RP:(Dodging a) Death by Orc-Fart

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This is a Healer's Guild RP.


Summary: Thamalys is pinned on the ground by Krultik, a Half-Orc taking care - unceremoniously- of instructing the Avian about swordplay. What seems to be fox enters the equation, bringing havoc in the Grounds and resulting in Krultik plunging head first into a pile of weapons . Upon the arrival of Emilia, the not-fox is forced to reveal himself into Seiko, an Illusionist who leaves the scene before anybody can do anything about it. Thamalys and Emilia takes care of the Half-Orc, unconscious and yet perfectly capable of the mightiest of farts, an unspeakable horror which almost succeeds in ending the two healers. Battered and bruised, the two manage to escape the situation, a cup of white minty chocolate waiting for them in the attempt to wash away that dreadful, smelly memory.

Kelay Town: Warrior's Training Ground

Thamalys laid on the very dusty soil of the Grounds, the huge, armoured tarsus of the bulkiest Half-Orc you could possibly imagine pinning his chest without so much of a whimper. "All right, all right, Krultik, that would be enough..." he would have groaned while trying with very little success to catch his breath under the monumental weight of the greenish creature, casually brandishing a black scimitar as if playing around with a toothpick. Conversely, the Avian was not that at ease - at all. Dark green leather wrapping his long skinny legs, some shiny silvery mithril barely visible below the pearly white curtains of that battered shirt covering a solid portion of his upper body, the knotty pattern of those tattooed ivy branches gleaming fiercely with a blue shine, oddly mingling with that of the many candles lightening the wide hall. Stone everywhere, a cold, stale air dominating the vast space. Presently, the ivory, immense wings of the Avian were twitching madly in the attempt to free themselves from the hold of the Half-Orc, the braids decorating the sharp features of the Blue's face dancing accordingly across his eyes, a solid blue gaze nailed into that of the warrior upon him. On the ground, only a couple of steps away from the brawl, the tallest halberd you have probably ever seen, perfectly still within the dust of the Grounds.

Seiko was enticed to the Warriors grounds by the intense sounds of combat. He had taken to his fox form to watch from a quiet distance not being much of a combatant himself. Concealing his second tail, he would be noted as an average unassuming fox, albeit an odd place for a fox to take of residence. A twitch of his ears came along with the sight of the massive orc pinning down the avian being. Being the fox that he was, mischief was never far from his mind. Seiko hid out of sight for a moment, his muzzle gaping ever so slightly to release a minor bolt of flame, hurling it at the half-orc in an attempt to distract him, allowing the Avian to retaliate.

Krultik turned his head so sharply he lost his balance for a moment. A moment only, though, the old warrior being used to anything and everything. And yet, finished he was indeed with the Blue - his point most clear already - so that narrowing his eyes he eventually let go of the Avian only to proceed toward the tiny source of the most unexpected gush of fire, surely not enough to worry the Half-Orc, but definitely interestingly enough to deserve further investigation. Scimitar at the ready, the massive chunk of meat swiftly moved along, big yellowish eyes inquiring, probing, searching, evaluating what in the name of the Blade a fox - if a fox truly was - would have to do with the Grounds.

Thamalys let go of massive sigh of relief, the very moment the weight of the Half-Orc eventually left his chest. He would have laid down for a bit more, bringing his right hand to some battered rib on his left side, massaging the already-growing bruise while trying to pull it together. Yet another breath, long and controlled, and the Blue leaped to his feet, a single, smooth move that brought him to a very queer sight. "A fox..." he would have pointed out much to nobody in particular. He shook his head, slowly, shortly after picking up the halberd, some pain evident in his gestures, and then following Krultik already almost upon the vulpine. Neatly folding his wings, he would have put a bony hand on the Warrior shoulder, almost as if stopping him from cleaving the animal in two - most likely what was about to happen. "Now, now, wait just a second, my friend. A fox down here?" He asked halfway between curiosity and annoyance, only to receive a rather unexpected answer. "If that's a fox I'm a bloody Elf, mate! He breathed out some fire, I'm tellin'ya!" he went the Half-Orc, pointing a green sausage of a finger to the small form only a couple of feet away from angry flesh and lethal steel.

Seiko yelped as the half-orc caught wind of him. Seiko Closed his eyes for just a second, channeling his energy into a clone which promptly separated from his own body. The two foxes looked at each other then back at the half-orc. Without a second thought, they both bolted in opposite directions, forcing the half-orc to decipher which was the real fox to go after.

