Shortly after his mean was finished, and the ale neared empty.
The sword user, the one that sat in the tavern when Jonad entered.
Suggested something rather smart. They take the battle outside.

Many of the occupants, as well as the tavern keeper as well nodded to them selfs in agreement.
Jonad felt better, perhaps there where more smart men around then it used to be.

He smiled to himself, as he watched the battle.
As it grew more intense, he mentally prepared to heal one of them.
But, to his surprise. There where no bloodshed.
instead, the finishing blow was made with the hilt, and not the blade.
Jonad sighed in relief.

No doubt that some around here already knew who he was, he did have a reputation around the lands. As well as a rather unique look.

Well for now, Jonad could relax, and enjoy the second half of his ale, instead of rushing around.
He lifted the mug, as a toast or salute the the man with the sword.
Both as a 'congratulations' and as a thanks.

Skaol collapsed onto his bed at the inn and sighed. Ever since entering Seseu territory, he had to be careful about hiding his identity, so rather than his armor, he was wearing his civilian clothes: a baggy short-sleeve linen shirt and a comfortable pair of brown cloth pants. However, in as populous a city as he was in now, Vaid, hiding his identity was even more difficult. Skaol knew he had only himself to blame, refusing to remove his identifying rapier from his person, but he simply couldn't risk losing the sentimental weapon, or more specifically, the cloth attached to the hilt. Still, it was not this which contributed the most to Skaol's stress. He had been sent to Vaid to track down a deserter from the Aldabran knighthood that had been last seen here after a reported scuffle with a freelance mercenary. Unfortunately, his research was yielding no results, and he was beginning to feel discouraged. As he was about to fall asleep, he heard a crash a few rooms down. Skaol leapt to his feet, grabbed his rapier, and charged down the hall and into the room from which the noise came. Inside, he saw three masked assailants picking up the unconscious body of a man unfamiliar to Skaol. He drew his rapier and smiled warmly at the assailants. "Those that would attack a man in his sleep," he said, simultaneously relaxing all the muscles of his body, "need not to be shown mercy. However, I will offer it anyway. Please drop the man, and you may leave unharmed." In response, one of the assailants drew a hidden dagger and lunged at Skaol. Still smiling, Skaol waited, as was the Edgar tradition, until the blade was inches from his neck before bending backward just enough for the blade to miss. The man, still in his swing, was unable to parry Skaol's kick to his abdomen which forced all the air from his lungs and left him unable to continue. The others made as to attack Skaol, but instead, when they reached striking distance of him, they swept up their comrade and leapt through the window. Skaol ran to the opened window, watching the three figures retreat into the night. Sheathing his blade, he made his way to the unconscious man. He wasn't able to discern much of the man's appearance in the dark, but when he reached out to try and rouse the man, he was startled by the skin's strange texture. Nonplussed, Skaol began to shake the man. "Hey, wake up. I want to go back to bed."

OOC: have you noted now I change the name of the barkeep/inn keeper/tavern keeper ^^
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Jonad dipped his head backwards. And looked at the fire.
He let out a big sigh.
"I hate being poor" he thought.

He sat himself right again, and finished his ale.
"I guess a job is in order" He thoguth as he opened his money pouch.
Close to empty.
Another sigh was let out, as he refastened the close to empty pouch.

He stool up, and pushed the chair away from the table.
A quick check that he didn't spill anything on his white clothes.
And he walked over to the barkeep.

The barkeep turns around, and looks at Jonad. "So. what do you want?"
"Where is the nearest hospital" Jonad replies. "Why, you feeling ill?" the barkeep showed actual consideration for his customer. Or perhaps he just was a good lier.

"No, I'm fine" Jonad starts "I'm a healer, and I'm looking for a job, I'm sorta low on gil" He stated, thought slightly ashamed.

"Well. the nearest place for you then, will be the hospital down the street. Exit the door, turn left, and keep going. You cant miss it" He stated with a smile.
"Thanks" Jonad replied, as he turned, and started walking towards the door.

Just as he was about to exit the door frame. He was stopped by a maid.
"What?" Jonad asked confused.
"That man wished to speak with you" she replied, as he pointed towards the sword wielder from before.
"thanks" Jonad stated to he barmaid, which left to do her chores.

Jonad turned, and headed towards the bar.
He got to a meter or so from the Sword user.
"I understand you wish to speak with me?" He asks, directed at the one drinking wine.

Wylliam leapt from the roof and landed beside the one the smaller of the two called Hera. "Er... I hope this doesn't sound rude, but you are real right?" he inquired of the blue creature, "not just some figment of my imagination? I know I have a mind and cunning superior to most," he continued, running his hand through his hair and smiling a smile that radiated conceit, "but I don't think figments of my imagination can blow the doors off taverns. Why is it, then," he continued, staring at the pair that were making their way back into the bar, "they didn't jump out of their skins in fright? Let alone, look at you?" Wylliam knew he had a tendency to be rather 'out of the loop' when it came to some things, but since when was it an ignorable event for two never before seen creatures to come out of nowhere and state a desire to be friends?