@CandiBarr Cash let out a quiet sigh he hated it when dealers ripped people off "I have some much better stuff" He said as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a bag filled with ganja "I know how it feels to be ripped off" and opened the bag then handed it over to Lilith "Have a whiff this is the good stuff Love"

Willow half slumped in her seat. She was struggling to keep the illusion on her arm in place. By this point she had drained most of the bottle, the glass becoming full again as quickly as the drink went down her throat. She still didn't like the look of Lilith, but had more important things to worry about. She had picked a table where the shadows fell perfectly across her arm and face, so anyone who hadn't seen her in the light wouldn't notice anything odd. Willow pulled out what looked to be a sewing kit and quietly began to stich her own arm up, part of the drink going onto a rag to clean it.
It took less than a minute to get the entire gash sewn up. Willow started to run her good hand up and down it, from an outside point it simply looked like she was rubbing her arm, but if one were close they could see little yellow lights shooting into the wound. She settled back and felt the color returning to her face meaning the little lights were doing their job. She had made them to go into her arm and fix all of the nerves and blood vessels and anything else that had been injured.
The last bit of the drink disappeared and Willow took the time to actually look around her for the first time since coming in. Her gaze lingered on Lilith, but not too long just in case she noticed. Willow knew she shouldn't not like her outright, but couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. @CandiBarr

@SkeletonShadow
Arlen spotted Willow looking around, how had he missed her before?
Something wasn't right. He had to double take and even then it took him a while to see through her illusion, but he did.
He curses himself under his breath for letting Lilith distract him.
He slowly walks over to Willow and with a big bright playful smile starts talking to her.
"And how are you today? I don't believe we have met yet, the names Arlen."

While distracting her with chit chat he cups his hands over the injured arm and a soft warming pure white light emanates from within his palms casting a positive healing energy over the injury. It should vastly speed up the process and leave the effected area rejuvenated.

Once done, (it shouldn't take long) Arlen firmly and seriously asks.
"How did this happen?!"

Willow let out a breath she didn't really notice herself holding, "Thanks," she mutters as he sped her own work up. She looked at him through narrowed eyes, not really trusting him since he saw through her illusion, though she tried to pass it off as she was just tired. The wound looked quite clean, the stitches looked like a doctor had done them. She let the illusion drop completely now that she felt better and she tested it out, flexing her fingers and elbow. After seeing that it works well, she pulled the little yellow lights out and let them disappear. Willow pulled a clean bandage out of a bag next to her chair, expertly wrapping it. She ignored the last question. @Dark Light

"That's some steady hand you have there." Arlen says inspecting the stitching.
"Your magic is quite strong too!" He exclaims with a soft glow in his eyes as he seems to be looking over Willow but focusing on something else.

"So... Was it that undead creature?" He slips the question in with a softer darker tone, his eyes fall back onto Lilith as he watches her suspiciously.
@SkeletonShadow

Willow shakes her head, "No, no, no, it wasn't her," she said looking down at the table. Her arm stung, but it didn't really hurt anymore. @Dark Light

@CandiBarr Cash took back the bag and rolled up a joint then handed it to Lilith "You've had a whiff but now its time for a taste" he said and lit it up for her

@SkeletonShadow
Arlen clearly hates the undead, it's written all over his face.
"She is trouble you know! Probably killed heaps of innocent people, it's just not natural, she should be dead! We can always help her, you should at least kick her out!"

Arlen prattles on to Willow, never removing dis death stare from Lilith

Willows face hardens, "She has done nothing wrong. Many people would say I'm unnatural and should be killed.." She says while glaring at him. She stands up and lifts her chin, "We have no proof that she has hurt anyone." @Dark Light

@CandiBarr he let out a light chuckle and said "I have a thing for Older women and those who know there why around a Joint"

@SkeletonShadow
"SHES ALREADY DEAD! We should bury her or something, not wait for her to kill and eat all your clients!"
Arlen struggles not to shout, a frustration clear in his voice.

@Dark Light"Then what about us. We are dead. And yet you have given us no notice." Imorteth doesn't even turn to look at the boy.

"So?" She growls, "We get tons of dead people in here. Until there is evidence that she is a danger, she has the right to be here just as anyone else." The air around Willow had grown dark and crackled with lightning. She started to walk to the kitchen and turned around, "and don't try and provoke her either. It's rude," she says before disappearing through the kitchen doors. @Dark Light

She emerged a short time later with a fresh pot of coffee and a few mugs. Most of which she places near the bar, one she filled. She set the pot down and stood nearby, sipping the coffee. The light around her disappeared as she calmed down.

@Snarfulblast@SkeletonShadow
"Hmph!" Arlen folds his arms across his chest.
He looks to the metallic skeleton and his eyes softly glow.
"You masquerade as the dead but your just a construct, a weird living one, more like a treant, but I don't sense the unhallowed stench of undeath from you."

"Although if you are here to cause trouble...."

Willow finished her cup of coffee and ducked out to her room momentarily, returning wearing a sweater. It was a soft grey color with red rabbits across the middle. She refilled her coffee cup and settled in a seat, different from her original one, one in a more lighted area. She closed her eyes as she let the warmth from the coffee travel up her arms.

@Dark Light Andre felt relatively fresh from his shower even though it took him a bit of time to figure out on how to work the valves having grown up in an Orc stronghold along with his Necromancer father and Berserker Mother, so modern appliance like showers are a bit of a new thing to the Elf-Orc, but right now all he wanted to do was to get some ale into body but the child shouting where annoying so Andre laid down some of his own wisdom to the child "Haish yuu shurty, yuus shuuldn't pisksch fhigts wish tuu mahny peuples ish ullwaysh tha besht tuu piskch une"

@Billsomething "light is not selective, it banishes all darkness before it."
Arlen grumbles to the half Orc/elf.
He takes a seat in the corner where he can comfortably watch everything.