RP:Beautifully Broken

Synopsis: Krystan's death leaves those closest to him out of sorts, namely, his beloved Lanara. The witch is inconsolable to hear of the loss of her lover, and friends and strangers band together to offer their condolences.

Talyara was resting in her cottage, having been brought there by Linn after her mutant squirrel attack. Her shoulder was all healed thanks to the elf in the clinic back in Xalious but it was still sore and tender to the touch and certain movements. She was still uncomfortable being in her little house, especially by herself. It was as if there was a heaviness in her heart and she was afraid to be alone there. However, she knew she had to get over this anxiety and so she was trying. Taly was sitting in her gifted armchair, legs curled underneath her as she idly read a book, twirling a lock of hair around her pointer finger. As she turns the page a letter suddenly appears folded up between the pages. The faint scent of lavender and rose immediately tipped the witch off, knowing it was from Lana. The tear stains were cause for concern and Taly quickly moved to open it, emerald eyes flying across the beautiful script. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she had to read the note several times before it sunk in. Perhaps even before it had done so, Taly is on her feet and flying through the door. Forgoing her cloak despite the snowstorm outside, the witch runs from the house and stumbles her way towards the tavern. Upon reaching the heavy door she throws it open, lips tinted blue from the cold and snow clinging to her hair and clothes. She immediately spies her sister seated on the floor by the hearth and runs towards her, knocking over chairs as she goes. Taly throws herself to her knees and pulls her sister in a tight embrace and holds her as close as she can. “Oh Lana...I am sorry. I am so, so sorry,” she croaks out barely above a whisper.

Linn was seated leaning over the bar with a morose expression over his face for much of the day. With the delay of Leone’s expedition that he had left Artia for he was already disappointed, and when he decided to make use of his time to check the board and see if anyone was looking for him for information everything turned upside-down with the news of Krystan. Sure, he got a death-threat from the man not two nights ago, but that honestly meant nothing compared to what Lanara has lost. He didn’t even need the note to know what had happened, and the moment he saw Lanara in the tavern he had drawn up beside her at the hearth, offering whatever consoling company he could for her, plates removed and stacked next to his pack which was set by one of the chairs if she desired any closeness. Talyara bursting into the tavern caused him to turn his head with brows raised, but he made way for the witch to be with her sister for herself, whatever conversation he may have had with Lanara already burned out.

Lanara sits on the floor, before the hearth, with tears steadily streaming over her slightly tanned cheeks. Donning a barely-there black leather dress, that left little to the imagination of most men, and knee-high boots, she cradles a small red panda cub in her arms. Those that knew Lana well would know that the dress was Talyara’s and that the panda cub was Crimson, and that both related to the man she had loved and lost. Upon hearing Linn at her side and Taly enter the room, she doesn’t bother to look up to meet their sympathetic faces, as she was just as uninformed as they were, as the tavern board didn’t give any answers to Krystan’s death. Tears fall in perfect, constant, rhythm, and the elf repeatedly strokes the fur of the small cub. “This was his favorite dress, as he ripped it from me one evening, in passion… And this was the pet that he gave to me, when he was trying to woo me…” Crimson’s fur was soaked in tears, and stuck to his head like glue, though the cub just whimpers and clings to the witch, seeking to give her comfort. Nuzzling a ruby pendent that was worn faithfully around her neck, it was as if the creature knew that the giver of the necklace had died on the receiver, and that was why she wept. Fresh tears mingle with the old, and the woman is covered from her cheeks to her bosom in sob stains, which she doesn’t bother to brush away. Nothing further is said as she stares into the flames, and is the epitome of a broken heart. As her beloved sister clings to her form and aims to comfort her and offer her condolences, she merely nods, rocking idly from side to side, in shock.

Talyara relinquishes her tight grip around Lana to move to her side. Normally, the mention of a ripped away dress in a moment of passion would halt Taly’s words, but she remained mum. Slowly, she draws her arm around Lana’s slight frame, tugging on her slightly so she might lean against Taly in comfort. The witch gently leans her head against her sister and simply holds her and lets her cry. Taly had experienced heartbreak on two previous occasions but neither lover was taken in such a way as this, so suddenly. The half elf casts a sideways glance at Linn for a moment, before focusing on her sister once more. Taly was at a loss for words and her heart felt crushed beneath the weight of this news. The witch would do -anything- to prevent her sister from feeling any pain, and not being able to do anything to heal it made it worse. Taly remains silent and gently runs her fingers through her sister’s hair, trying to soothe her in any way possible.