Thamalys rubbed his bewitched eyes with the whole extent of his right hand. "What in the name of the Wind..." he went as soon as the one fox just... split into two of them! "What IS this madness? Krultik, if this is one of your stupid pranks, I'll have you cut into tiny little pieces of slimy jelly, is that even clear?". One split second after, he made a choice. "I'll go after this one..." he cried letting go of the halberd - connecting hard with the ground an instant after - and moving toward the one vulpine running along the left side of the hall. "And I'll take this one, aye..." concluded the Half-Orc, equally abandoning his steel to get after the one scurrying away to the right. Both warriors, both fit, one would have not really know where to put his money, whether on the four-footed small one or the clumsy big bipeds.

Seiko darted in and out of the weapon racks as his clone took to the Training dummies like an obstacle course. This was the most fun he’d had in days, which could be noted by the elated chirps leaving his little muzzle every time he just barely escaped their grasp. The foolish fox was having so much fun, he hadn’t realised how much energy he was losing each second, keeping up a full, solid clone. Seiko went to make a sharp turn, but lost his footing, crashing into a weapon rack loudly. It took him a moment to shake it off, leaving him open to be captured.

Emilia walked with silent steps upon the ground leading into the training room for the warriors. The little woman was hardly recognisable wearing a floor length black cloak with matching hood pulled snugly over her head, hanging low to obscure her face. Beneath the fabric was a little ice lady surely did not belong in such a place as this. Tiny figure thing as an icicle looking as if it would snap should she fall, yet she was here guised in her cloak. Bare feet, wrapped with a fighting tape, came to a slow stopping just beyond the opening to the room next to the weapon rack at such a sight of the half-orc and Not Lost chasing what looked to be two identical foxes around the training ground. Then near to her there was a crashing sound, a cluttering of fallen weapons and that fox they were chasing. Without warning her hands, one pale white and the other jet black, reached out from the fabric to attempt to quickly snatch up the fox, holding it out away from her like it was full of germs, “Did you want this?” she would ask if she had managed to snatch the fox. Side note, Em for a moment could not tell if she was early or beyond late to her private lesson with Krultik.

Krultik was rapidly gaining ground, Seiko's clone almost within the reach of those massive, callous hands of his. Bending over to maximise his speed, he pulled a last effort, jumping over some pikes in the attempt of flooring the creature with some bulky part of his body - no, he was not particularly famous for his manners. Unluckily enough, though, he underestimated the distance, stumbling into the above mentioned poles and consequently plunging head first into the stony floor of the hall. Not even the time to yell anything, his skull most squarely connected with the ground, a muffled thud reverberating within the whole room. Still as a passed-out Half-Orc, there he would have laid, half-covered in a mighty mess of weaponry.

Thamalys was starting to think some higher power must had taken control of the Grounds that say. Notwithstanding the Half-Orc crashing flat on the ground, now some absolutely unexpected - if rather tiny - figure joined the merry mob, snatching the fox, or whatever that thing was, from the long arms of the Blue, presently standing tall right in front of... "Sabrina?!" He uttered, totally taken aback by the arrival of none other than the Icy One. A heavy mantle she wore, but she could not hope to avoid recognition once those most peculiar hands of her outstretched into the open to lift Seiko. "How... why... I mean, watch out!" he went on, a gush of blue flame already dripping from his right hand, intent to grab hold of the fox, "That's not a fox! That's... well, that's not a fox!" he concluded with a perfect example of clumsy wording, too astonished to formulate anything better.

Seiko yipped loudly looking at the blue flames! His paws moved to cover his face in a rather frantic -yet adorable- position. His seemed to tremble lightly with fear -or so it appeared- the little mischievous fox was a good actor as well. He began to chirp behind those paws of his appearing completely submissive and harmless.

Emilia was more likely more harmful to the apparent fox in her clutches with those hands of hers at a drastically freezing temperature, spreading bits of frost with prolonged contact. Nothing like being held by an ice creature, however she would not stop that blue hand that was intent on grabbing it from her. The Genasi was unfazed by the acting of cuteness, she had three children after all. Tilting her head up that hood keeping her face hidden would slid back off the top of her head to reveal the ice-maiden with long curls presently braided into a series of mini braids against the scalp in some elegant elven design, strange to see her hair so kept! A smile crossed those frosted blue lips, “Not Lost, odd to see you here. You can have the Not Fox, I have no purpose for it except making a stew from it.”

