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Nouran sat on the counter, leaning back to let her hair spill on Garroth.

"i need something to drink" slysha says drously

Garroth rather enjoyed the feeling and just sat there but not revealing that he did.

slysha walks over to the counter and sits there

"I am Doctor. Are you guys hungry?" The puke mess was suddenly gone.

"Why did you bring/kidnap us to this place?", yelled Abigor as he stood from his seat.

Ever heard the commotion and walked back down the hall and into the ballroom, stopping when she noticed someone new had arrived.
She arrived in time to hear Abigor question the man, and pieced together that he was the one behind all of this.

The doctor looks down at Abigor. "I needed to do something with this ballroom and I have no acquaintances so I brought all of you here. I apologize if I did something wrong."

Ever walked forward, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. “Invitations would’ve been nice.” She told The Doctor as she walked past him and to the bar with the others.

"The concussion wasn't really necessary...", the demon replied as he remembered going unconscious after his scuffle with a group of thugs.

Garroth continued to stay quiet and hide. Behind the bar.

"I am truly sorry for not sending invitations, I didn't have enough time."

Ever walked to the bar and slid onto one of the stools, organizing her dress so that it fell gently around her legs. She noticed Garroth behind the bar and raised a slim eyebrow, but remained silent.
She turned on the stool, so that she was facing The Doctor.

Garroth finely revealed himself. “So uh why did you bring a sixteen year old here?” Garroth asks.

"I did not know, you appeared older."

“I don’t believe he was very focused on age.” She said smoothly, keeping her bright blue eyes focused on the man.

"Well, at least the beer and wine is in good taste...", the demon replied as he raised a bottle.

“Well appearances can be misleading as one would say in the ranger tradition.” Garroth says.

I go and get myself a glass of blackberry wine.

Ever notices Neeme grabbing another glass of what she called blackberry wine earlier. “Mind if I try some?” She asked, motioning to the bottle.