Linn could only sit there with Lanara and Talyara, draping his own arm over the weeping witches’ shoulders to hold her between himself and her sister. He knew what it was like to have closeness shattered in a single moment, but that loss was one filled with fury and adrenaline that masked its crushing weight. Here… he had nothing. Any patrons that stared were met with a furious glance that commanded them to continue on their own business, and a tightening fist at any that dared continued would prompt them to back off. Ultimately, he had no words that he could give Lanara right now, the only comfort that he could find to offer being in the shared hugs about her.

Lanara raises a finger to point to the tavern board, where she first encountered the heartbreaking news, in case either of them desired to read the notice. The woman’s body begins to shake from head to toe and she screams at the top of her lungs, a long, anguished, release of hot air and sadness, which causes the flames in the fire to rise higher. Crimson leaps from her grasp, startled and confused, and runs to hide beneath a table. “He… He died! He… He…” Sobbing uncontrollably now, Lana wraps her arms tightly around Taly, as her wailing echoes against the tavern walls. Even Drargon, who is usually so composed, frowns and offers Linn a pile of napkins to hand to the distraught witch. Between her muffled sobs, she speaks against her sister’s neck, though those nearby can discern her words. “I know he was only mine for less than a month, but I –loved- him… I LOVED HIM! He… He was my first true love, and I gave him all of me. And I don’t know what happened… The last time I saw him he told me he loved me, over and over and over… And now? I will never hear those words again. I will –never- see his face or hear his voice. He… He left me.” As Linn wraps his arms around them both, she wraps her one arm about his torso, allowing them both to envelope her in comfort. “Why didn’t the Goddess let me go with him?” She whispers, before dissolving in tears once more, unable to breathe and slightly choking, from the hysterical crying.

Talyara feels her own tears well up in her eyes as her sister grabs onto her and lets out a hellish, anguished scream, one of inexpressible pain. Taly holds her sister tightly and simply allows her to cry, to scream, to get her emotion out in any way she seems fit. As Lana cries of her love for Krystan and his love of her she merely nods and coos, “I know, I know,” over and over, rocking her sister slightly as they embraced. When Lana questions why the Goddess didn’t take her as well, Taly pulls back slightly and places her hands on her sister’s shoulders. “Because it’s not your time, Lana. I know not what happened to Krystan, I cannot explain why he was only gifted to you for a short period of time. It does not matter how short the story as long, as it was full of love. And nothing, not even death, can take that away from you.”

Linn winced at the echoing scream before throwing the vigilant fiery glance back around the tavern, wordlessly commanding everyone to stick to their own business. His head bowed in respectful silence for Lanara as she spoke of what she had gained and lost so quickly, their love had burned brighter than any other that he had seen in his life, and in an instant, it was left shattered, leaving her to pick up the pieces. When she finally questioned about leaving this realm with Krystan, the enchanter’s expression flinched, though his embrace continued to hold her steady and strong through her sobbing. Talyara gave whatever words he could have found, and many that he couldn’t have, much more eloquently than he felt he could. Feeling that he could finally say something he finally spoke for the first time in hours, softly, evenly, solemnly. “We’ll live. We’ll rebuild. To lose this hurts, but we can still take that pain and be better for it.” It was the idea that guided him through his loss of family. He could only hope that it would work here as well.

Lanara lifts her head and meets Taly’s gaze, with eyes that looked like a swirling pool of chocolate. “I just… I want him to come back… I… If I believed in dark magic, I would do it, myself. But… I don’t, and I can’t, and I won’t. So I just have to live my life, without love, without happiness, and without a heart… He took that when he died.” Removing her arms from the both of their forms, she lifts her hands to swat at her damp face, and dabs at her nose with a tissue. Lana’s eyes were growing swollen from crying, and she was having trouble seeing through the slits that remained, though she wouldn’t and couldn’t stop shedding her sorrow. Looking around the tavern at those that were whispering behind her back at the spectacle before them, she lowers her head as her cheeks turn a pinkish hue. “Linn… What if I don’t want to rebuild, without him? I… I don’t know what to do, now. Taly has you, and I… I don’t have anything, anymore. I’m on my own, completely. I left my job to be with him, and I’m not allowed to venture to Cenril or beyond, because of the horror we left behind. All I have is my pets, and a broken heart. He didn’t even say goodbye…” The realization of her situation hits her, and she shakes her head quickly, causing her long locks to slap against her face. “Not that I care… I’m better off with nothing. Then it’s less to mourn, when I lose it…”

