With a nod, that he has said his peace, Davis holds back, and takes a defensive stance. He will not start anything, and he does not believe a tossed chair is too bad of a response to a ball of spit, so is happy with where things stand at this point. If things continue to esculate, then he would take more of an active part.
Durnir: Ralton Wis Save: 14 - It seems that the attempt to use magic has failed against him, and has only made Ralton more mad as a result, "Bloody witchcraft!"
Khione: The three look at Ralton, and do seem a bit worried now. One looks as if he's about to say something.
Ivy: You await the move of the ruffians.
Walf: Things look like they could take a turn for the worst at any moment.
Eirlys: The ruffians simply hold whatever the closest object available is at the time - two of them have chairs, Ralton has his fists out only, and another has a tankard.
Adaban: The hand grabs onto Ralton, freezing the area it touches. He yells, "Argh! They're mad I tell you, mad!"
Ralton looks to to the those gathering around him, taking a step back, hands still in fists, "Arrest these, these Outlanders! Spittin' on locals, using magic in a barfight. You'd be right mad if you din't throw a chair at someone who spit in your face too! Magic 'as no place 'ere!"
The rest of his crew seem to be a bit more at ease that Ralton isn't pursing a fight here, "Yeah, no place for magic like that but Noregard!" says one of them.
You begin to hear the voices of people around you, saying things like, "Get them outta here!" and "Somebody get the guard!", and"Cant you see were trying to eat!?"
Walf shakes his head at Durnir for using magic and mutters to himself
"He should know better. Durnir is going to get himself killed."
He wonders if any of the strangers know anything about magic in these lands and the consequences of those that use illegally....Walf is panicking unsure what to do. He slowly gets up and walks over to Ralton's table and speaks to Ralton "Hello, Walf is Walf. Walf want to buy Ralton and friends a drink to forget about Walf's friend Durnir involvement. Durnir new to beautiful lands. Walf pay for Durnir's what is the word....mistake, yes, mistake, with drinks! What do Ralton say hmmm?"
Durnir forgot himself completely. It's been years since he's been back to his home, he forgot how superstitious people were about magic. He only meant to scare the ruffian. He's been using his new God given gifts daily in Es'verdai-El. It was second nature.
Now, to run, or smooth things over.
Jail is probably not the place they should spend the night on there first day in a new land.
With a silent prayer to Helm, Durnir raise his arms. He will say to the room and the bartender "I apologize. I used some parlor tricks to scare him away from a fight. It seems we disturbed everyone here. We're new here and I was worried for my friend. We'll leave, if you wish. But, as compensation, I'll pay for drinks for everyone here. What say you all? "
Now completely forgetting about her threats, Khione turned and stared heavily at Durnir and Walf, her expression changing from fierce calmness to one of utter dumbfoundment. As her attention had previously been on- unsuccessfully, she might add- keeping the men from getting violent, she hadn't even noticed Aldaban's use of magic and thus was incredibly confused about why all the patrons were now screaming obscenities or why the threat of guards was being thrown around. "Let's not bring guards into this," she thought tentatively. Khione let her offense position relax, keeping her weapons casually by her sides. "Do any of you understand what is happening right now, because many things have just conspired all at once and I'm afraid I've lost the plot." She said, angling herself so she could speak to Eirlys, Davis, Mikael, Gunter, and Darius together.
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Eirlys has a similar look of confusion and astonishment at everything going on. Her hand strays away from her weapon for the time, as she takes in what is happening. "No... ah, no need to call for guards!"The woman claims quickly, trying to raise her voice above the others as to be heard this time. She looks between Davis and Khione, before looking at the spell slinging strangers. "We'll be able to handle them, long enough to escort them to the guards at least. Guild honor."
The two would know she was most likely lying, and most likely trying to just get out of the situation. ((Deception if needed: 4))
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Ivy feels hair raise on the back of their neck, their heart was pounding and their eyes fixated on the potential threats. Tensions were growing and their defences on high alert. This escalated quickly.
As other patrons begin to shout their way, Ivy’s ears begin to droop. She looks over to the tavernkeeper with saddened blue hues and mouths an apology. She had no intentions of disrespecting the hand that could feed her. Returning their gaze to the scene of ruffians before them, Ivy lower’s their arm and weapon, then mutters. “May have overstayed our welcome…” She remains on alert.