Thamalys pouted - a most comical sight - the moment he realised he actually addressed the Genasi with the very name of the Master Healer. Well, that was hardly a surprise, given the recent events that saw him engaged in a brawl with Rohk - some things tend to leave some marks. Shortly after, though, he narrowed his eyes instead, gleaming sparks of gold surfacing within his gaze, presently investigating the prankish would-be-animal in the hands of the Icy One. He did not fall for that display of charm, though - at all. On the contrary, he just proceeded to grab the creature with his flaming hand, holding it tightly into the air right in front of him, trying to probe those deceptive winsome eyes. Quite a temperature gradient, from the frosty hands of the Genasi to the one ablaze of the Avian. "Most peculiar indeed, Icy One..." he agreed, a grin curving his traits in something similar to a smile. And what's whit the braids - he would have asked in a different occasion, were he not squeezing the neck of a most resourceful vulpine. "Now, shall we unravel this riddle once and for all?" he continued, turning his attention to the foxy one. "You have very, very little chances to get away with it, darling. Care to show yourself?" Not even an hint of cruelty or irony in that flat, low tone of his. Straight to the point, however, yes, that the Blues was indeed.

Seiko wriggled within the avians grasp for a moment. Realizing his words to be quite true, it was time to give up the shenanigans. As Seiko’s body relaxed his fur began to glow brilliantly. His form lengthening, the fur on his body receding to reveal milky pale skin. The fur atop his head began to grow completely white, lengthening substantially as his long white locks reached his ankles. His body was small and lithe, he stood -were he standing and not being held- 5’1, his golden brown eyes peered back at the avian, “It was just a little bit of fun… Would you be so kind as to put me down?” Oddly enough, he was adorned as that of a young woman, sporting a corset and a dress. Suede boots adorned his feet, and even odder it all seemed fitting, his stature being rather feminine itself.

Emilia watched with curious eyes as the fox shifted into that of a man in a corset and dress, how strange. Shaking her head the little woman glanced beyond the pair to the room around them, such a mess. “I think we should shove a pole through it and turn it into a ki-bo, that would be just a little bit of fun...what do you think Not Lost?” The Genasi would question the avian after her most not friendly comment of what to do with the trickster. The grin that befell those frozen lips revealed for a brief moment the true ice monster that lay beneath that pretty face.

Thamalys dip his head toward the Genasi, rising the left eyebrow only. "Well, in fairness we have plenty of poles to spare, I would say..." he commented just a moment before letting go of the Illusionist, the hand of the Avian still ablaze with liquid fire. "Let us see where we are going with this, though... you have a name, I suppose?" he questioned, softly resting into a apparently relaxed stance, unfurling at the same time to the tiniest extent his wings as to stretch them a bit. "Also, why in the name of the Wind are you wearing such a dress? Quickly now, this lady here..." - he would gesture with his left toward the Icy One, never to be underestimated as that feral smirk demonstrated - "... she is not especially forbearing... and neither am I!" he concluded in a flat, deadly tone.

Seiko curtsied elegantly before the avian, “Seiko, at your service!” He chuckled standing up straight, before gulping as he realized how much taller the avian was. He almost had to look straight up to see his face. “Why am I wearing this dress... Hmm, well it was pretty!” His tails unfurled from behind him just as his ears began to lift from his head. “Being a fox, normally I wouldn’t wear anything at all, but I liked these shiny things, ya see.” He pointed towards the sapphires and bright colors that adorned his attire. “It’s lovely to meet you!” Seiko peered around the Avian, spotting the passed out half-orc. “Oh my, is your friend okay.” He placed a hand over his mouth to hide the chuckle building.

Emilia turned to look to the avian standing much taller her frail little ice figure, “I think you have this under control, Not Lost. I also believe my session here will not happen today. Seems my pal is slumbering under some weight at present. I look forward to seeing you soon. Some things I would like to talk with you about. Have a pleasant day and if you need help shoving a pole through the fox from one opening to the other, please do no hesitate to summon me.” And with that the Genasi would turn and leave.

Thamalys grunted something unintelligible toward the Illusionist before turning swiftly to ponder the damage with Krultik. "Oh, for pity's sake..." he would have muttered, immediately discarding the many questions he would have loved to ask the Foxy One to embark in a quick trot in the direction of the body of the Half-Orc, perfectly still, a not-so-tiny rivulet of blood blossoming under his face onto the floor. Halfway, he would have acknowledged the sudden departure of the Genasi. "Emilia, wait!" he would have yelled, both arms outstretched toward her, as if trying to stop her indeed. "How I am supposed to deal with Krultik alone? Please, just look at him..." And off he went, till he reached the unmoving warrior. Estimated the issue, he would have turned to face the Illusionist. "Look what you've done with your silly trick! Pray, oh just pray I'll be in the mood not to tell him about you, or you'll be dog food by the end of the week!" he growled gritting his teeth, exceedingly annoyed to having had the keeper of the Grounds knocked out in the middle of a session. Who would have explained his absence in the next few days? A matter for later. Now... "Emilia, please" he implored, a hint of fear in his voice, kneeling down near the Half-Orc.