Encinal was back in Frostmaw for some unknown reason, just something was not settled with the elf and he could not tell what it was. This time he was wearing a thicker robe, it made his face warmer as he pulled the hood over his head and hoping it around those cheeks. Into the Tavern he went, knowing that if there was something in this Frozen Tundra, it would be here. The elf was greeted with something heart-wrenching, Lanara grieving the loss of Krystan and for a moment his hands came over his heart. The sleeves of his robes started to fall back, the elegant male slowly pulling off his robe since the room was warm and placing it over the back of the seat before he approached Talyara, Linn, and Lanara. His tongue clicked softly, lips opening up to speak softly towards the grieving, “What is this I hear? Lady Lanara, dark magic?” A look of confusion knitted into Encinal’s brow as the druid stepped forward, “Does one resurrect flowers instead of planting new ones?” A slender finger slid across Lanara’s cheek, wiping up a tear. His hand turned, displaying the wet droplet on his finger as another hand moved to slowly wipe it away, his fingers folding in tight and then loosening up. A pale, green light started to flow as from the droplet a Lily, a symbol of mourning, formed, Encinal offering it to Lanara, “I mourn your loss, Lady Lanara, but we must celebrate the things of his life and admire the beauty in how he lived.”

Talyara sits back on her knees and watches her sister, sadly shaking her head and causing her own chestnut waves to spill across her shoulders. “First of all, you know you have me. Always and forever and nothing or no one can change that. And you are right, you cannot bring him back, even if you did use dark magic, it wouldn’t be him, and he would be a shell of his former self.” Taly runs a hand through her hair as her sister speaks of not rebuilding, of not moving on. She opens her mouth to speak only to have Encinal approach, offering his condolences and making a valid point that she, herself was about to make. “Lana I would not expect you to say anything different right now. But I promise, there will come a day when the pain won’t be so overwhelming, a day when you decide that you will live again and not just for you, but for Krystan as well. That man,” she offers her sister a half smile. “That man perhaps angered me more than anyone, but he had a zest for life, a certain whimsy in his temper. He of all people would not wish for you to throw your life away for him.”

Laezila had no idea what she was walking into; she had been absorbed in her own problems, mainly that of trying to control and adjust to urges of thirst for the sweet sanguine of life, which had since become the nourishment for the young drow. With the absence of the gray elf and the other drow, that former slave that she couldn't quite recall the name of, the ex-matron was once again one of the only drow seen around these wintery lands, but she stayed for good reason. Not only was safety from her own nature in the form of the Steward and friends present within the Frost Giants' home, so too was the safety against the drow, who had that substantial, life-changing amount of money on her head in the form of a bounty. So, Laezila had since become familiar with Frostmaw, hardly ever was seen outside of its walls, and thus it was little surprise that the young and paling ebony-skinned woman opted to pay a visit to the tavern. What she did not expect was Lanara, Linn, Encinal (had she ever met that one before?), and even Talyara whom she hadn't seen in some time. But the words exchanged caused the vampire's steps toward the last of the group to halt on the perimeter of the gathered, and wrap coat-sleeved arms around her own slender form. Lanara; the drow was hesitant to interact with the woman that was in such sorrow. But yet, her own heart broke watching her suffering.

Linn only held Lanara tighter throughout her loss. Tears were beginning to sprout from his own eyes as she spoke of living without any more love. He was left searching for words all the way until she said she was on her own, though he waited until she had finished with her own expectations of loss which caused him to take in a sharp breath and tighten his hold as if she would slip away at any moment. “No…” he choked out before an intense conviction crept into his voice. “Don’t –ever- fall to that darkness. Without each other, none of us would ever make it past our first days.” A beat, “You’re not on your own. And you never will be. You have us, and you have everyone else who has been touched by your care and love looking out for you.” The arrival of Encinal and his recognition of the witch only reinforced things. He turned his head to motion towards those who had come close to offer their support. “See us gather around for you right now? You have much more than nothing still.” His head fell. Maybe this was becoming too much. “I will stop talking if you wish. But I will remain here for you.” To confirm his statement he gave Lanara a soft squeeze to remind her of his presence before falling silent, allowing more room for her own words.