The spectral hand fades away, abating its icy grip. However, the coldness has not left Adaban's eyes, blood still gushing from his nose and mouth where the chair had hit him. The front of his clothes virtually ruined, and the floor slickening.
In a pained voice, he says, "If one wishes to live by laws, they must themselves be just. My crime to you was unfortunate, and deserving recompense. But your response to me was malicious, and nearly fatal. My actions were in keeping with yours, yours were not within reason. Now you clamor for justice? Fine. Mine will be the wiser path, as you will have my forgiveness... and my mercy. Know this though... Attack this body again and I will kill you all."
He turns to those he just met. "My actions have compromised your visit to this place. To repay your many kindnesses in such a way is unforgivable. Would you allow this one to make amends? Though without possessions, one does have talents. If allowed, to travel together until a debt is repaid?"
Davis relaxes his stance marginally as the hostility drains from the room. He glances to Khione. "Please put your weapons away. Drawing such here was foolish at best." He has a tone of disapproval as his eyes narrow on Khione. "You do not draw a weapons, in a bar fight, unless weapons are drawn against you. Escalating it in that matter is for cut-throats and scum, not honorable fighters." He then glances to the thugs. "Yes, I do believe the throwing of a chair was a good response to getting spit upon, and would have likely done the same if it had happened to me." He glances to the newcomers. "Some of you are likely new to these lands, so let me tell you that use of magic is prohibited here." Turning to the bar-at-large. "No one was really hurt here, no more than a bloody face and a bit of a zing from who knows what. I say let things stand as they are, the guard would be wasting their time by getting involved now."
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Ralton furrows his brow, huffing and puffing. He begins to speak, but is interrupted.
The Tavernkeeper, hands on his hips, speaks aloud to the entire room, "Now listen 'ere all ya's involved! I want ya's out of here, now! Take yer damn tomfoolery outside - I won't be 'avin' chairs tossed about me tavern before the fookin' sun's down. If ya's wanna buy a round for the tavern it'll cost yas..." He starts to count out the tables, "eight sheckles (sp)."
He the turns to face the ruffians, "And Ralton, you's be payin' me for another chair. I knows you has the price from last weekend. Next time you throw a chair during dinner hour, ya ain't comin' back 'ere, ever! You understand? Now take your mates and piss off!"
Khione lookes to Davis, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly. "Being unprepared during an altercation is what gets people killed," she said rather coldly. "Why should I leave myself vulnerable over something as menial as pride? Honor isn't as important as you believe it to be, Davis." Nevertheless, she sheathed her weapons once more into their holsters. Shaking her head a bit at how this confusing situation escalated so quickly, she turned her gaze slightly downwards to Eirlys. "Perhaps we have overstayed our welcome, as short as it was. I'll be outside if you two care to join me." And with that, Khione casually turned and walked outside the tavern.
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Durnir will nod to the barkeep. He returns to the table and downs his mead in one draught. "Can't have that going to waste, sad I'll be missing the shrimp and grits." He will go to the tavernkeeper and place a gold on the bar. "I'm very sorry for the trouble we've caused. You have mighty fine Mead! May Helm watch over and protect you."
He will turn back to the group and notices the condition of Adaban. Durnir will go over and offer him a shoulder of support him. He chuckles at Adaban's offer "No worries, no worries. I was a fool and used magic as well. I'm from these parts, I should know better. You owe me no debt, at least. If you want to come travel with us, feel free, but not under a sense of obligation." In a whisper, he'll say "I'll patch you up once we get outside. No sense is causing more of a stir with more magic in here, even if it's a blessing of Helm. "
Once they get outside and are out of sight of the others, Durnir will say a silent prayer to Helm and simply say "Heal". A warmness will pass over Adaban as Healing Word gives you 6.
Davis sighs. He moves out with Khione. "There is a difference between a simple bar fight and a true combat." He tells her as they step outside. "Did you see any of the thugs in there grabbing an actual weapon?" he nods back to the bar. "They used what was at hand, a table, a bottle, no blades, no cudgels, just what was at hand." He looks back to Khione. "Maybe you are more use to full-on combat, where lifes are in the balance, but a bar fight is not that way. Those thugs would have bloodied some lips, knocked some heads together, but it is doubtful things would have gone further than that. Not unless a true weapon was drawn..." He eyes the now-sheathed weapons at Khione's side, then meaningfully meets her eyes again. "I will leave this here, my piece has been said." He gives her a nod then and moves off to one side, to wait for the others to join them.
