Julian turned around on the stool, peering out at the chaos of the tavern. A frown was planted firmly on his face as he took in the full sight. There was now some type of magician looking fool, a dead raccoon on the ground, a scared wizard under the table, and gods know what else. He inhaled deeply as he slowly slid off his stool and strolled over to the table where the red wizard was located. He placed a hand on the top of the table before he squatted down to peer at the old man. "You can come out now. The danger has passed, probably." He balanced there on the balls of his feet for a moment as his eyes fell on the dead raccoon.
He wasn't sure which raccoon this was. Perhaps it was the one who put the dynamite in his pocket but personally, a dead corpse on the ground was a grizzly sight and not one he was fond of. So with an annoyed grunt, he stood up and walked tot he raccoon. "You owe me greatly for this, vermin." He reached into his vest and plucked a down feather from his chest. He gazed at the yellow feather, twirling it between his fingers for a moment before he placed it lightly on the raccoon's chest. The feather ignited a moment later before slowly sinking into the creature's body. The flames sprouted from within the critter, engulfing him completely before dying down than vanishing after a few moments. The racoon was once more in one piece and when he took his first breath of life, Julian plucked him up off the ground and set him on his feet with a heavy pat on his chest. "Welcome back. Don't make me have to do that again. That spot's going to be bald for a month now." He turned away from the raccoon and went back to his stool, taking a seat and picking idly at his food. It was ice cold by now.
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