Lanara doesn’t even hear the door creak open or notice the entering of two others, as she’s so distraught over the loss of Krystan. All she notices are the tears that continuously fall, and the aching in her heart, that refuses to go away. Linn and Taly are noticed, off and on, though the woman appears as though she has blinders on, or that her mind is constantly wandering to thoughts of her departed lover. Rising to her feet, she stands on wobbly legs, and doesn’t bother to lower the hem of her mini-dress as she wraps her arms around her torso, and shivers, though she’s not cold. As Encinal appears before her, she looks through him, rather than at him, as though he were not inches from her face. One the male’s finger makes contact with her skin, she seems to recoil, and merely stare at his appendage, before following the trail of his arm and settling her beautiful eyes on his handsome face. Even when weeping the witch was lovely to gaze upon, though her appearance was the farthest thing from her mind, at the moment. The hot mess leans in and watches the magic unfold before her, only to fall silent and sniffle, upon seeing the lily. As though the sigh of nature brought her strength, the woman seems to calm and her tears fall at a slower interval. “Th-thank you...” She murmurs, before doing the unthinkable and hurling herself into Encinal’s arms and hugging him tightly. Placing her damp cheek against his shoulder, she shifts her gaze to the nearing figure of Laezila, and senses the woman’s hesitation. The drow wasn’t exactly a friend, though she wasn’t a foe, either, and so Lana just regarded her with an even expression. The witch was too deep in her mourning to offer a faint smile or even a nod, as all the sobbing had exhausted her every movement. For a moment it appeared that she would actually fall asleep while having her body pressed against Encinal’s, though at the last moment, she snaps her eyes back open and releases the male from the somewhat unexpected embrace. Once more, she raises her hands to dry beneath her eyes, and looks at Taly, and finally at Linn, and upon seeing his teary gaze, she nearly loses her composure, again. “Linn… He loved you. He said you were like a brother to him… And… I just… I wanted you to know that. Okay? And I love you, too. You are like a brother to me, and Taly is –so- lucky to have you in her life. So the two of you… I need you both to love each other with every breath and to never let go of what you have, even when times may be tough. Because I –never- want either of you to ever endure what I am going through…. And…” Now she takes a step back and addresses the four that are gathered. “I want –all- of you to always rethink your actions, before you hastily decide to make a move that could affect a loved one… Especially one where you put your life in danger. I don’t know the answers to Krystan’s death, but I do know that he was reckless at times. It was charming, at first, but now? Look at me! Please… Think before you all act.”

Encinal knew exactly how to react, her body smacking against his at first, causing the male to ‘oomph’, but he merely extended those thin arms around her frame, lifting the palm of his hand to her brow so he could wipe the hair out of her face. The other settled around to her back, rubbing gently as he settled her into his chest, placing the lily behind her ear to pin the hair back. The soothing voice of the male only cooed for Lanara, remaining silent as his head turned. Feeling -something- in the room only to notice the drow. That groomed brow furrowed in question before turning back to the bereaved, “No thanks needed, lovely. Tis every elf’s duty.” His voice was flowery, dripping of honey as he let her pull away, but he managed to slide his touch down her arm, stealing her hand for a confident, firm squeeze in reassurance, only to let go if she did. It was not Encinal’s place to speak as Lanara gave her speech, compassion filling those crystalline blue eyes as he let her regain her voice.

Talyara lofts her brows in surprise as Laezila joined the surrounding group despite her hesitation. The last time Taly had seen her was her night of blood lust when her and Linn helped the fledgling vampire to the fort. As Linn spoke his piece Taly grants him a half smile, so loving and caring towards almost everyone he came in contact with. Lanara’s sudden affection towards Encinal causes another lift of her brows, but his gentleness with words and actions help ease her sister’s anxiety slightly, as well as her own. Taly folds her slender fingers in her lap, emerald eyes on her sister as she gives her impassioned speech. Her words cut deep as Taly was often known to act recklessly especially in the face of danger. She has no words for her sister at this point, her green eyes briefly catching her sister’s chocolate ones, and nodding her head in understanding. “Just promise me back that you will take your own advice,” she speaks softly.