(OOC: Hope this is ok with you, just playing Davis as a cool-headed and rule-following sort. If he is coming on too-strong then let me know and I can back off of this aspect of him.)
With Durnir's healing spell, Adaban bows formally. "Deepest gratitude for your kindness, and yet another gift. To travel with such companions would be ideal. Though... one is confused. Why would any peoples outlaw magic? Does the weave not flow properly here? More to, how does one remain legal if one is infused with magic as we are?" He shakes his head. "Sadness of the soul that these would outlaw such gifts. Is all the world fallen to such madness?"
With the others already out ahead, Ivy collects their snacks, biting onto a chunk of bread and pushing their chair back in before scurrying out after Walf. Once out the door, Ivy looks left, then right, then back again. Lifting their nose in the air, she sniffs. Locking onto familiar scents, Ivy pads over to find the others. She’d walk by two of the other patrons on the way to Walf, Adaban and Durnir, nodding their way in polite acknowledgement.
Coming around the corner, Ivy would find Walf, Durnir and Adaban just as Durnir was mending Adaban’s wounds. Popping up on tiptoes, she’d hover behind the pair to inspect Durnir’s work, snack still held in mouth. Ivy has skills and abilities that could help heal too, but she was in awe at the warmth and gentle display shared by Durnir. She was content with observing in an effort to learn.
Ivy would tilt their head in curiosity, then absentmindedly nod along to Durnir’s Adaban’s questions. They were good questions. The whole guffaw over the use of magic really boggled Ivy. Their brows furrow in a mix of confusion and sadness. Biting off a chunk of bread, Ivy frees their lips to finally break their silence. “It feels almost unnatural to control magic to this degree…” She fidgets with the piece of bread. “The anger towards it… The fear…” She shudders as if trying to shake off the negative feeling. Their lips purse in a frown. “Is this… right?” Blue hues look up to the others.
Walf smiles at Ivy and does his best in common to answer so that the other 2 hear as well "Magics in the wrong hands cause great damages and harms. Persons here are taught these great harms done by wizards ages ago under the rule of the mad king. Magics users hunted....still hunted because this happen. Es'verdai-el is safe place for you and you and you and Walf. Crosslands fear you and you and you and Walf for fear bad will happen again. This is their way... to Ivy or Adaban it wrong but to Crosslands it right. Keep a low profile and learn this place. Maybe learn through...Walf lose word....learn through...work, yes work. Help people, learn what important to people here but careful where magic used, yes?"
"You have the right of it my friend." Davis says, having remained close by as the newcomers had come out of the inn. He still felt a bit unsettled by how bad the bar fight could have gone, but smiles at the four newcomers now as he walks over. "My name is Davis." He offers in greeting. "I work for the Moscato Beach Mercenary guild out of Champaign." He looks between the four, but, as he sees no recognition in the company's name, he shrugs. "Anyway, it is as your friend here says, magic is frowned upon, quite fiercely frowned upon, here in these lands. Many may not agree with that, but the law is the law, and you either live by the laws of the land you are in, or you soon find yourself an outlaw in those lands." He glances around, then lowers his voice. "Now don't get me wrong, there are a lot of folks who know magic is no more or less than a good blade. It is the person who uses it that decides to do good or ill with it. I myself don't mind a bit of magic here and then, but..." He shrugs, as if to say what can you do.
Khione did not respond to Davis' statement, instead choosing to lean against the wall of the tavern and tilt her head slightly at his scolding. She didn't move a muscle after Davis walked over to begin speaking to those loud magic-folk, although she began studying their body language and facial structures from her position, trying to garner if any of these people had ill intentions against her group as she waited for Eirlys.
(That's a 19 insight on Aldaban, Ivy, Durnir, and Walf. And Davis, you're good! No worries here)
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With a nod, that he has said his peace, Davis holds back, and takes a defensive stance. He will not start anything, and he does not believe a tossed chair is too bad of a response to a ball of spit, so is happy with where things stand at this point. If things continue to esculate, then he would take more of an active part.
