RP:Grog, Gold and Gratitude

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Xzavior was in the kitchen making some coffee for him and Sabrina. Leifa still laid in the bed with her, snuggling in close. He didn't feel like leaving the house with Sabs feeling the way she was. He wasn't too concerned with what would happen today, or anyone trying to intrude on the peace with the hellhound outside. Taking a drink of his own coffee he went to the room and placed the coffee on the nightstand next to her. "Feeling any better?"

Orikahn barges into the clearing surrounding the naga's cabin, clad in plate armor, tomahawk in hand, panting heavily. His three eyes glint in overt ferocity. It's plain the cat is in kill-mode and is hot on the tracks of some prey, or, perhaps rather, he was. Confusion taints his feral expression as he sweeps his eyes across the familiar space. Lungs still heaving in exertion, the cat begins prowling around the perimeter, sniffing and listening keenly at the wood's edge. He must be missing something. Perhaps he's lost the trail? Either way, the massive, anthroporphic sabercat apparently isn't giving up yet.

Sabrina’s eyes blink open. It wasn’t until now she had realized she must’ve fallen asleep at some point in the night, but given her full dressed attire she had difficulty placing exactly when that was. She wore full leathers, still had her boots on, and Yerrel’s bindings beneath her clothes were still as tight as if he just put them on. Despite the limited torso movement, she was feeling loads better and she pats Leifa’s head before pushing herself to sit upright against the pillows. Coffee. She gives up on Leifa and reaches for the coffee and taking it in both hands. He earns no words this morning as the cup is brought to her lips for a very satisfying sip. She looks to Xzavior, eyes hazed over in their bonded fog. “There is something out there.” She moves to get up from the bed, Ro had alerted her of a predator somewhere on the grounds and by the time she makes it past the door to the bay window she looks at the place at the front door where his melty spot sat steaming but empty. Somewhere along the tree line Rohk was hunting a hunter. Or maybe an opossum, with him it was hard to tell.

Xzavior followed her when she went to the window but when he saw who it was he went out the clearing to confront Orikahn with a bit of caution, "What's going on? You look like someone is chasing you down." He kinda guessed who it was that was chasing him so instead of waiting for him to answer he made his way behind him and called out in no particular direction, "He's a friend Rohk, he's fine." He wasn't too sure who it would be between the two to cause the next bit of trouble but before it could happen he lead Orik inside and closed the door behind them. Leifa had ran out after Sabrina had left her side and was looking out the window with her as well. When the new person came in she carefully made her way forwards and sniffed in his direction.

Orikahn sniffs again, eyes narrowing as he tries to place the smell. Wolf-sulphur. Fire-dog? He sniffs again, eyes flickering about as his grip on the tomahawk tightens. Just then, Xzavior catches his eye, and the snake beckons him inside. "Scale-belly." The cat addresses him in gruff, suspicious tones. "There is trouble afoot." Though Orikahn hesitates, he obliges the naga's urging and hurries in. "Strange beasts in the forest today," says the three-eyed, saber toothed cat man, "odd sounds, odd scents. Who is this?" He points at Sabrina without bothering to look at her, for he obviously expects Xzavior to offer a fitting explanation.

Sabrina sunk down in the bay window, her eyes visibly changing from emerald to sage. She reaches for Leifa a few paces out and withdraws as her action is ignored. That little Wyvern had more gumshoe than anything the Elfess had seen that size. Curious little creature. She blinks as she is pointed, even looks over her shoulder at the nobody present behind her. Rohk had given a sigh, noisy footfalls announcing his location as he tramps down the walk and resumes a place where he can hear things going on inside. That Naga bastard thought he knew what was good for his Elfes. Presumptuous ass. In a heated huff he takes two laps around his melty spot and plops his large plated form in the slushy mess. The Elfess felt considerably out of place; the cat-man was not like his other visitors. A little more primal, and a little more… male. She liked him better already.

Xzavior looked at Rohk when he huffed and smirked a bit. He wasn't all bad. When you get to know him. Or beat him in a fight. When Orik pointed to Sabrina he looked back and smiled at the cat. "That is Sabrina, she and I have been together for quite a while now. But yea. Strange beasts who have a tendency to disregard some things and do as they wish." He chuckled and waved it off. "make yourself comfortable and calm down. You're safe here." Leifa was always curious. She was still young and before this all she knew was snow and ice, so seeing such new things was a constant adventure for her. She cautiously got closer to Orik and when she was close looked up at him and gave a small warbling sound, a sort of question asking what he was.

Orikahn gives a blast of affirmation from his nares at Sabrina's introduction, and he throws her a glance, evaluating her from head to toe in a callous instant. Rohk, meanwhile catches Orikahn's attention, and the cat mouths a silent "aha" as he understands, at last, the nature of the odd beast he'd been tracking. Or perhaps that had been tracking *him*. No matter now. "I bring grog." Procuring a bulging wineskin from beneath his cloak, the cat holds it out, offering it to the naga. It sloshes around in his large, pawlike hands. "To share with you. And with your guests." He hasn't forgotten the hospitality of the Naga. Perhaps this will be a way, too, to make fast friends with Sabrina. Kahn had observed the power of libation to secure social advantages before.