Laezila did not come close as Linn beckoned, but rather remained upon the perimeter of the group and the outskirts where she was more comfortable. The questioning glance from Encinal caused the young drow woman to tense in light of the existing hatred between elves and drow, immediately with the assumption that any new face bearing elven traits might despise that paled ebony skin. Her face, with nearly crystalline blue eyes like the half-elf's own and striking in its intensity, was marked with three parallel scars that went from the corner of her forehead across her youthful face, and to the opposite jawline like the remnants of a claw swipe. As Lanara spoke, the ex-matron subtly moved more toward her best friend's back, decisively keeping Linn and Talyara between herself and the pair of Lanara and Encinal; not that she was afraid of either of them, but rather because she was wary. Lanara did not seem to particularly care for the drow, from Laezila's perspective, and in her distraught state the bladedancer couldn't be certain how she might act. Encinal was a total unknown. Lanara's sudden composure and speech was met with silence, though the news of Linn and Talyara together caused her to adopt a complete look of surprise.

Linn released his grasp at Lanara’s will to allow her to stand and address Encinal. The elf’s flowery speech made the enchanter purse his lips in some kind of distaste, but he bit his tongue, seeing Lanara’s improvement at the man’s involvement was enough to dispel any negative feelings that he might have had. Instead a genuinely respectful nod was offered his way. When Krystan’s feelings about Linn were let into the air in front of everyone he gave a single, slow nod as his eyes closed. He hadn’t come to feel the same way about the assassin in the brief time they knew each other, but the relation was something to be respected regardless. Laezila’s approach was entirely lost in Linn’s fixation on Lanara as she spoke. When the witch stepped back to address everyone with orders of her own, a…smile? Came over the enchanter’s expression. Whether or not she knew it she was finding the pieces, learning from them, making something of them. His gaze flickered towards Talyara’s response with a small nod. Lanara was just as equally a loved one to him and Talyara, and the loss of her would be just as crushing as Krystan’s was to the witch herself. Finding everything that he would say already being said he stayed true to his word, standing in silence, offering a slight, solemn smile as he was already finding the light in the witch in front of him reigniting itself with an understanding of what had happened.

Lanara holds Encinal’s hand, even after she gives her speech, as though she needed contact to survive. The pretty elf was being clingy, emotional, and extremely vulnerable, tonight, and was showing a side of herself that she rarely showed to anyone, let alone two strangers. Linn and Taly were the closest beings in the lands that really knew Lana, and it was a rare moment that she was sharing with them, too. Often mischievous, upbeat, and carefree, the woman was clearly so much more than that, as she was letting her heart bleed in a public tavern. Sure, her relationship with Krystan was extremely short-lived, but it was real, and his death has shaken her to the core. At her sibling’s words of returning the promise, she doesn’t respond and quickly diverts her gaze to anyone or anything, other than Talyara. Preaching was easier than actually leading as an example, and with her heart shattered in two, she wasn’t about to make any promises. Promises. Sighing as the memory of Krystan comes crashing back to her, as if she could ever forget him; she drops the elf’s hand and merely bows her head. Crimson, who was peeking at them from beneath the table, now wanders out and nuzzles Lana’s ankle, wanting to be picked up and cuddled. The sight of the cub tugs at the witch’s heart, as she bends over to pick up the small panda, forgetting that her dress was so short. Upon rising, cub in arms, she inches the hem of the dress down her slender thighs and meets the gaze of Taly. “I can’t stay in the cottage. In the bed… It… It will smell of him. I can’t see that. Not yet… I… I’m not ready. I think I’m just going to rent a room here, for tonight. I will be by tomorrow to clean your house, as you left it, before lending it to us. And, um, I, uh… I have to go and claim his body soon…” Her voice trails off, and the tears return as she strokes Crimson behind his ears, her lower lip trembling as she tries to bite back her sobs. “I just want to go to bed. Um… Maybe you and Linn can handle the preparations? I know it’s a lot to ask… Um… Just like the flowers, and maybe get a bard or whatever… After we claim the body, we will bury him. Near the mines of Xalious. That’s where I first met him… I… I have to go…” Walking quickly, she stops near the base of the stairs, to catch her breath, and in case anyone wished to bid her goodnight. Drargon, free of charge, slips her a room key.