Davis takes the dodge action.
Durnir: Ralton Wis Save: 14 - It seems that the attempt to use magic has failed against him, and has only made Ralton more mad as a result, "Bloody witchcraft!"
Khione: The three look at Ralton, and do seem a bit worried now. One looks as if he's about to say something.
Ivy: You await the move of the ruffians.
Walf: Things look like they could take a turn for the worst at any moment.
Eirlys: The ruffians simply hold whatever the closest object available is at the time - two of them have chairs, Ralton has his fists out only, and another has a tankard.
Adaban: The hand grabs onto Ralton, freezing the area it touches. He yells, "Argh! They're mad I tell you, mad!"
Ralton looks to to the those gathering around him, taking a step back, hands still in fists, "Arrest these, these Outlanders! Spittin' on locals, using magic in a barfight. You'd be right mad if you din't throw a chair at someone who spit in your face too! Magic 'as no place 'ere!"
The rest of his crew seem to be a bit more at ease that Ralton isn't pursing a fight here, "Yeah, no place for magic like that but Noregard!" says one of them.
You begin to hear the voices of people around you, saying things like, "Get them outta here!" and "Somebody get the guard!", and "Cant you see were trying to eat!?"
Walf shakes his head at Durnir for using magic and mutters to himself
"He should know better. Durnir is going to get himself killed."
He wonders if any of the strangers know anything about magic in these lands and the consequences of those that use illegally....Walf is panicking unsure what to do. He slowly gets up and walks over to Ralton's table and speaks to Ralton "Hello, Walf is Walf. Walf want to buy Ralton and friends a drink to forget about Walf's friend Durnir involvement. Durnir new to beautiful lands. Walf pay for Durnir's what is the word....mistake, yes, mistake, with drinks! What do Ralton say hmmm?"
Durnir forgot himself completely. It's been years since he's been back to his home, he forgot how superstitious people were about magic. He only meant to scare the ruffian. He's been using his new God given gifts daily in Es'verdai-El. It was second nature.
Now, to run, or smooth things over.
Jail is probably not the place they should spend the night on there first day in a new land.
With a silent prayer to Helm, Durnir raise his arms. He will say to the room and the bartender "I apologize. I used some parlor tricks to scare him away from a fight. It seems we disturbed everyone here. We're new here and I was worried for my friend. We'll leave, if you wish. But, as compensation, I'll pay for drinks for everyone here. What say you all? "
Walf smiles hearing Durnir accept his drink idea and offer as well.
Now completely forgetting about her threats, Khione turned and stared heavily at Durnir and Walf, her expression changing from fierce calmness to one of utter dumbfoundment. As her attention had previously been on- unsuccessfully, she might add- keeping the men from getting violent, she hadn't even noticed Aldaban's use of magic and thus was incredibly confused about why all the patrons were now screaming obscenities or why the threat of guards was being thrown around. "Let's not bring guards into this," she thought tentatively. Khione let her offense position relax, keeping her weapons casually by her sides. "Do any of you understand what is happening right now, because many things have just conspired all at once and I'm afraid I've lost the plot." She said, angling herself so she could speak to Eirlys, Davis, Mikael, Gunter, and Darius together.
Eirlys has a similar look of confusion and astonishment at everything going on. Her hand strays away from her weapon for the time, as she takes in what is happening. "No... ah, no need to call for guards!" The woman claims quickly, trying to raise her voice above the others as to be heard this time. She looks between Davis and Khione, before looking at the spell slinging strangers. "We'll be able to handle them, long enough to escort them to the guards at least. Guild honor."
The two would know she was most likely lying, and most likely trying to just get out of the situation.
((Deception if needed: 4))
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Ivy feels hair raise on the back of their neck, their heart was pounding and their eyes fixated on the potential threats. Tensions were growing and their defences on high alert. This escalated quickly.
As other patrons begin to shout their way, Ivy’s ears begin to droop. She looks over to the tavernkeeper with saddened blue hues and mouths an apology. She had no intentions of disrespecting the hand that could feed her. Returning their gaze to the scene of ruffians before them, Ivy lower’s their arm and weapon, then mutters. “May have overstayed our welcome…” She remains on alert.
just an unstable unicorn.