Sabrina runs her fingers through her hair, getting it stuck on some tangles and regretted not being in proper form when being introduced, but it was so very sudden and instead she links her fingers in her lap and sits flushed and silent. It was all very uncomfortable for her. Had Rohk known Xzavior’s thoughts he’d have called it a draw, unfinished business that would commence as soon as the Elf-Bitch wasn’t around to referee. More thoughts on the newcomer enter her mind through him and she is quick to pretend she didn’t hear a thing, but eventually, a fight Rohk wants is a fight Rohk gets. Her eyes flash to Orikahn guiltily, the sage fading into a minty green as Leifa finally gives up on earning attention and returns to the elfess for some much needed attention. She whispers the elvish word for ‘feline’ in Leifa’s auricular, earning her a nip and a chirpy scolding as it must’ve tickled.

Xzavior took the grog and chuckled. "Thanks friend. I'll be sure to pass this around when we feel like forgetting the night." He moved to place it in the icebox and came back, crossing his arms with a smile as he did, "So what brings you around here? Or were you lead here by the hound?" Leifa felt bad for nipping Ithil like that. So with a cold tongue she licked the spot she bit thinking that it would make the pain go away.

Orikahn nods as the naga accepts the gift. "To return your good will," the cat explains simply. Feeling a twinge, Kahn rolls his left shoulder, wincing slightly, and he reaches up as though to rub at it through his armor. Naturally, the gesture is ineffectual. "Hmph," he grimaces. "Still working out my shoulder." A suspicious glance slide Sabrina's way. "It still troubles me after..." Deciding not to finish, he looks instead to the playful hatchling on the floor. "Your pets?" It's an obvious question, mostly to change the subject.

Sabrina makes a face as the cold tongue passes over her face, but excuses the youngling’s behavior due to age and general adorableness. Orikahn rolls his shoulder, the ever watching eye of the healer recognizing a stubborn-to-heal injury forces her to rise. She was still weary but her glance to Xzavior indicate he should offer to take a look at least. She would observe unless she was needed, though she wasn’t up to full par yet so she would be hesitant to step in until that point. Xzavior still had to learn to diagnose and administer treatment and any practice would help to secure his spot at Yerrel’s.

Xzavior had seen the shoulder roll as well but when he asked about pets he looked back at the two, "Leifa yes, she's been here for a while but Sabs is my love." He moved forward and motioned to take off the armor piece. "You walked into a house with two healers with a hellhound outside, so you're going to have to tell us what happened." It was a joke but it was still something he needed to know. And Orik was a friend so that counted for something as well.

Orikahn bristles when Sabrina stands, and his bushy tail doubles in volume as it gives an agitated swish. He doesn't enjoy the feeling of being ganged up on, but in fairness, his shoulder *has* been nagging at him for ages now. "I was," his jaw grits, "cramped up for quite some time." It's an understatement, and certainly a deception by omission, but it gets the gest across. "I got out, but my shoulder hasn't yet recovered." Just talking about it makes him want to flex it again. Trioptic gaze flickers between the two and, gradually, obligingly, the massive sabercat begins to undo the plates of his pauldrons to expose the fur of his shoulder beneath.

Sabrina nodded in agreement to Xzavior though continued to remain silent. She would have assisted the feline with the removal of his armor, careful not to actually touch him all the while. His pieces would be stacked neatly. Orikahn would have towered over her, at her full height she still only managed to come just to his chest and that was with the aid of a two-inch secret advantage. His armor was heavy, but she would manage, taking the items in an odd silence but being socially inept made words more difficult to cypher let alone return in proper tone. Plainly, she was rude by nature and didn’t wish to upset any balance Xzavior would have had with his comrades. Leifa sneaks a sniff to the armor. The armor falls over. Sabrina stacks it back up, scolding her lightly in elegant elvish tongue. She does take this time during Xzavior’s assessment to wonder off to the kitchen since people who came here eventually ended up with food of some sort. She comes back out with... gods what was on that plate? Seriously, there may be sticks hiding between rows of berries and if given a proper sniff. Herring, of some sort. Probably pickled.

Xzavior hummed softly looking over the shoulder and when he explained as to why his shoulder was hurt Xzavior raised a brow, "Cramped. I'll have to check to see if I have anything for that, but right now." He placed a hand on the cat's shoulder and cooled it down so that the most likely swelled muscles shrank and after that went off to find the herbs and what not for them.