Encinal squeezed at her hand as she clinged to him, noticing Linn out of the corner of his eye and merely returning the gesture. His head dipping to nod to the other as he turned towards Talyara. The elf really needed to learn to get use to this amount of -new- people for himself, but curiosity always got the best of him and he turned back towards Laezila, noticing the hardened demeanor of the drow. Encinal had been isolated, no such hatred of drow had been bred into him, and with such a thought his brow raised, what was this dark skinned woman so unsettled by? As he contemplated the nature of strangers, his body turned while Crimson came over, graced with the sight of Lanara’s rather shapely… Before anyone could tell the difference, Encinal’s face took the shade of the panda’s namesake, gracefully and tactfully moving to tug at the hem of Lanara’s dress, refusing to say much in hopes that no one would notice and allow her to keep her dignity. The blood wouldn’t fade from his cheeks at all as he swallowed visibly, eyes shifting about to observe who noticed and hopefully it was no one. It was all he could do to stand there fidgeting with that loose, white shirt, as Lanara made her way up the stairs, giving the maiden a small finger wave goodnight.

Talyara :: As Laezila moves behind Talyara and Linn, the witch tilts her head back, peering at the former drow matron upside down, attempting to give her a reassuring smile. Taly winces slightly as Lana bends over to scoop up her pet only to have the hem of her dress scoot a few inches up. Taly catches Encinal’s flushed face but makes no comment. The half elf nods her head in understanding as Lanara explains her inability to return to the cottage just yet--Taly herself had only just returned herself. As her sister moves towards the stairs, Talyara stands and crosses over to her sister and pulls her into a hug. “Anything you need of me, I will do my dear sister.” A chaste kiss is placed on her cheek before full lips would tilt towards Lana’s tapered ear to issue a whisper.

Talyara whispered to Lanara, "I love you my dear sister. I know you can't see it now, but things will get better, the pain will lessen its grip on your heart. You are more than my sister, you are my soul mate. And I love you."

Laezila remained behind Linn and Talyara, and caught the reassuring smile of the latter to give a half-hearted one of her own; it was the sudden flush of Encinal's face, however, that drew the vampire's attention. Her gaze fixated on the painted features of heated blood at the forefront of the skin in the affront of embarrassment. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and her hand reached out to grip the back of Linn's armor for some stability.

Linn, seeing Lanara becoming more coherent and decisive began to lighten up himself, the smile of solemnity growing to one of relief and happiness. The display of her dress was met with a brief, mindless flicker of the eyes at most before they returned to attention on her face. At the mention of cleaning the house he began a silent laugh before remembering just who had put it back in order before Talyara and him arrived there last night. Instead he glanced towards Talyara with the light smile, “Don’t worry about it Lanara. We’ll take care of it.” His breathing tightened slightly as the physical reality of Krystan’s death returned to them. The body. The funeral and burial. As she excused herself he nodded with a warm smile, accepting what had to be done, “Go get some sleep. We will take care of everything we need to.” With Talyara’s hug he was about to approach before the hand gripped over the plate covering his back, causing him to jolt with the sudden realization of Laezila’s presence. He turned his head to get a view of the matron behind him with an awkward smile of greeting, though it was short lived before he was looking to go rest himself. Once everything had died down he would approach Lanara and Talyara to take them both in a hug of his own after the whispering. “We’re always here for you. Always.” He spoke before releasing himself unless held there to get his own room and rest for the night.

Lanara returns the hug to her sister and gives her a gentle squeeze, as Crimson nips the half-elf on her shoulder, as he was quite possessive of his mistress. Pulling back, the witch nods at the whisper as tears pour from her eyes, though she does manage to softly speak. “I love you, too… The thought of sleeping alone is so awful. I… I got used to having him hold me as I sleep. I will miss that, more than anything…” As Linn approaches and pulls her into a hug, she gives him a tight squeeze and moans softly; as if it pains her to be embracing the sole friend of the man she had loved and lost. The hug would end as quickly as it began, and she would peer up at Linn with the most apologetic gaze she could muster. For a fleeting moment she considers asking Taly and Linn to both join her in her bedroom, just so she wouldn’t have to feel so alone. But who would hold her and love her the way that –he- did, before all of this happened? Shaking her head, she tucks a strand of hair behind a pointed ear and races up the stairs, only to slam the door of the rented room quickly behind her, with a bang. A few moments pass before heart-wrenching sobs are heard, throughout the tavern, and even Drargon sheds a single tear, which he quickly wipes away. Lanara was broken, and only time would tell if the damage was irreparable.