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The spectral hand fades away, abating its icy grip. However, the coldness has not left Adaban's eyes, blood still gushing from his nose and mouth where the chair had hit him. The front of his clothes virtually ruined, and the floor slickening.
In a pained voice, he says, "If one wishes to live by laws, they must themselves be just. My crime to you was unfortunate, and deserving recompense. But your response to me was malicious, and nearly fatal. My actions were in keeping with yours, yours were not within reason. Now you clamor for justice? Fine. Mine will be the wiser path, as you will have my forgiveness... and my mercy. Know this though... Attack this body again and I will kill you all."
He turns to those he just met. "My actions have compromised your visit to this place. To repay your many kindnesses in such a way is unforgivable. Would you allow this one to make amends? Though without possessions, one does have talents. If allowed, to travel together until a debt is repaid?"
Davis relaxes his stance marginally as the hostility drains from the room. He glances to Khione. "Please put your weapons away. Drawing such here was foolish at best." He has a tone of disapproval as his eyes narrow on Khione. "You do not draw a weapons, in a bar fight, unless weapons are drawn against you. Escalating it in that matter is for cut-throats and scum, not honorable fighters." He then glances to the thugs. "Yes, I do believe the throwing of a chair was a good response to getting spit upon, and would have likely done the same if it had happened to me." He glances to the newcomers. "Some of you are likely new to these lands, so let me tell you that use of magic is prohibited here." Turning to the bar-at-large. "No one was really hurt here, no more than a bloody face and a bit of a zing from who knows what. I say let things stand as they are, the guard would be wasting their time by getting involved now."
Persuasion is rolled in the game log, I got a 14. Adaban, Adaban,
Ralton furrows his brow, huffing and puffing. He begins to speak, but is interrupted.
The Tavernkeeper, hands on his hips, speaks aloud to the entire room, "Now listen 'ere all ya's involved! I want ya's out of here, now! Take yer damn tomfoolery outside - I won't be 'avin' chairs tossed about me tavern before the fookin' sun's down. If ya's wanna buy a round for the tavern it'll cost yas..." He starts to count out the tables, "eight sheckles (sp)."
He the turns to face the ruffians, "And Ralton, you's be payin' me for another chair. I knows you has the price from last weekend. Next time you throw a chair during dinner hour, ya ain't comin' back 'ere, ever! You understand? Now take your mates and piss off!"
Khione lookes to Davis, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly. "Being unprepared during an altercation is what gets people killed," she said rather coldly. "Why should I leave myself vulnerable over something as menial as pride? Honor isn't as important as you believe it to be, Davis." Nevertheless, she sheathed her weapons once more into their holsters. Shaking her head a bit at how this confusing situation escalated so quickly, she turned her gaze slightly downwards to Eirlys. "Perhaps we have overstayed our welcome, as short as it was. I'll be outside if you two care to join me." And with that, Khione casually turned and walked outside the tavern.
Durnir will nod to the barkeep. He returns to the table and downs his mead in one draught. "Can't have that going to waste, sad I'll be missing the shrimp and grits." He will go to the tavernkeeper and place a gold on the bar. "I'm very sorry for the trouble we've caused. You have mighty fine Mead! May Helm watch over and protect you."
He will turn back to the group and notices the condition of Adaban. Durnir will go over and offer him a shoulder of support him. He chuckles at Adaban's offer "No worries, no worries. I was a fool and used magic as well. I'm from these parts, I should know better. You owe me no debt, at least. If you want to come travel with us, feel free, but not under a sense of obligation." In a whisper, he'll say "I'll patch you up once we get outside. No sense is causing more of a stir with more magic in here, even if it's a blessing of Helm. "
Once they get outside and are out of sight of the others, Durnir will say a silent prayer to Helm and simply say "Heal". A warmness will pass over Adaban as Healing Word gives you 6.
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Davis sighs. He moves out with Khione. "There is a difference between a simple bar fight and a true combat." He tells her as they step outside. "Did you see any of the thugs in there grabbing an actual weapon?" he nods back to the bar. "They used what was at hand, a table, a bottle, no blades, no cudgels, just what was at hand." He looks back to Khione. "Maybe you are more use to full-on combat, where lifes are in the balance, but a bar fight is not that way. Those thugs would have bloodied some lips, knocked some heads together, but it is doubtful things would have gone further than that. Not unless a true weapon was drawn..." He eyes the now-sheathed weapons at Khione's side, then meaningfully meets her eyes again. "I will leave this here, my piece has been said." He gives her a nod then and moves off to one side, to wait for the others to join them.