Emilia was about to exit when that friendly voice reached her ears, calling for her to wait, and wait she did. Turning on heel to face the winged man as he spoke toward her, listening to every word that was said in her direction and Thamalys was right, this moment for healing was beyond his doing in a solo session. As a healer, as the second in command to the Guild, she would not and could not say no to his request for help. Running fingers over braided locks the genasi began her walk across the room to reach the half-orc and the avian. Squatting down the icy woman turned her gaze over the man to judge where the bleeding was coming from, his nose. A bloody nose and most likely a concussion, things that could be watched and tended to without much need for a trip to the med-bay in the city. Digging around in her bag worn beneath her cloak the woman pulled out a white clothed and handed it over to the avian, “Here, roll this up into a tight roll and shove it up his bleeding nose. It will help get the bleeding to stop. Lucky for him his skull if very thick and should have protected his brain well even if it knocked him out. Really we need to get the blood to stop and then take him over to the on-site medic to keep an eye on him till he wakes,” as the genasi spoke she started to remove fallen objects off his large form, restacking them back into place.

Thamalys gladly witnessed the small shape of the Genasi performing a much welcome u-turn toward the messy scene, an audible sigh of relief leaving his thin grey lips. He nodded gravely while listening to her instructions, immediately after putting his long fingers at work. A bit of his tongue actually sticking out - such was his focus - the first attempt was not particularly successful, the resulting roll more similar to a dumpling than everything else. Steadying his hands, and only after having gazed to the Icy One already freeing the Half-Orc from the debris, the Avian went for a second try, this time producing a decent roll swiftly inserted - with not so much care, to tell the truth - into Krultik's gawping nostrils. Only an instant spent to sort of probe the actual integrity of that massive cranium himself, then the Blue slowly rose, presently realising two rather important, if not quite trivial evidences. First and foremost, the Illusionist was simply not there anymore, apparently vanished into thin air. "Hey, have you seen where that rascal went?" he inquired to the Genasi, most upset to having just let him disappeared. A score not quite settled, that was. And secondly, the Half-Orc weighted a bloody ton at least. "Also... how are we going to move this bulky one, even just upstairs? Do you think we can try to... wake him up somehow? Or maybe I could go and ask for some help?"

Emilia watched Thamalys with his tongue out as he worked, what a cutie with his focus, he was such a good student, she really liked this one. The Genasi worked in silence for a bit as she removed the debris from him until he was free of the fallen materials. In part, her lack of words was for the avian sake so that he could do what she had asked of him without the chaos of interruption on this shoving tissue up a nose of a half orc. A sigh of relief as he finished without needing her help in the matter. Looking around as she rose to her full short height the Genasi shook her head, “No, I do not know where that dress wearing fox-thing went. I am sure they will turn up again at some point.” Looking back down to the half-orc the woman tilted her head to the left, then the right as she studied him over. The down fell was very large compared to the petite little lass, but he wasn’t that big being only half an orc. Finally, blue eyes stared up at Not Lost, “Well, I think it would be a waste of time to go getting help. We could make him a nice cot in the corner to rest at or we can work together, you and me, and carry him up to the medic near to the grounds here.”

Thamalys scratched some uninteresting spot at the base of his neck, while considering the two options the Icy One brought forward. "It is probably better for him not to wake up down here... it's so cold, and we have so little to work with. No, I believe we should try the stairs together..." he eventually decided, swiftly positioning himself right behind the cranium of the Warrior and then crouching down to slip his arms through his - not particularly fair-scented - armpits. "On the count of three, yes?", he would have asked to the Genasi, staring with some hope as of hinting for her to take care of the legs - or at least the feet.

