Bane raised an eyebrow as the animal infront of him bared his teeth and walked in between himself and the female. "Ok..." He spoke to Athradien, trying to get him to talk or something. Bane looked from the woman, then back over his shoulder at Athradien again. "I think she looks alright by... humanoid standards..." Bane had a sarcastic tone to his voice which flowed through Athradiens mind. Athradien sighed and looked at him, "Just shut up..." A faint grin had showed up on his face, though it wasn't really traceable. Bane seemed to grin, at least moving his mouth and showing a little of the large fang at the front of his mouth.

About that time, Athradien felt something all too familiar which brought a gnarled ball of furry back into his being. He could feel the same dark presence which he did the day he returned to his home city... And it was right behind him... Bane let out a low growl, standing up and in a stance to attack when ever signaled to, Athradien had already slipped his index finger into the loop on his large knife.

Athradien turned in his seat and ripped the knife from a hidden sheath under his cloak, twisting his back as he pulled his arm backward. He held that position but for only a fraction of a second, ripping his arm forward just before the two began to fade away. The knife left his hand and lodged itself in the wall, resonating with an odd tone as it wobbled back and forth.

"You felt that too...?" Bane asked, looking at Athradien quickly before looking at the injured man and the place where the dragon and humanoid had been standing. "Yeah..." He had a deep and rough tone to his voice, emotions returning which were washed away over 15 years ago. He cursed himself under his breath, standing up and walking to his knife, pulling it from its position and sliding it back into his cloak, the sound of metal sliding on metal signaling he had sheathed his blade.

He walked over to the man who had been attack, kneeling down next to him. He stared at the odd burn marks for the longest, not sure where they came from. He reached into his cloak again and pulled out a mason jar full of some odd green paste. He opened the jar and a distinct smell of spearmint washed over the bar rather quickly, opening up quite a fews sinuses. Bane as a matter of fact began sneezing repeatedly, "GAH! PUT IT AWAY!" He yelled into Athradiens mind, swiping his nose with his paw.

He didn't pay much attention to Bane, holding out the jar to the woman holding the towel, "Take some and rub on the cuts..." He glanced at her for a second, "Your touch should be quite gentler than mine." This was really the truth... Bane sneezed again and began to nod to agree with Athradien. Once when he was small, he had gotten a nasty cut on his nose... It wasn't the cut that hurt the most, it was Athradien putting the ointment on...

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