Fandom Dressing

"Really, ashke, I don't think the proprieter intended for Companions to come in here," Vanyel said as he looked at Yfandes, who was standing just inside the doorway.

:If you feel like going back outside and soaking yourself to the bone, you can feel free to do so,: Yfandes snapped back. They were both dripping, which was part of why they hadn't gone far into the tavern just yet. And unlike Vanyel, who could simply change into a spare set of Whites, Yfandes had fur, which wasn't nearly as condusive to drying off.

Especially since Vanyel had pretty much exhausted himself magically taking care of the unexpectedly-large pack of Changewolves that had been harassing the village. He had another streak of silver in his hair now, and what reserves he had were going toward maintaining his shields and protections rather than sparing a touch to dry and warm the both of them.

"Fine, four-foot. I'll sacrifice my spare cloak to use as a towel on you," he finally relented, heading to her side and rooting through the saddlebags.

Have one wiped-out Herald-Mage, and an equally-tired not-a-horse.

Smirking, Tseng lead his lover and potential lover out of the bar and into the hotel part of the building. There were hallways of rooms, ready for the claiming. "I'm sure we can locate a suitable bed to break in one of these rooms."

He needed a bar alright. Lee was still stunned by the way things had ended. He pulled off his dogtags, wound up, and flung them into the wall with all the force he could muster. He didn't need the things anymore anyway seeing as the Colonial Defense Forces no longer existed, or maybe they did but they certainly didn't exist here and he wasn't about to see to their re-establishment either.

She'd run from him again, run from him? She'll flat out disappeared on him this time. Instead of being blown up in front of him she'd left him standing in the middle of a field with no idea of where she'd gone and no possible hope of following her. He'd gone from the highs of happiness to the lows of despair in an instant. Yes he needed a drink; he needed a real bad.

He pulled open the door and walked into the place immediately walking to the oak bar that dominated the room. "Hawryliw, and a glass". Shoving some cubits across the wood surface at the bartender he took the bottle, picked a table, and proceeded to attempt to drink himself to oblivion.