrope...well.. I know that ..” he said as he watched the man lean back still smiling. Being a werewolf had nothing to do with the voices he heard, that annoying dark voice that had no name, nor would give one.

Stretching out his hand Jag pulled his tankard towards him, lifting it up towards his lips he began taking huge mouthfuls, the sweet liquid sliding down his throat. Placing it back onto the table in front of him Jag turned to look at the Elf as he began to talk more about the whole Lythope thing. Pearly fangs gleamed as his lips curled into a sinister smile, rolling his shoulders slowly, joints clicking in many places, Jag raised a brow, illness? Speaking smoothly Jag replied ”Right, but there’s many other’s like myself that speak, and not just growl, I take it the ones that are to far drawn are just the unfortunate ones.. Couldn‘t handle it..” he watched as the man drank his drink, Jag continued to listen, nodding his head, letting out a smooth sigh Jagster smirked wolfishly as the man asked for his name, peering over to the large jug of ale he had bought first, he placed a hand beside it and pushed it into the centre of them, ”Have some ale if you wish.. And I’m Jag, Jagster Bane, tis a pleasure Tarkii..” he smirked some leaning back into his chair.

He chuckled. "Not lycanthrope, lythrope. Affects those under the influence of lycanthrope. Also, Jagster, drinking ale causing an unpleasant symptom to come over me when I drink it. Why else would I drink Sha'kra Liquid? It is usually hated for its making." He smiled. He waved a hand, and the insriptions on his flask glowed. "See this cloved marking? That is a byproduct of the making of the container. It is considered a crime to use anything else but this type of container for Sha'kra Liquid."

He flicked his hand again, and the glow ebbed from the flask. He turned back to Jagster, his smile gone. “This is a serious illness. I could be wrong, but I believe you will succumb to the madness on the sun-loss. At that moment, whatever, whoever is trying to control your body will switch places with you, and you will be the one to be trying to take control.” He turned back to his flask. He hated having to tell people the truth of their illness, but he had no choice, not in this endeavor.

Sun-loss, the moment, when the sun was blotted out by the moon. At that moment in time, evil was stronger, and the illnesses spiralled out of control easily. He hated to be by anyone during that moment. He, a Sage! He, off all people, should be able to help. But no. He was of Chesed, he was the Sage of Vision.

Lythrope, Lycanthrope.. What was the difference? Jagster was more brawns then brains to be truthfully honest, thought he didn’t usually let people in on that one, but he continued to listen anyhow. So Lythrope came from having Lycanthrope? What was Lythrope again? Jagster’s head began to hurt with all these thrope words being said, bring his hands to his head, fingers rubbing against his temples slowly. Head jerked some as he listened to Tarkii go on about if he drank ale an unpleasant symptom would come over him, so hence why he had Sha‘kra Liquid instead. How unpleasant was he talking here? Raising a brow towards him, Jag’s attention was now brought to Tarkii’s container. Cold eyes watched as inscriptions upon his container began to glow. Peering up at him with his dark cold blue eyes Jag nodded his head as he peered back to the container, though his eyes weren’t on Tarkii, he was still indeed listening. Lips parted and Jag spoke smoothly, ”Ah right.. Though I’ve never actually heard of the liquid before.. Nor do I understand your Lythrope theory..” the drink was either starting to hit JB, or his brain wasn’t functioning properly today.. Maybe he should lay of the ale for awhile. Nope maybe not. Hand going for the jug, Jag poured himself another tankard full.

Watching as the glow was no more, Jag slowly peered up towards the winged elf. Raising a slight brow at his facial expression JB sat back into his chair. Bringing his tankard to his lips, taking huge mouthfuls, he slowly placed it back onto the table surface and listened to Tarkii as he began to speak once again. Okay, so far Jag had now gotten the concept that this Lythrope thing was an illness, or something. Listening to Tarkii’s words Jag frowned slightly. ”Doesn’t that happen with most Werewolves though.. When the moon is full the beast takes over.. and you have no control of your actions.. Though I have found that on some occasions I do have some sort of control.. Some. Jag was beginning to find himself confused, was this voice in his head the beast? His werewolf self? Or was Tarkii wrong and this voice was just something his personality had created? Pearly fangs gleamed as Jag licked their sharp edges, his mind lost in thought.

”Doesn’t that happen with most Werewolves though.. When the moon is full the beast takes over.. and you have no control of your actions.. Though I have found that on some occasions I do have some sort of control.. Some."
He smiled. "Furor gratia plene luna." Did he not listen to him, or did he not explain it well enough? "True, but it continues long past the Sunloss, and only starts at the Sunloss. A person usually is required to go into a vegetative state during the period, which makes the alternate being, so to speak, fall into a latent state, and when you recover from that state, it will be like nothing has happenned. The "being" will still be weak."

He tapped his fingers onto the wood, gripping the flask. He raised his voice, shouting to the bartendress, "More Sha'kra, please!" He looked around, his hand falling onto the hilt of his blade. Only after looking at the entire room did he take his hand away from his sword. He did not have to worry for his life, at least, not today. He smiled, and then made a low whistle. He ginned as Tapfer squirmed beneath his cloak. Finally, Tapfer poked his head out of the cloak, and hissing when he saw Jagster.