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(Kori is so fricking awesome!)

"Blondy?" She put her hands on her hips. "Is that my name now?" She sighed. "Okay I am heading to my room, come in if you need me." She took a key the Innkeeper held out to her and walked over to her room.

Ryoran rubbed his face with his hand. "This shall be interesting." Kori was even more cheerful than him. And that was saying a lot. He made him look mature in comparison. He patted Crysor's shoulder. "I know man, I know."

Crysor flinched away slightly at the sudden contact, but he nodded and sighed silently in comparison. He nodded and steered Kori (who was still rubbing his head grouchily) into their room.

(And lol, thanks. Kori is so fun to write xD)

Hailey lay in her cotton and silk sheets on her bed. She sat there twiddling her thumbs and occasionally shooting a small fireball out of her fingertip. She took out a book she had bought at the store she got the tunic. She started read and smiled. It was good old damsel in des tress with the holy white knight come to save her. She was entranced by the story and didn't notice a shadow creep near her.

Ryoran didn't move. "You guys go ahead, I'll have something to drink at the bar." He saluted and started walking away.

Crysor nodded, tugging Kori into the room. Ryoran could probably handle himself, but if he wasn't back in a few hours he'd go looking for him.

Hailey scratched her head and yawned. She crawled under the covers, cuddled up with her book and tried to drift off to sleep. She couldn't she stayed wake for at least another thirty minutes before getting up and getting something to eat at a tavern nearby, her stomach gurgled.

Ryoran was already in his third glass of beer. "Hey, you! The bald dude! I want another one! Don't look at me like that buddy! Just pass the beer over!" And was very, very drunk.

Crysor watched Kori sleep. The hobbit was so still that if it hadn't been for the fact that he was breathing, he would've thought that the small being was dead.
Crysor, however, was restless. He felt oddly lonely without anyone to talk to... Or listen to them talk, more like.
He sighed slightly as he reflected on past events. No... Definitely not speaking again. Ever.
Figuring that Kori would be fine if he was left alone for a few minutes, he decided to go looking for Ryoran. The last thing he needed was for the guy to get himself in any trouble and slow them down.

As she slipped into her bed sheets she drifted off. She had horrifying nightmares. She woke up screaming, she was sure the whole Inn heard her. She stomped out of her room and in a storage room and started bawling. Her past was now here to haunt her, watching her mother and father die, getting her brother killed. She found a tall bottle of whiskey and drank it in one sitting. She just started crying.

Dancing around, Ryoran was having lots of fun, while everybody around clapped like the drunk zombies they were. He asked several ladies out to dance with him. Each dance ended with a slap. The guy had truly lost the grip of when to keep his mouth shut.

"Wshifshhh," Kori mumbled unhappily, sitting up in bed. "Muuufufu."
He rubbed his eyes, climbing out of bed and walking down the hall, following the sounds of crying with his sensitive hobbit ears. Eventually he found Hailey and yawned, sitting next to her and looking up with those large and innocent amber eyes.
"Aren't you tired?"

Crysor walked into the bar since he remembered that's where Ryoran said he was going. He jerked his head at the drunk, signaling it was time to leave.

"Tired?" She slammed a hand down, and broke the whiskey bottle. "I can not sleep! Everything I have done wrong us being thrown back into my face!" She screamed. She looked at the little hobbit. "Now why would you care?"

"I dunno," Kori replied, resting his head on her arm since that was really the closest thing he could reach. "I'm kinda funny that way."

Ryoran grinned at the elf. "Oh, don't be a party pooper!" He dance towards him and took his hand and a girl's, joining them. "Have fun buddy!"

Crysor's eyes widened, his shoulders tensed uncomfortably, and he wasn't really sure what to do with himself. Fun? What was that word- fun? He had never had fun before.
Well, he had had fun, back when he was younger, but those days were gone, and would never come back.

She shrugged off the little hobbit. "I guess you are, so what is going out there?" She tried to peek past the door but saw nothing. She then slumped down in the wall. "You don't understand, I lost everything I had."

"Well, I did too. Everybody I knew from my former life hates me now. I try not to think about it. Now stop moving, your arm is squishy in a comfortable way."

He grinned and started singing along with the band that was playing some random melody. "With my hat on my head, I dance, and dance, and dance until my feet don't touch the ground! Bring on the music, bring on the gals. Let's get this party started now!" He whirled around doing some gig.

Crysor, being a naturally shy person, was pretty much freaking out on the inside. He would like nothing better to do right now than to curl up in a corner and cover his ears, which were even more sensitive than Kori's. Or better yet, go back to the room and try to sleep, even though it would be difficult.
He shot Ryoran a pleading look, begging in his own way for them to leave now.