Meciathe

"I'm fine have had to much ale," Dirmire smiling at Nawen as she placed them on the table. He looked at Edward, "How did you fall down a hill?"

Dirmire was sitting and messing round with knife. He dropped it and it went in his foot. He pulld it out and looked at the blood oozing out of left foot. "That hurt" he said. He poured some ale on it and made a horrible face. He then took some cloth out and pressed against his foot.

Dirmire sat there looking at his ale. "What to do" he thought. He took as sip from his drink and looked at Nawen and Selene and listened in on there conversation.

"I don't know bored." He looked at Nawen and gave her the carved bear.

Dirmire looked around then put his dagger away and looked at the bear he had whittled.

Dirmire carried on carving the table when he saw someone at the back of the tavern with a dagger.

Dirmire got a chair and sat next to Nawen he then resumed carving chunks of table.

Dirmire carried looking at the table. He got a dagger and startd to carve out chunks of wood.

Dirmire said nothing and looked at the floor depressed he then got up and walked over to Aardorn and Nawen. He sat down and looked around the tavern.

Dirmire just sat in the corner making the odd glance at Aardorn and Nawen seeing what they were doing. His mouth still bled from the glass and the alcohol stung him slightly.

OOC: what did she say

As Nawen entered he looked at the door and smiled brifly then looked back down at his drink sad.

Dirmire just sat on the steps on his own starring into a thrid pint of ale.

Dirmire just sat in the corner on his own sad. He had healed his nose and now was just sitting there looking in his ale.

Dirmire entered the tavern and ordered a drink he sat down in the corner trying to fix his broken nose.

"You now what have the money," Dirmire scwoled and threw a bag of money at Aardorn and it landed in front of Aardorns feet. Dirmire turned his head and started to walk to the tavern. "The skeletons and dragon was ages ago."

dirmire turned around, "What did I do for you shove a bottle down my throat I didn't try to kill you or anything."

Dirmire stopped and turned his head and said, "What do you want."

Dirmire was walking towards the tavern when saw Aardorn he stopped he didn't want to get close but he wanted a drink. He put his hood up and tried to sneek by.

Dirmire opened the door to his house and walked up to his bedroom. He drank some more potions and started to heal his mouth with numurous spells. He then went back out side closed the door and walked to the tavern.

Dirmire whipped the blood of his hand onto to the snow and smile weakly at Nawen. He then stood and started to limp towards his house.

Dirmire reached in his mouth pulled out the glass after each more blood would pour on his hand. After he got the last piece out he drank one of the potion it stung his mouth. "Thank you," He said to Nawen weakly.

dirmire lay in the snow his mouth full of glass and bleeding his nose broken and bleeding.

Dirmire mouth bled. He screamed and put his arm out to block Aardorns kick.

OOC: Dirmire push him out the way so he could get the potion from his house.