*Sitting in the leaves* ((Oct 27 noon)

[MM/NPL Dustin]

Kyrem cracks his neck and wanders back to the tavern, "Scream if you need me." he calls over his shoulder as he leaves.

[Prawl]

*Prawl watches Nervously as Kyrem walks away, as she hugs her knee's looking around*

[Ishtaar]

An impressed look washes over Ishtaar's face as he listens to Wizwik.

"Ahh, tha be soundin' a might bit handy! I nae be able ta tie two sticks t'gether, buh.. if yeh be needin' some alchemy mixed, I be workin' on dustin' off me ol' recipe book. Jus' gah ta fine wha I done wit'eh." He says, and chuckles to himself.

Ishtaar looks to Prawl, with a saddened expression.

"Ahh lass... yeh be surroundin' by good folk na, it be seemin'. Nae any 'master'-folk be able ta tell yeh wha yeh be doin. An look ah the bright side, na ol' uncle Ishtaar be 'round ta swat any more a they away, as'well. Need ta practice me swing, aft all, wha be best ta do eh than at rotten folk?"

[Wizwik]

"For sure there Ishtarr!~ Always interested in the works of Alchemy, I got me a few things in the Alchemy ways...but more so just substitutes for coffee as well as makin' some for others" he chuckles

[Prawl]

*Prawl smiles to Wizwik can you make tea? I have tea leaves."

[Ishtaar]

"Ahh, be thinkin' we gah lots ta be discussin', Wizwik!" Ishtaar says with a big smile; he looks to Prawl, "Oh, na ye be speakin' true. Aft 'avin nothin' buh mead an ale ta drink fer moons o'er, I be cravin' a spot a tea!"

[Wizwik]

he laughs "I be looking forward to it!~ If ye two have business I can come find ye later, or I'll normally be around the town fire just up a ways, the huge fire pit always good for keepin' ye warm as the cold comes closer"

[Prawl]

"I know where to get tea-- swear you are not going to sell me?" *Prawl looks up to the dark elf, looking even more pale to the point she could be confused for being sick*

[Ishtaar]

Ishtaar shakes his head, and yanks his greatsword from the ground, resting it on his shoulder.

"Ye can nae be puttin' a price on tha which be priceless, young lass. Come, leh us geh ye somethin' t'eat. Ye look on tha brink a death."

[Wizwik]

"I'll leave ye to yerselfs then, hope to catch ye around a later time Ishtaar" he waves to them as he walks off