Exton

Movement in the shadows brought the Tavern defenders alert. Ob hefts his sword and watches warily as a figure detaches from the closest darkened corner.

"Put up yer blade Obsidian. Tis me.. Keon." The hood slides back, revealing Keon's ebony visage. Guunnar steps from another shadow, followed by four more Riders.

"No fair." Guunnar pouts. "You had all the fun mitout us." He grins. "You did well." he nods, looking around. Spying Ike on the bar, Guunnar growls softly. "Valkyrie..." he moves swiftly to her side.

"What happened to Ike?"  Keon watches the Viking gently probe Ike's shoulder. She screams as he moves her wing. Tori is hovering, making hissing noises at Guunnar. He ignores her and begins to chant.

Ob sighs. "We need mud, something close to her native soil to pack the wound. Ike isn't Arabic. I can't use sand." Keon grins hard.

"Pandora has potatoes in her kitchen?" Someone goes running and brings back a few spuds, still showing spots of soil. Keon looks at Ob, touches his arm. "It will be okay. Go get yer woman."

Keon carefully scrapes the soil onto a napkin and sends someone for dirt from the gravel lot.

Ob takes the stairs two at a time, sliding across the floor to the locked door.

"Mi Bruha... mi amor. open up! We need you upstairs. Come on, woman! Disspell the damn door!"