(OOC: Hope this is ok with you, just playing Davis as a cool-headed and rule-following sort. If he is coming on too-strong then let me know and I can back off of this aspect of him.)
Walf follows Durnir back to the table and stuffs bread and the jam into his bag before leaving with the group
With Durnir's healing spell, Adaban bows formally. "Deepest gratitude for your kindness, and yet another gift. To travel with such companions would be ideal. Though... one is confused. Why would any peoples outlaw magic? Does the weave not flow properly here? More to, how does one remain legal if one is infused with magic as we are?" He shakes his head. "Sadness of the soul that these would outlaw such gifts. Is all the world fallen to such madness?"
With the others already out ahead, Ivy collects their snacks, biting onto a chunk of bread and pushing their chair back in before scurrying out after Walf. Once out the door, Ivy looks left, then right, then back again. Lifting their nose in the air, she sniffs. Locking onto familiar scents, Ivy pads over to find the others. She’d walk by two of the other patrons on the way to Walf, Adaban and Durnir, nodding their way in polite acknowledgement.
Coming around the corner, Ivy would find Walf, Durnir and Adaban just as Durnir was mending Adaban’s wounds. Popping up on tiptoes, she’d hover behind the pair to inspect Durnir’s work, snack still held in mouth. Ivy has skills and abilities that could help heal too, but she was in awe at the warmth and gentle display shared by Durnir. She was content with observing in an effort to learn.
Ivy would tilt their head in curiosity, then absentmindedly nod along to
Durnir’sAdaban’s questions. They were good questions. The whole guffaw over the use of magic really boggled Ivy. Their brows furrow in a mix of confusion and sadness. Biting off a chunk of bread, Ivy frees their lips to finally break their silence. “It feels almost unnatural to control magic to this degree…” She fidgets with the piece of bread. “The anger towards it… The fear…” She shudders as if trying to shake off the negative feeling. Their lips purse in a frown. “Is this… right?” Blue hues look up to the others.just an unstable unicorn.
Walf smiles at Ivy and does his best in common to answer so that the other 2 hear as well "Magics in the wrong hands cause great damages and harms. Persons here are taught these great harms done by wizards ages ago under the rule of the mad king. Magics users hunted....still hunted because this happen. Es'verdai-el is safe place for you and you and you and Walf. Crosslands fear you and you and you and Walf for fear bad will happen again. This is their way... to Ivy or Adaban it wrong but to Crosslands it right. Keep a low profile and learn this place. Maybe learn through...Walf lose word....learn through...work, yes work. Help people, learn what important to people here but careful where magic used, yes?"
"You have the right of it my friend." Davis says, having remained close by as the newcomers had come out of the inn. He still felt a bit unsettled by how bad the bar fight could have gone, but smiles at the four newcomers now as he walks over. "My name is Davis." He offers in greeting. "I work for the Moscato Beach Mercenary guild out of Champaign." He looks between the four, but, as he sees no recognition in the company's name, he shrugs. "Anyway, it is as your friend here says, magic is frowned upon, quite fiercely frowned upon, here in these lands. Many may not agree with that, but the law is the law, and you either live by the laws of the land you are in, or you soon find yourself an outlaw in those lands." He glances around, then lowers his voice. "Now don't get me wrong, there are a lot of folks who know magic is no more or less than a good blade. It is the person who uses it that decides to do good or ill with it. I myself don't mind a bit of magic here and then, but..." He shrugs, as if to say what can you do.
Khione did not respond to Davis' statement, instead choosing to lean against the wall of the tavern and tilt her head slightly at his scolding. She didn't move a muscle after Davis walked over to begin speaking to those loud magic-folk, although she began studying their body language and facial structures from her position, trying to garner if any of these people had ill intentions against her group as she waited for Eirlys.
(That's a 19 insight on Aldaban, Ivy, Durnir, and Walf. And Davis, you're good! No worries here)