Emilia was about to amaze Thamalys as he stood there staring at her like she was a fragile snow figurine that would bust if the wind blew too hard. “Together,” she whispered. While he moved to take the head porting of the half-orc leaving her with the lower half, gee thanks bud, she walked around to find herself at the right standing point to help. The little lady moved to stand between him left, squatting between them at his thighs with her breath held because this man had been fighting with the avian and chasing a fox, he really had a case of sweaty-swampass. Lifting each leg up and over her tiny shoulders, she nodded, “One...two….three….” and then she would rise up with the avain. The healer, previous farm girl, hoisted the half-orc up like he was not a burdan of weight on her shoulders. That lower half not much heavier than a horse or a cow. Her face looked a little quesy as she stared at him pointing with her head that he should be the first to start up the steps and quickly!

Thamalys obliged gracelessly albeit effectively the raise of the Icy One, not without an obvious expression of surprise painted across his face - the Icy One had some aces up her sleeves indeed. Silently nodding - words being rather useless and time being of the essence - the Avian stepped backwards, huffing and puffing, till the unlikely trio found themselves at the basis of the stairs. Such a dis heartening sight, the latter, with those steep, uneven steps spiralling up and up again... no time to complain. With quite an effort the Blue proceeded to set (bare)foot on the first step. The formula seemed to work quite nicely, but after a while the Avian found himself maybe a bit too overconfident. Sharp turn approaching, the head of the Half-Orc would have slammed against the wall, a sounds much like a broken walnut. Terrified, the Blue was about to let the whole of him fall down. "Ehm..." he went trying to clear his throat, "... a thick skull indeed, you were saying, right?" hopefully questioned peering upon the impromptu medication, still miraculously in place. "Maybe a quick break before the final push... what do you say?" He was not playing the gallant type - at all, he himself being quite tired of the ponderous climb. Was it not just a day before yesterday he was dragging the motionless body of that silly knight who dared kiss the Master Healer up hill toward the House, with the messy company of Rohk bringing havoc with him at each step? "Why, I am doing quite some lifting and carrying for the Guild, these days..." he whispered.

Emilia winced hearing his head thunk off the wall, if only due to the sound it made. Blue eyes staring directly at him she worked a smile, “Very thick skulled, why do you think some tribes use their skulls for helmets?” It was at this moment he was talking about wanting to take a pause in their traveling up the stairs that a most silent, but ever deadly gas leaked out of the unconscious half-orc the pair was carrying. She was about to object, then suddenly the small woman fully dropped the lower half of the man, letting his land with a thumping sound against the stairs. If the white would could turn green she would be very sickly green in this very moment. With herself free from holding the man she was turning around, sliding down three uneven steps before leaning over with her hands clasping her stomach. Vomit spewed from her mouth not once, but several times until the contents of her day had all been heaved from her gut. She didn’t turn back around to face the half-orc, or the avian, instead she rested her hands on her knees still half bent over trying to decide if she was going to hurl again or be able to continue up the stairs with Not Lost to get this man to a healer. That gurgling in her stomach as she held up at sign of ‘one moment’ with a finger held as the icy woman heaved up acids this time, a strange colored acid that was pale blue and froze to the floor.

Thamalys was not, luckily enough, anywhere along the dangerous trajectory of the smelly trajectile. And yet, the foul stench did reach him, squarely hitting his sophisticated smell like a pike in the stomach. Was it the end, then? Was the Guild truly about to lose two members in a matter of seconds only, torn apart by the putrid result of a Half-Orc arse? No, the Gods had other planes for those two. The Blue tried to say something, but he stammered something meaningless, mind and body bent and broken by the unworldly tang. He could only watch the Icy One presently saluting her breakfast a second time, the scary detail of the blue puke unsettling him quite much. The couple took their time, waiting at a safe distance from the most dangerous biological inspired weapon laying still near by. The Avian would have laid an hand on the Genasi's shoulder, a firm grip meant to sooth and comfort, every breath a painful battle against the reek. "Oh, I am going to tell him how he almost managed to end the both of us..." he complaint in a broken voice, eventually returning to his original post. "Only few steps missing, Emilia. Please come upstair and have a sit, while I finish with this fellow. I have been told they serve the best minty white chocolate in the whole of Hollow, at the shop on the surface. Let us see whether we managed to... wash away the memory of that stench." He would have dragged poor old Krultik for those final steps, then, disappearing into the much more comforting quarte upstairs, the main part of their smelly quest, completed.

