This had turned quite short very surprisingly. Darkhor had been left with by the man with mixed thoughts and turned to the woman. He was now wondering what could be done if suicide wasn't the answer. He didn't believe that any priest would help at all remembering the last time that he had ever turned to one. It all seemed to the drakkollis that everyone had hated his kind but it didn't seem that these two were like this. He understood if the man couldn't help him at all but it was already reaching the time he had to go home and rest. He had to make sure that the child was still alive. Thinking that maybe just one more try. Just this once more that. That maybe there were those who were willing to help but since the man left claiming he couldn't help it wasn't much that convincing to him. The only one who had not moved was the woman. Darkhor asked, "Could you be possibly of any help in my situation? If not… I will go do what it is that I must do in order to get something or someone to help." He felt that the man wasn't much help other than what advice he was given before leaving him.

Vinsue had watched the small fight. normal she would have joined but with an egg developing inside it was a very bad idea. Not to mention it was not her fight. She was glad the woman stopped it. also an unusual for her for she loved the sounds and internment it brought. 

Vinsue was quick to listen to the conversation. mostly cause she wanted to see if a solution like the girl was going for was possible. She understood the thought of being saw as a munster but she had the lovely ability to appear human when she needed. She got up and walked over to the remaining two.

"Im sorry for eavesdropping but I'm a healer that may be able to help your kid. as well i may have a few solutions to your other problem" She said in a calm tone. She wore her simple brown robe with its hood up. her belly had a slight bodge as if she had overstuffed her self as the only indication of her caring a child. 

"Aww! I wanted to see it unfold more! Boo! Boo boo boo booooooo!" Alistar pouted slightly, he loved seeing how mortals fight for the stupidest of reasons. "Can we continue It? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? It was finally getting good!" Alistar floated just below the roof of the tavern, staring at the few there and chewing on a strange, dark substance.

"I… What?" Events were unfolding far more quickly than Caeda was prepared to process. The interactions of nobility were couched in nuance, it was true, but that nuance occurred slowly. Reputations, finances, and stores of political power were built over years, not minutes; the exchanges of power and influence at work here in the tavern were occurring in the span of mere seconds. It was almost too much for the poor blonde-haired lady to comprehend.

The woman shook and swayed on her feet as her cloaked eyes moved from one patron to the next as the one-on-one altercation turned into a proper brawl of banter and boisterous talk. A healer stepped forward, clad in simple cloth like hers, offering her services to the suddenly saddened beast man in the far chair. Next, a baffling (and floating!) creature piped up from his place near the ceiling of all places, casting its gaze downward upon the masses like they were pieces in a life-sized chess board. Right. Caeda was clearly and utterly out of her league.

"Well," she finally spoke, her voice quavering, "I know little about healing save for a few minor cantrips and blessings that I've been taught. I don't know that I could cleanse something as complex as a disease or disorder of the lungs. But I do think you should be willing to seek out help; I have to believe that the good faith of this city's people could bear your child to good health upon the wings of their well-intentioned courtesy. In short, perhaps we should not resort to any drastic measures enacted upon ourselves or others until all other legitimate avenues of remedy have been explored?" The woman spoke with a steady, learned cadence to her bell-like voice that set her apart from the crowd; hopefully it did not attract too much attention beyond that which she was attempting to garner with the group already assembled.

Darkhor stiffened up to the sudden crowding of the room. He tried to responding first to Vinsue but it just was too overwhelming. Then when he finally said something it was stuttered sentences, "I-I I I I… I-I nn-never thought I would get so much attention— d-drawn t-to m-me.." Then he was went silent for another moment and went back to stuttering trying to answer Caeda as he tried to comprehend all the talk, "S-sorry I…… this is too much at once!" Standing up to his full height at 10 feet he suddenly bolted for the door but stopped and glared at the man floating and hissed, "You enjoy something that I do not enjoy. Why don't you do it yourself if you yourself enjoys this!" He raised and shook his claws in front of him kicking a chair angered then spat at him, "I have a son that needs help and fighting isn't the way to get the help needed is it?" A black mist began to spill from all sides of his body as he tried to threaten the one who wanted him to keep fighting.

Alistar just floated back down until he landed on the ground. "I don't need to fight when I have pawns to do it for me. And you sir need to learn some manners when you talk to your elders!" The 5ft tall male marched up to the other, staring up at him. "Now, do you wish to rephrase what you said or do I have to get violent." He says mockingly, pulling out his little bunny plush and holding it.

This was certainly getting absurd. Caeda stares at the diminuitive, plush-clutching boy facing off against the veritable giant. They had been oh so close to avoiding a violent end, too… Frightened, the woman opts to simply press herself back against the bar that she had been resting against moments before this entire ordeal began. "Come now! There's no need for this. Check all perceived slights and grievances at the door. This is a place of public frivolity, not a battleground!"

The woman's voice was quiet, though it spoke with conviction. Caeda truly wished to forge a peaceful solution out of these resolute, flashing embers of anger and vitriol. Unfortunately for the idealistic young noblewoman, such a solution was not liable to emerge between these baffling agents.

Darkor frowned at Alistar and then spoke more calmly, "You assume my age? I will rephrase my words. I do not wish to fight and all I came for was peace. To be away from the chaos, violence and death!" He stared at the bunny plush then back at the man, "My son is ill… It is very late now and I dread what I will come back to find. I only simply wish to make him happy. I also do not wish be scaring a woman!" He turned to Caeda seeing her backed up against the bar she had been sitting at. Sighing and shaking his head, "I could very may well just leave now and forget this night." Dakhor had more things in mind if more violence where to break out but he hoped it wouldn't fail him. The drakkollis was feeling weary and tired wanting to get away from the place where the violence had broke out. He didn't want any of this and it caused him to feel more stress than he had been feeling. The drakkollis hated the feeling and wanted to escape from it, to escape it all at once.

"Hmmm, well for starters you should now that my actual age is around 300 and your son should be fine as long as he gets the right treatment. At least, that is what your emotions tell me. But for a good tip, try looking for help somewhere other than a stinky bar full of a bunch of drunks. It usually doesn't have many people willing and sober enough to do anything." Alistar smiles inoccently before walking right past the man and out the door. "Have fun, I have to go water my garden."

Darkhor before he left out the door, "If anyone would have understood that this was never intended…" The drakkollis then turned around left out the door. A few minutes passed by until he came back in and grabbed his mug of honey mead he never finished. He stood there and downed it as he was scratching something into the bar, "Maybe I shall meet you all at some other point but I must go home." He then turned his back to everyone and disappeared in a poof of black mist leaving almost no trace of the drakkollis anywhere. It was silent now and all that was left was a note, "A cure for a child. Death is always present."