[i]Blue? What the hell kind of a name is blue?[/i] Razz pondered at the girl, wondering what type of creature she could possibly be. [i]Water sprite would more plausible with a name like that, but that'd be too cliche. Unless the others were all named aquamarine, or some other synonyms for blue. A whole race can't be that uncreative, right?[/i] Probably a forest dweller then, based on how there was a forest so close nearby.. [i]Didn't I wake up in a forest this morning?[/i] He would have to keep a close eye on this one. After all, who's to say she didn't follow him from the forest? He was feeling unusually light-headed, considering the amount of blood he'd lost. It didn't actually seem like that much.... [i]Maybe he's some kind of crazy blood-sucking vampire pixie or something?[/i] Razz didn't like this. This girl could be dangerous. Regardless, it would be wise for him not to disclose too much about why he was here. Not as if he was going to be chatting freely about his night-time occupation, anyway.

All this pondering would have to wait, however, as the knight feller decided to plant his grubby hands squarely on Razz's chest. He was about to raise a cry in opposition, until he felt... something. [i]I can't seriously be attracted to THIS guy, right?[/i] Wait, no. That wasn't it. It was more of a relief than anything else. This was far, far beyond anything razz had ever felt before. Was this... healing magic? [i]This is some good damn stuff. I should send one of my useless nephews off to learn some of this stuff. Bloody hell...[/i]

As his body started knitting itself back together, it was all Razz could do to stop himself gaping in shock. There was no sign of him managing to acknowledge the new guy coming into the bar, He quickly picked up his chin, and as the knight-wizard-whatever finished healing him, he did his best to stutter out some kind of a suitable reaction. "M-My... My lord.... I thank you. If I had anything to offer in return... Well, thank you anyway.I owe you a favour, for sure." He almost considered attempting a bow, or something, before he came to his senses. He still had the tree pixie to deal with, or whatever she was.

"As for you, Miss fai- Blue, I suppose I do owe you a tale, then. My name, is Razzalorn Timmindale. At your service, so to speak. As for my story, well, it's quite a tale. It all began in my hometown, a small little place from close by..." He went on to weave a fantastical, not altogether untrue story of his misadventures that lead him from the humble shop from which he originated to this peculiar old bar. He did, however, choose to leave out the bits where he was a highwayman, where he attacked/was attacked by an enemy army. So not an altogether true story, either. Regardless, with any luck, it would be enough to satisfy and distract this creature while it fed him and bought him drinks. [i]A pretty fair trade, if you ask me.[/i]