The Ruins of Vargin

[Abacathea]

Dorian hit the ground hard, landing on his back from the impact of the chair. He'd been too busy laughing at his own amusement to see the chair coming, but couldn't stop laughing even now.

[Raxion]

"Good, now peace has been restored to our little group once again." Rashidi walked to the center of the bar. "Vagrants and drunks, this struggle has hopefully been resolved. I suggest none of you call any of the guards of Thebes. And if you do" he gestured to his new group "You'll have a talk with my friends here."

[George Holland]

Hastein accepted the hand with his good arm, gingerly pulling himself up. He nodded at the Romule before grabbing the arrow in his back and yanking it out roughly, making sure to pull the tip out.

He nodded at the Romule again, gesturing to his own dislocated shoulder.

[Venico]

Valk put one hand on the front of Hastein's shoulder, and another on his back. With a shove and a pop the shoulder was back in place, hopefully.

[Treize Dreizehn]

Shar stood there for a moment, before looking around awkwardly at the rest of the tavern.

"Uh, yeah. Ok," He put the chair down gingerly and turned back to the group.

"So uh, we've got a necromancer now?" he said while picking up his bow.

[Raxion]

Rashidi walked over to Hastein, and handed him a handful of scrolls. "I always said education is richer than money." he laughed to himself, but his scrolls back in his satchel and gave the money back.

"Oh, V, don't pull your arrow out. It is a fatal mistake that will make the injury worse."

[Treize Dreizehn]

Shar laughed at the Scholar for a moment, before dismissing the magic that held the arrow together. It melted into a small puddle of water in mere moments.

[Abacathea]

Dorian sat himself up, still laughing, it was an odd and slightly awkward sight. The laugh was as deep and chilly as his voice and general demeanor, and yet, still remained lighthearted. Like the innocent laugh of a small child, who had just butchered it's entire family. Dusting himself off and adjusting his hood he returned to a faceless entity, smile fading and being replaced with darkness under the hood so deep it looked like you could climb inside and set up to brave a storm for the night.

He looked at the group now adjusting themselves, feeling almost slightly responsible for what unfolded, but not feeling overly moved enough to feel bad.

He looked at the man named Shar "Parents were bastards who spawned a bastard. Half Necromancer, Half Thunder Wielder, all socially awkward. The parents were exceptionally strong, I, on the other hand, while skilled and powerful, have limits."

[Raxion]

Rashidi walked over to Valk. "If I remember correctly, one must first patch around the injured area with a bandage. Then you must put alcohol or medicines to both clean the bruise and to prevent infection. It's also ideal to numb the area." he stood, thinking. "Okay, the bandage can easily be replaced by some clothing. We can numb the area with Dorian's electricity- momentary shocking can cause your sensitivity to lessen so temporarily. But where the hell are we going to get alcohol?"

[Venico]

"Just patch me up Rash. And I think my cup of liquor is still on the table." V sat down and let Rashidi do his thing.