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Vay walked into the tavern, the moment she opened the door the first thought someone would have was a ghost opened the door, for her blueish skin and pearl white hair left her almost invisible against the snowy background. She took a few steps into the building and silently shut the door behind her. She was scantily clad in something that could resemble a bikini; it was white with a lot of unidentifiable jewels embedded into it. She wore knee high boots which were also white and had a lot of jewels that not even a professional jeweler could identify. Ice was stuck in her hair and her body had a sheen of snow that was quickly melting into icy water on her frame. Over the blue girl's arm was a blob of navy blue fabric which would have been a cloak that she usually wore.

She approached the counter and sat down, the coldness seemed to radiate off her person but she seemed completely unaffected to the fact that she was dressed for a beach party and that ice with hanging off of her.

Keri laughed at the curious nature of the little girl. Taking another spoon from the collection they kept beneath the wooden barcounter, The young woman then began to scoop out a piece of the chicken broth and brought it to her lips, gently blowing on it. "It's to help you eat your soup." She said as she gave a warm smile and sipped the hot soup from the spoon.

As she laid the silverware back beneath the counter, the woman urge the little girl to try. As she watched, her periphral caught sight of another new customer to the inn. Something was odd. Though she could see that it was a woman in a blue cloak, a cold aura seemed to radiate from her being. "Greetings and welcome to the Lost Soul Tavern and Inn!" Keri gave to the woman as her attention and gave her a small bow. "Is there anything we can get you, m'am?"

Marcus sighed as he also sense the new person enter the inn. Poking the burning logs once more, the man rested the iron stick at its place and went back to his chair and sat to relax. Oi, I guess the winter cold brings more customers than I originally thought. The dark haired keeper mused as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared into the flames. Oh well, as long as they pay, I don't care.

~He fuddled Around in his robes until his hand wrapped around a thin vial of green liqued. Drinking it down in one gulp, his coughing eased, but he remained huddled in the corner, shaking slightly.~

Vay smiled kindly to the bartender before the next stranger walked in and started hacking and coughing and the bartender quickly moved to his aid. Vay as well stood to check out the man, she placed her cloak down on her stool before she approached the stranger.

"I know a bit in healing potions and elixirs if I can be of any help, but if I don't know what it is that ails you I'm afraid I can't help anyway." Her voice was concerned but she had a strange accent that said English was not her first language. She kneeled close to where the man was seated and stared up to his face.

A brow raised upon the tan visage of the innkeeper upon witnessing the huge gash across the man's body. Sighing, the man got up from his chair as one hand went behind his head to rub it for comfort. "Blah, that's pretty nasty." Turning his attention to Keri, Marcus's face harden to a stern expression. "Keri, get me Invision." Upon the request, his attention fell once more to the dying man.

"Hey, lay back on the floor. By the looks of it, blood lost is whats gonna kill you and not that bloody cut." Marcus uttered as he turned to the woman. "Do you have a sewing kit or some such? Keri! Bring me our first aid!" The man then shouted turned back to the two near him. Sighing another thought came to him.

"Also...who is exactly coming after you?" The question carried importance. If there was going to be trouble following after this man into his little tavern, Marcus might as well be ready for whatever comes. Just when I thought I left the excitement of adventuring...

Keri quickly rushed back into the room and handed Marcus a large brown medical bag. Leaning in to his ears and whispering, the woman took a quick glance around the room. "I didn't bring Invision...I didn't want to spook our customers." Marcus nodded to what she said as he quickly openned the large case.

Inside the case was a variety of medical supplies as well as different types of herbs kept in small little glass vials. Keri stepped back and went to the little girl, hoping to comfort her some during the scene while Marcus turned to the other woman near him.

"You said you were good at making healing potions..." Going into the case, he removed a mortor, "I hope you are also good at making salves. If you could, take these two herbs as well as this aloe and grind it until it makes a thick paste." With that, gave all four items to the woman as his attention went back to his patient.

"Listen, I need you to stay focus and alert. Try not to close your eyes or else you will fall into shock and then we really will have to worry with what to do with the body." Giving a weak smile for assurance, the dark haired innkeeper then removed an odd clear rubber tube that connected to a glass jar then to another tube. At the top of the jar was an odd device that looked something like a pump. At both ends of the tube was a thin needle. "Because you lost so much blood, I'm gonna have to pump you with some blood..." Saying this, the man quickly rolled up the sleeve of his right arm and then went to roll up the sleeve of the man's.

"You will feel pressure in your arm, but it wouldn't hurt as much as that cut does." He assured as he quickly pierced his skin and slowly began pushing and pulling on the small pump. Quickly strains of blood from where the tube connected from Marcus started to ooze down to the tube and fill into the jar. Keeping his eyes on the badly wounded man, Marcus sighed. "Ma'm, once you are done with the compound, smear it over his cut." He then commanded as he watch the jar fill with his own blood.

((I'm back...if this post doesn't fit tell me and I'll re-do it (even from scratch if you ask!). I only know the past few posts while making this, since my character is just now walking it.))
A woman wandered close to the inn and stopped at the window, peering in. She had pitch-black hair and dark enough eyes to be called black, and wore a simplistic dark-shaded dress. She had a kind of beauty, but didn't seem to flaunt it much. A strange flow of dark energy seemed to surround her...
She tilted her head to the side slightly, but otherwise didn't react much to the scene. She had a cheerful, perky attitude, and it seemed it was untouchable by even injury, disease, or threat of death. Maybe she was just morbid, though...