[b] [u] Alaira Taenn [/u] [/b]

It was around the time Ssarak suggested heading to their rooms when Alaira burst in. Rubbing her head, she slowly made her way to the bar. Occasionally, she needed to shove a patron aside, but eventually she had arrived. One might be worried about somehow initiating a bar brawl, but this was a fairly mellow village with a fairly mellow tavern, so the most she would get is dirty looks or insults. Of course, it also helped that she was taller than most patrons seated. She reached into her purse, slapping a coin or three on the surface. "One pint of mead. I could use something sweet..." She said, leaning into her hand as she awaited her drink. She wasn't after anything particularly strong, she just needed something that tasted good...

She had recovered extremely quickly, thanks to a combination of expert medical care and her own endurance. The poor guy was a little surprised that a specimen of such sound constitution was so on the brink of death. Of course, he had no real way of knowing of her nerve damage... In any event, a few concoctions and she was awake again, though she'd need to keep sipping on this other concoction she'd been given, if she wanted to cast anything...