Emilia lifted her black hand up to gentle pat the hand resting on her shoulder, oddly comforting as it was to have his touch when she was spewing forth the contents of her stomach including the acid once nothing else was left. Lucky for the winged one her diet was mostly water and berries, leaving the smell from her more fruity than the nostril-hair singeing gas bomb from the half-orc. That liquid of blue as it hit the ground instantly turned to ice over the regurgitated content and the stairs below, slowly spreading outward until it had thinned itself to the max it could go. In time it would melt burning away with it anything frozen underneath it. The little ice maid really was more unique than most would ever guess, something things like this moment new curious facts to even the woman herself. Finally, that stench had cleared, allowing not only the tiny one but the winged one to breath again, yet as Em turned to look for him he had already finished dragging the heavy brute up the last few stairs. Following up the last few stairs the little maiden found Not Lost and that trainer guy tucked away into a more decent place to awaken in the morning compared to the grounds used for training purpose. A quick word with the stand by medic to alert the ice-woman of his awakening and then her attention was back on her winged friend. Bright blue eyes gazing up at him, “I thank you for your help in that crazed situation, you have come a long way from the moment that I first met you in the woods. I can also see that your basic training in the healing arts has found a stable place to where for the most part I believe you can handle the very basic wound care without someone watching you put a bandage on a cut. With this feat I am glad to pass you up a rank within the Guild. From here on out you will no longer need a guide with you for simple wounds, but anything more serious we will help you out should you choose to mend the worse for wear. I gather that healing is not meant to be your profession in life, that much I can sense from you, but I find no greater joy than giving you the knowledge to handle yourself and aid others in your true calling, Not Lost.” There upon those frozen blue lips a smile shown for just a moment, she was very proud of him in this moment as she was with all past moments shared with the winged one. Running her fingers over her braids, out of a habit of when her hair was wild curls flowing freely, she gave a gentle tug upon one before wrapping it about her finger, “Before we depart to try out this mint white chocolate you speak of, I wish to request that you do not share with anyone else that you seen me within the training grounds…”

Thamalys was intent on trying to take off the worst of the thick dust presently covering him from head to toes, narrow stairs being a bane for clumsy winged beasts indeed. He would have coughed two or three times in a row, partially for the billow of brownish dust raising from his clothing and fractionally because of the mere recall of that abominable miasma he so badly feared he would have never forgotten. A nice, quite flight over the hills, maybe caressing the salty waves of the sea... yes, that would have probably worked. Not now, though, the words of the Icy One, still clearly quite tested by the recent, smelly challenge, bringing him back to a tiny little antechamber in Kelay. He would have dropped his jaw by some extent, not really expecting a speech of that sort - especially so given the former events. He would have remembered that day as the one where he moved a tiny step - well, the first and the last one, most likely - up into the Guild's ranking as well as the day where Krultik almost ended his winged existence without even the need of a blade. "These are kind words, words that mean so much to me. I am the one who shall thank you." he said in a deep voice that sounded odd even to his own ears. "You found me, you brought me into the House, you gave me so much to nail my mind upon. By the wind, I will have you to know that if I am lost no more, that is because of you, and you alone." He would have lowered his head, a cascade of ivory white braids falling on his face, hiding... what, a tear? Surely not! Thamalys-Tzur ae Feinkthan, bred for bloodshed, raised in fear, broken beyond repair and now not even able to find the words he was looking for. Overwhelmed, he would have desisted, focusing instead of that last request of hers. "You have my word, Icy One. I still do not fully grasp why you would insist to hide the whole extent of the rare being you are... ah! Apologies, it is not my place to comment on that. After you, ma'am..." he would have gestured, widely waving his right arm toward the door facing the busy streets of Kelay, the left hand already pulling the wood on the hinges.

Emilia smiled, a brief and gentle smile for the avian as he replied to her announcement of his step up in the Guild and his response to no longer being ‘lost’ anymore with all thanks being directed toward the healer. It was first his reply on her saving him that she replied to, “I find that not all who wander are lost and from the day we met we already said that you were Not Lost, remember? Though I am glad to hear that you are now Found and certain of this change from Not Lost to Found. Something I have experienced myself a time or two, a good feeling, isn’t it?” That smile was back upon those frozen lips as she waved a hand offering a suggestion that the two start their departure from the area before there was another thunder from down under by the half-orc. There was no way in Hollow the Genasi would live through a second wind of that. Once in motion to leaving she would address his second question-not-question, “I have learned the hard way that being something not seen very often on this land comes with a price on my head. If someone isn’t wanting to sell me to a collector someone is out to have be locked up for a number of reasons...the last time very nearly took my life from me. That, as well as a few other things from the past I do not wish to repeat again, ever….” her words would fall into a faded whisper, then she’d add, “How about that drink now?” A smile for him before the two would exit their adventure into the streets of Kelay.