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*Aurora walks in with a rather well dressed ga'vin. She appears to be looking for someone as well.*

Sir Ark, if you would just like to wait here while I get you Gin's old sailor coat and hat. Are you hungry or anything?

*Looks around the entryway for a moment*

I guess we beat Mr. Atrum back here so you two could continue your conversation. Then again he could be in the back.

Ark hops on the table and flicks his scarf over his shoulder.

"No thank you im fine, and its no surprise we beat him back."

I'm a little surprised considering we were talking and all.

I'll go head upstairs and get those things and then after that there is a spot around back ideal for sparing.

*Aurora heads upstairs*

Ark sits quietly and looks around the inn, noting the position of the doors, stairs, tables, and other things. He then moves to a table in a corner and sits on it, on his toes hands between his legs.

*After about 10 minutes Aurora comes back down from upstairs. She has with her a neatly folded black captain's coat as well as hat. Both appear in excellent condition. The red haired woman walks over to the corner were Ark is at and hands him the items.*

Well here are Gin's things he left with me all safe and sound. If you'd like we can just relax here for a moment before we go spar to see if Mr. Atrum shows up.

Ark looks over the items, after holding them a moment he puts on the hat and slips on the coat. "I cant help but feel like him now,...hm."

He walks about the room trying on his new atire. "We can wait here a bit, and sparing sounds excellent, aspecially because i must try fighting in this coat."

*Korrigan walks out of the kitchen with a turkey leg in one hand and a tankard in the other. Setting both on a tray behind the bar, he wipes his hands on a rag and nods to Ark and Aurora.*

"Hullo Aurora. Welcome to the Tipsy Traveler, Ark. Can I get you two anything?"

*Noting Ark's perch on the table, Korrigan cracks a smile.*

"We've got everything you need. Food, Ale, Mead, Whiskey... chairs..."

"Good to see you again, and no thanks about the chair, its harder to be ready for action if your in a chair, this works fine for me,....by the way sorry if i wounded you a while back, i heard you were of the few that beat me down, thanks."

*Korrigan laughs.*

"No worries, my friend. You got around my sheild a few times, but that's why I wear armor. I was trying to occupy you until someone could drive the magic out of you, but there was no one around. Besides, if I hadn't kept your attention you'd have cut down half the town!"

Ark smiles. "Glad you think so, i shall take that as a compliment then,..then in that case i really am glad you took care of me, I am very fond of that place, people in it too."

*Atrum walks in about 20 minutes after Aurora and Ark do, he has some plants and herbs in his hands and sticking out of a couple of pouches.*

Korrigan, can I get some of the strong stuff.

Ark looks up and down Atrum.

"The only logical conclusion i can come to is your trying to disguise yourself as a tree,...or your just gathering alchemical suplies."

*Auora looks at Atrum and Ark.*

Ah Mr. Atrum. Good to see you again. I believe you and Sir Ark here started a conversation up at the House that perhaps you two might want to continue. As for me, I was returning something the belonged to a mutual friend of Sir Ark's and I.

Maybe after your conversation the three of us can spar.

"Theres no need to rush his answer, i know hes a busy man, and if he would like to join us that would be fine, he has plenty more expirience than most."

"It is a compliment, Ark. I've seen you in the field, and I've got respect for a man who can stand his ground."

*Korrigan takes a long look at Atrum and nods in understanding. Reaching under the bar, he produces a silver chalice and a small engraved flask. He then fills the chalice nearly to the top with spirits from one of the bottles behind the bar. Opening the flask carefully, Korrigan holds it over the chalice and lets about three drops of a dark liquid fall into the cup, which begins emitting wisps of smoke. Closing the flask and blowing the smoke from the chalice, Korrigan hands the drink to Atrum.*

"I don't know if you've had the Dragon's Breath before, but you look like you can handle it. Hell, it looks like you need it. Slainte."