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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi the savior

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Conavin was positive he had heard something, as was Bandi and they turned their heads towards the sound. For Bandi that was a bad move. He let out cry of pain and crumpled to the ground, an ebony arrow sticking out of his head. Brueric looked around, trying to see who had done that. "Uhhh, hello Sheor, Sheogorath, Mehrunes Dagon, or whoever did that. Please don't shoot me. I like being alive quite a lot." he said, looking around for whoever had fired the arrow.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Happy, Relieved, Yet Still a Little Mad./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi got up, quickly jogging to where Conavin was. "Calm down, I'm not Molag Bal!" she joked, bursting out in a small, nervous laugh. She then resumed speaking after she was done. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you at all?" she queried in a fast manner, very quickly spotting the stab on his shoulder. "Damn it! I shouldn't have killed him so painlessly like that. Stupid bandit." she cursed, still a little angry. Raavi was normally a very lighthearted person, but she had her fits of anger. She didn't have the best temper in the world so, if you figured out what bothered her, it was very easy to tick her off. And, once she got mad, it was hard for her to calm down. She went through the bandits pockets and found a key. Raavi then used the key on Conavin's chains, doing so as swiftly as she could.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi the savior

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"Aside from being punched in the face and the arrow in my shoulder I'm doing quite well." Conavin said with a small smile, trying to make Raavi feel better. She was kind of scary when she was mad. He also had a small phobia of angering women, or at least the ones who could, and would beat the crap out of him. He stood up and rubbed his wrists where the shackles had dug into them. He looked over at the bandit, wondering what Raavi would've done to him if he had survived the arrow shot. "I'm fine, I mean it didn't hit me in the knee, so that's nice." he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. "Ouch. Shrugging is bad, really bad."

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Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Happy, Relieved, Yet Still a Little Mad./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi's nostrils flared as Conavin stated his wounds, upset that he had been hurt. "Well, let's see..." Raavi dug into her pockets, pulling out a potion of healing and handing it to the man. "This should help that pain ease off. What I do is pour some on the wound, drink the rest, and then bandage the wound. Do you have any cloth for that?" she asked. Kinair knew that she had a couple bandages in her pocket, so if Conavin didn't have any, it would be no problem. However, she didn't know the exact amount of cloth she had, so the Nightingale was unsure as to if she had enough or not. "Do you know if this guy had anyone with him?" she asked suddenly, "I want to make sure I clear out this place so nothing else happens to you."

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
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Location: Riften
With: Raavi the savior

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Conavin answered by tearing the sleeve of her shirt off and handed it to Raavi, a childlike smile on his face. "I have quite a lot of cloth left, if you need it." Brueric grabbed the healing potion and eyed the red liquid, wondering how it was made. "I mean, a beer has the same effect as this. Numbs pain, makes you forget stuff, act like an idiot." he said, looking at Kinair so he could see her reaction. "Well, I guess two of those things don't happen with a healing potion. I didn't see any other bandits, but my guess is that there's more. Bandits are always in groups."

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Happy, Relieved, Yet Still a Little Mad./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi couldn't help but laugh a little at Conavin's joke, her anger dissipating slightly. She was very easy to cheer up, especially when it was a friend who was trying to get her to lighten up. "Well, if you really want some beer, I'll get one with you at the Bee and Barb." she stated, waiting for Conavin to drink the potion before tying up his wound. "If you like, I can show you the way out of here and to the bar. I don't think it's very far, actually. The other bandits would only be a minor inconvenience." Raavi smiled at the man, a little anger still in her eyes.

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Conavin Brueric
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Conavin smiled when Raavi laughed at his joke, and once again he mentally slapped himself for showing emotions. He poured some of the health potion on his wound. He had a little cautious about drinking a bright red liquid in a strange bottle, but only a little. He quickly drank the rest, which tasted like charred skeever hide. He forced himself to not make a terrible face, trying to be grateful. "Are you sure you want to fight more bandits? I stick to Conjuration, so I won't be much help."

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Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Happy, Relieved, Yet Still a Little Mad./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

"Well, you don't have to fight. I could take care of the rest while you rest your shoulder. That wouldn't be a problem at all." Raavi suggested, beginning to wrap the cloth around Conavins wound. She made sure to do it carefully so it wouldn't sting too badly, yet give it enough pressure so it would stay on and clean up the blood. "Are you ready to keep on going? I heard Talen-Jei and Keerava, the owners of the Bee and Barb, have some new drinks in stock." Raavi said, resting both of her hands on her knives hilts once she was done with the bandage..

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Conavin Brueric
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Conavin squirmed like a child as Raavi wrapped his wound, even though it didn't hurt much. He nodded, motivated by the thought of a good ale. "Yep, I'm ready. Oh yeah, might wanna look over there." He pointed towards the stairway that they had come from. There was a ghostly wolf that was watching the two with a blank expression. "It can help in combat." Brueric said, happy that he could somewhat help Raavi. "It goes away after about a minute, so we should move."

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I apologize for my inactivity Durn! I've been so busy with school and my academic team tournaments. I promise to make it up to you with longer posts.

Linneic / M / Nord / 31 / Tags: Shade

Linneic's eyes widened as he heard her mental reply. He was quite interested in how they could converse mentally. {"How can we speak through our minds? Was it my transformation?"} he asked as he slipped into his trousers and shirt. He buckled his belt on as well as adjusting his sheathe containing his sword.

The Nord was unaccustomed to his heightened senses, it seemed everything was enhanced. He could smell the the type of soap Shade used to wash her hair as well as hear her heartbeat. This was all an interesting and exciting experience for Linneic, and he didn't regret a thing.