RP:The Frozen Woman of House Ara (Part II)

Kelay Tavern

Built and rebuilt, torn apart and set like stubborn bone, this tavern is the pinnacle of Hollow's entirety, wrought around the premise of peace, equality, and consummate amity. And of course, the old place had seen all of the three, but so much more. Dire markings of claw and steel cut deep into wall panels and floorboards. Set against the land's usual motif of destruction are signs of comfort. Twisting shadows and smoothing out a careful blanket of light with soft, quaint fires, a candelabra dangles down by thick cords, gripping the circular holder. Each twists up, converging upon the center, where they snake about one another and form a thick, secure anchor to Kelay Tavern's high, accommodating ceiling. The candelabra rattle now and again from the inn patrons overhead, pouring down globs of wax to the center of the room, which is wide and unobstructed. Cheaply carpentered tables and chairs grow outward around the bare dancing area, keeping to the rounded theme, and also keeping to a dwarven barkeep's avariciously born taste for 'economical' furniture. Hardly any expense has been wasted on the actual upkeep of the public center, as can be garnered from the smell of deep pine, rich tobacco, and even richer spirits. Stairs twist away dimly near the high bar. And atop that side rests the inn logs, quill, and ink. This establishment's fine keeper, Mesthak, can be seen smiling out from his post at the bar, straight across to the room's always crackling stone-wrought hearth. Behind him, atop lofty shelves, sits an array of dark, amber, and clear liquids. Food smells waft from somewhere near at hand. A carefully printed and hung sign details the purchasable items here in the place of merriment, loss, laughter, and life. Also, tucked into a corner near one of two windows closest to the tavern doorway is a thickly papered bulletin board. A sign has been added next to the board that reads, 'The management requires patrons be fully inebriated at all times and that no curing spells be performed in this tavern-Thank you'.

In the room beyond Kyori there would appear to be a person that appeared out of thin air, however they looked ill and faintly visible. It was man long killed, but trapped in the area of his death. He looked wounded, a dagger sticking out of his side and another sticking out of the center of his chest. The voice of the ghost spoke in an errie chill that sent shivers down the spine, "Lynn says to tell you Emilia lives." And with that the ghost was gone as if it had never been there before. A bad day dream perhaps.

Kyori had been minding his business in his room at Kelay Tavern. His door was open, the figure hovered in the hall cast in an unnatural light. The warrior froze, squinting at the spirit. He recalled the feel of snow and ice he'd felt in the Healing house with those odd children and the drained elemental woman when it spoke. The message startles him but he nods gratefully before the figure can disappear. The man draws himself up off the bed and shoves his feet into his shoes. The woman was saved and he felt obligated to say hello.

When Kyori found his way back to the house of Ara he would find himself walking into a place that seemed totally different than his last visit. There was no winged child running the house, instead an elderly woman with wrinkled skin and long grey waves stood at the counter. The sounds of busy workers could be heard and seen as they moved about the clinic performing numerous duties. In fact, no children were present in the house of Ara as it appeared. The left wing of the building no longer sport any ice or snow, in fact the temprature of the building was quite plesant. The muddy brown eyes of the old woman would greet him with a soft smile on those withered lips, "Blessing and welcome to House of Ara. What can we do for you today, Sir?"

Kyori is positive he's lost his way again. Was the icy palace with creepy children a dream? Was he bewitched by a spirit into believing a woman was in danger? The chill and ice and crying doll faced girl were so real. The woman welcomes him and he stammers in confusion. "I'm here to see the ice eleme-" he clears his throat "Emily the healer?" That was her name right? "Is Lynn with her?" It was Lynn who sent the message. She could explain what was going on.

Edith tilts her head to the side for a moment before he corrected the man, "Emilia is here, she is in the recovery room down the hall. Follow me." With a wave of a hand the elderly woman would escort him down the hall on the right and to the last door on the right. The Genasi was sitting propped up in the bed with those dreads free falling around her small frame. Her top was wrapped with bandaged that covered part of her, but left the sight of the fresh stitches running down her chest visible. Those eyes of icy blue that stared at him matching the single blue eye that Lynn sported. For his trained ears he would hear the most strange of beating heart sounds from this woman. Previosly it beat and skipped the 3rd beat. Now there was a second beat that quickly follow the first until it came to the skipped third beat, it still skipped but there was a flutter of another beat following the one that should have happened. Double heart beats. The Genasi raised a brow at the unfamilar face, "Hello, Sir. Do I know you?"