Male servants?

[Ravira]

Ravira walks quietly into the tavern and takes a seat in a dark, back corner. With a lift of a claw motions to Horns for an ale and a word.

[Horns]

[September 7th, 10:30pm]

Horns is cutting strips of cloth for bandages when he sees Ravira come in. When she sits down, he glances over and sees her motion. He quickly pushes the bandages into his medkit, hops up, and pours the kaern an ale. As he brings it over to her, he says, "Good evening, Ravira!"

[Ravira]

"Evening Horns. Do you have time to finish our discussion we started ages ago? I've had hunting and tracking on my mind so much that I almost forgot about it." She takes a long swig of cold ale and sighs.

[Horns]

"Ah, yes, about me healing your... Harem, was it? I would be happy to! I heal everybody else here, anyway." He scowls slightly, and grumbles, "Not that anybody appreciates it."

[Ravira]

"I appreciate the healing. Enough to even share my deer jerk. Trusting someone to heal me and friendship is given lightly." She takes another mouth full of liquid and looks around the room.
"We should continue the discussion in private. I'm don't exactly trust these people yet since they leave their unconscious unattended."

[Ravira]

(That should be read as deer jerky.)

[Horns]

"Heh, yeah, they've got a bad habit of leaving people unconscious and alone. Even when they're in danger. Even when everyone knows they're in danger." Horns sighs and shakes his head. Looking around, he adds, "The tavern is pretty quiet, so I'm sure Phineas wouldn't mind me stepping out for a bit." He gestures toward the door. "Lead the way!"

(OOG: The rest of this conversation will be held over PM, I think)

[Ravira]

(OOG: We'll try to add the AD)

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