Sabrina watched him go. Setting the plate down on the table for them to partake in if they needed she went to the door to get her bow. Slinging it carefully across her form. She gives Orikahn a formal bow. “It was nice to meet you.” Her common was broken, poor at best as her tongue was fit for the more elegant tones of her own kind. She had sensed his unease from the get-go and decided his care might be better suited to Xzavior alone. Too many people, as she knew, could make a person very uncomfortable. She opens the door, taking her leave without her standard goodbye kiss. No reason to make the cat anymore uncomfortable. Giving Leifa a gentle pat she bids her an elvish farewell. Out the door she goes, Rohk trotting closely at her heels.

Orikahn makes no objection as Sabrina moves to assist, and he allows her to work as she sees fit, gradually exposing the offending shoulder until the healers can work as they desire. He would have been startled by the sudden cold on his shoulder, in truth he *is* surprised, but the relief that follows is enough to assuage his suspicious instincts. The armor topples then, and Kahn jumps beneath Xzavior's hand, reaching immediately for the handle of his tomahawk, only to discover the harmless source. "Be more careful," he rebukes little Liefa under his breath, but in the end he merely urges himself to relax again. "I was in a cage," he elaborates, confiding in Xzavior. Something about a healer. How do they get past our defenses so easily? "For a long time. Maybe a month, I can't really..." Trailing off, Kahn discovers himself sniffing. What's that *smell?*

Xzavior had always been that good. He had made Sabs fall in love with him when she thought she could never love and got someone who hid their past as well as he to talk about it. "Months in a cage will do that to someone. Why were you in one in the first place?" He didn't worry about Leifa when Orik reached for the tomahawk, though Leifa looked at him, hearing his comment and chirped her own rebuttal for why she did it. Xzavior came back with the herbs and handed to them all wrapped up. "You'll need those later when your shoulder starts hurting again." He didn't really concern himself with the smell. Leifa was already on it, giving the plate a look before taking a small bite and instantly regretting it. She gagged a bit and ran outside to drink from the river outside.

Orikahn eyes the pickled herring with distaste, and when Leifa takes a bit, the cat's suspicions are confirmed. "I was in prison," he mutters, distracted by the young wyvern's reaction. Kahn will forego the dish, and he exerts a portion of his energies to ignore the smell. The herbs help to this effect, and he holds them close under his chin. "Do I eat them?" It's an honest question, and he eyes the plant matter with a dubious eye. Certainly, he could choke them down if he wished, but he doesn't know how pleasant it will be.

Xzavior couldn't help but smile a little at her reaction but turned to Orikahn when he asked about the herbs, "You can yes, but if you want I can turn them into a potion if you want." He took the plate and tossed out the contents into the woods. "Don't tell Sabs I did that. In prison hm? It wouldn't be because of the whole Frostmaw incident would it?" He talked about it as if it were apart of a normal conversation, Mainly because he didn't really care about it. Orik was a good guy in his books and thats all that mattered really.

Orikahn considers the offer, but in the end, he gently shakes his head. "Fine like this." Seeing the dish discarded is hardly disappointing to the cat, quite the contrary in fact, and Xzavior's request for secrecy is met with a very solemn nod indeed. None shall know. And the prison incident? "Naturally." The cat responds, and rather humorlessly at that. "Not part of the plan," he adds, "but that's what happened." A sigh, and he sticks his nose in the herbs, taking a deep, evaluating breath and exhaling with apparent satisfaction. He gives his shoulder a testing roll and, discovering it doesn't feel quite a sore as before, he moves to begin donning his armor once more. "What do I owe you, Xzavior? I doubt I could pay you in more grog."

Xzavior paused and looked back at Orik. He hadn't really thought about being paid for this sort of thing before having always done it free, but he guessed it should only be thus. "Hm... well, since I like ya I can let you choose between the range of twenty and fifty gold. I don't really care but I still got a living to make ya know?" He chuckled and snapped his fingers out the door getting Leifa's attention, who wandered back in just as Orik donned his armor once more.

Orikahn has safely tucked the herbs away, and he's soon sealed back up within his armored shell. "Ah gold," the cat comprehends, and begins fishing for his coinpurse, "useful stuff, I've discovered. People seem to like it," the bright yellow disks rattle musically into his gauntlet, "and you can get almost anything with it." He sets a modest pile on a nearby end table. "Fair to me if its fair to you." With another flex, and this time *no* grimace, the cat takes a tentative step toward the door, only to hesitate with his palm on the frame. "If you like that grog," he looks back to Xzavior, "I can get you plenty. Just so you know."

Xzavior chuckled and waved him off, "I'll be sure to let you know. And if you need any more herbs drop by here. Either Sabs or I will be able to get it for you." He grabbed the coins and placed them in a store he had started making and looked back, "I'll see you again sometime yea?"

Orikahn throws a single sharp nod in answer, accompanied by a grunt, and he pats the bag in which the herbs are now safely stored. "Yes." He confirms, rather simply and curtly and, without another word of farewell, slips back out to rejoin himself with his beloved outdoors.