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He blinked. "Liefthous always sounds like Liefthous?" Lifting a brow, he returned the tilt of his head. "Are you alright? Maybe the drink did affect you..?" The thief grinned weakly. "Do you want me to fetch you water? Would that help you in any way?"

Yes, he understood he was playing it off. And, yes, he was blaming it on the drink. He thought his inherited accent was foolish, so he had practiced the closest thing to a normal accent he could teach himself. He had already owned horns and a tail, let alone his oversized elf-like ears. Why draw more attention with a strange way of speaking, as well?

Ember blinked a few times and cast her gaze to Liefthous' chest, neck beginning to hurt from having it up almost all the time when talking to him, but was in thought at the moment. The drink had effects? She began to worry a bit and gulped- looking to the cup and then back the man. "There are effects of toxic.", she brought a hand up to her neck, remembering how it burned sightly, and figured that was one of them.

The white-haired had reassured of that it wasn't dangerous toxic but she couldn't help but feel nervous. The effects could be anything!

Lief inhaled and shifted positions, locking eyes with her. "Ember, listen-" He huffed, lowering his voice and speaking with the accent again.

"I was.. joking. The drink is fine. I promise. Why would I have allowed you to consume it if it wasn't?" He asked. "I don't know what it is.. but its stinging your throat, no? Most toxics- erm, 'alcohol'- does that, especially the stronger ones. And- sometimes- it burns."

He inhaled and smiled, switching back to his familiar tone. "At least we understand not to get that certain beverage again?"

Ember looked at the man in awe as he spoke in a different way- sound-wise. A shiver went up her spine at it and it took her a while to realize he had stopped talking and she smiled faintly. "Liefthous does sound different.", she commented lightly. It was nice to know that in one way or another, she wasn't the only one who did. She just didn't know how to hide hers.

Another while passed before she realized what he spoke about the drink to begin with. "Never again. Drink of toxic is very bad.", Ember answered his question with a cross of her arms, a glance sent the cup's way.

Then something clicked in her mind. "Liefthous has had cup of toxic drink before.", she looked at him, incredulous at the thought that he had had enough of them to know their effects.

He grinned, nodding slowly. "On a couple occasions." He rolled his shoulders, his hand pushing his hair back. "I'm guessing you haven't had many?" The thief chuckled lightly, cocking an eyebrow. "I suggest you don't. They aren't.. good, let alone healthy."

Lief tilted his head, wondering how many drinks he had had since he arrived. Quite a few, he realized. He blinked. "They.. just make you.. dizzy," He added. "Nothing to big. I s'ppose it can cause you to lose balance, or even faint, but that's the worse I've seen." He mumbled with a click of his tongue. "People can't even hold their drinks, at times."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Ember thought for a moment and wondered why people would drink something like that when it wasn't good...taste OR health-wise. A blink and a small sway happened before she put her attention on him again. "Liefthous has faint...", came her indirect question.

Was she going to faint? The red-head felt fine minus the lingering burning in her throat and being even more thirsty than before. Speaking of which, the woman was parched and took a glance to the floor to find her own cup of drink.

He inhaled. "Yes.. I have.." He folded his hair into a bun, smiling weakly. "I must’ve had too much, and I s’ppose it was too much to handle." He added. "Pain-wise."

He glimpsed at his leg again, poking out his lips. "I find it strange how much pain I can take before I tell myself to quit before I kill myself." He seemed to be talking to himself, for he was mumbling while observing his thoughts aloud. "Why is it like that? What.. What have I done to deserve this ability..?"

He blinked, his attention refocusing. "Apologies." He looked up again, grinning.

Ember felt worry crawl up her spine as the man continued with his speech, though it sounded as if he was talking to himself at points. Immediately the woman left the white-haired male to go and get him a seat.

"I am to get Liefthous a seat. Liefthous should sit.", she threw over her shoulder to him, not stopping to hear any protest.

He blinked, confused. He had already forgotten what he had said since he had dazed. Did he say something to bother her? He awkwardly followed her, his ears perked one moment but lowered the next. "Ember, I'm fine-" He inhaled, trying to catch up to her pace. "Wait- What happened?" He didn't have the best memory, and daydreaming was practically his enemy. "Are you alright?"

The thief would gaze at the women, blinking to gain focus. What had he said? Why, of all moments, couldn’t he recall one word? He found it strange, though he was worried he had insulted her or anyone else.

Ember reared on him at first, ready to tell him to walk back and wait for her, but decided against it; closing her mouth and turning back around to continue on her way to where a seat caught her attention. He was already this far and it would irritate his wound more the more he walked. "It is not me to be concerned for. Liefthous needs to learn much of the skill in good health.", the red-head replied after a second of walking. She nodded her head towards her destination.

"Liefthous will sit.", the grey-eyed woman predicted with small authority rising in her voice, though this went by her- used to hearing herself in such a manner.

Lief blinked, still bewildered. "Are you.. sure you're alright?" He lifted an eyebrow, continuing to walk. "Good health?" He snorted. "I'm sure I can take care of myself? And I'm in well enough health to which I can stand." He rolled his eyes with a grin. The thief flashed a smile, turning on his heels and taking a seat. "Fine, fine." He chuckled underneath his breath. "Why am I suddenly s'pposed to be sitting, hm?"

