The Arena

[Psy]

"Me?" Talvin grinned, picking up the rest of his belongings from the side," I would doubt that."

To demonstrate, he muttered a few words, his hands glowing with a light blue aura, before 'poofing' out. Dumping the pouch of gold coins into a pouch half it's size (it was magically enchanted by some old friend of his to be a somewhat 'endless' bag of holding), and placing large objects into tiny pockets lining his belt, it looked fairly ridiculous. He shrugged.

"Nonetheless, I do suppose I owe you for your healing potion," he shrugged in a nonchalant manner," Now then, since I don't like owing anyone favours, big or small, what do you want?"

[Psy]

[[ PS. We should probably move this somewhere else soon. ]]

[Arissa Warrner]

((maby where though))
"It dosent matter. Whatever you want." Kearen shrugged indiffrently. " Neat magic trick. Most of what I've seen is used in a agressive way."

[Psy]

"Ah, I know of a good place," he ignored the comment about the magic," Although I suspect that dining there would be far more expensive than that single healing potion you let me use."

He grinned, and motioned for her to follow him.

[What race is she?]
[ Click me. ]

[Arissa Warrner]

((Kearen uhm izont know, Will work on that))
"Alright." Kearen said following him. She was for food.