He let his mind wander as he blinked once again. Why couldn't he remember? Was something wrong with his memory? He furrowed his brows as his head throbbed. He couldn't seem to remeber those few moments, let alone recall the fuzz of walking over here.

At the sound of lack of footsteps she glanced around and saw the man sitting. Finally! Ember made her way to him and decided to sit down next to him, her legs getting sore from standing almost the entire time she was in the Hall. "I do not desire the death or pain of Liefthous.", the woman answered his question without missing a heartbeat.

She stretched her arms over her head and let out a sigh at the 'pops' that followed the action. Feeling stiff, she tried to relax herself as much as she allowed herself to.

Lief's lips curled into a small smile. "Hm.. Death has been calling the name of mine lately.." He managed to keep a straight face, holding his hand to his chin. "What if I answer? Would it really be so miserable?" He raised an eyebrow, aware of what he was saying this time around. He was testing.. a theory, his earlier wandering thoughts leading to many, unspoken questions. He had done this procedure before, each time receiving a different reaction.

He would usually use his method when he understood well he was in pain, or if the partner he was speaking with was. Taking this to his advantage, he usually asked deep questions- when he was aware he was- and study their every move. He realized expressions revealed a handful about character, and he was curious about the women. Though she seemed stubborn, she could be easy-going. Though she seemed harsh, she was rather friendly. Though she seemed selfish, she was actually considerate. He couldn't figure it out. He sent a small glance her way before looking to his left.

Ember kissed her teeth, not understand the man's obsession with his own death. Turning her body to face him she gave the white-haired male a hard stare, a growl underlying her every word. "Liefthous will not talk to death. If you are to die then you are to fight it to tooth and to nail. To allow death to happen is that of being coward and Liefthous is not of such. Take a fist to death and make it fear for itself- if not I will make way to House Ancestor and bring you back myself.", the red-head did growl the last word and her hands instinctively flexed out of her intense way.

Grey eyes never left him as she awaited for his reply, face hard and body still.

Lief could feel the sly grin the creased his lips as he listened. He had heard many upon many reactions, but none were like this. He had no idea of what to say. Oh! What a fool he could be! He turned his head to face Ember, tilting it. "Aw! You would really bring me back?" He was joking, as usual. His oversized ears perked as he rolled his eyes with another soft smile.

"I s'ppose you aren't so bad, hm?" He would mutter beneath his breath, folding his hands and placing them over his chin. He seemed to murmur a small chant, his eye shut tightly as he did so. The thief seemed to sit in silence, as if he were waiting for an answer. As his smile was never fading, Lief nodded twice, thanking whomever he was speaking to as he lifted his gaze to the ceiling. He turned to face the woman once again, chuckling. "You passed. They seem to approve of you- which isn't strange, considering they can manage the same scowl."

The Hellion lifted a brow with a smirk. "But would you really bring me back?"

At his tease she barred her teeth slightly and turned away for a while but soon closed her mouth again. Let him joke...at his silence she looked back to him in what seemed to be in a deep thought. She let him be, starting with attention when he talked to her more. At the end of his speech the woman had a mild incredulous look on her face. "Passed...they...", grey eyes filled with confusion and looked upward as well, in attempts to spot someone of who he referred to. Finding only a roof she looked back to him.

"I would bring Liefthous back. I would not find joy in process, but much worth it would be in accomplished.", Ember gave a single nod, still confused with everything, but spoke the truth.

Lief blinked before grinning, the thief would send looks to the roof, as if he were studying something. He returned tia gaze to Ember, only to study the ceiling every so often.

"So.. You care, hm?" He chuckled. "Because- if I recall correctly- you said you didn’t?" He was joking, of course, yet he was also curious.

Did she really care if he lives or not? And why did it matter? Why did it matter to him? Why should he worry if she cares or not? Would it really effect him?

He kept the serious questions to himself, the curiosity glistening in his eye the only hint of wondering.

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Ember stilled at his words and looked at him for a while as she processed what he said, barely breathing even. Once it got through, the red-head turned away and closed her eyes as if it was going to block out her mild embarrassment, and mumbled to the side. "I do not care, I have no desire for the death of Liefthous- though I do not care.", she attempted to convince the man.

Her arms folded loosely in front of her though she found herself pushing back her hair, a silent sigh escaping the woman.

The air within an 8-foot cube twisted and solidified, forming a humanoid figure clothed in torn robes the color of dirt and shadows. The Ragged One (Who I will refer to as "Rags" for convienence) stepped forwards, examining the area around him. He quickly re-wrapped one of his arms, as his bandages had come undone momentarily.

The Hellion smiled softly, rolling his eyes. "I’ll take note." He joked. "You don’t care-" He was cut off by the shift of air in the room. The thief sent a stern stare over the tavern, his oversized, elf-like ears perked.

He drew a sharp breath, bewildered at the change. His brows furrowed as he looked to the roof again. Lief seemed to speak underneath his breath for the thousandth time, though it was a bad habit if his and he did so with realizing at times.

The Hellion squinted, his miserable vision not helping him in this situation.