Felicity Rhyolite stepped into the bar with a push of the door. Elves may had once had a lavish and stylish culture, but this inn was a far cry from it. The inn was well kept, clean and up to safety standards. Yet, it lacked the culture and architecture that was widely known in Raiaera. It was a standard inn. Tables and chairs, a ministral stage, all the works. Felicity held the door open for the little fae who was walking in by her. The fae's broken wings were a daunting sight. The butterfly like wings, so delicate and intricate, were torn and ripped. Felicity had not done this to her, yet felt guilty over a friend feeling the need to go that far. Yes, it was in self defense, but the wings were just painful to look at.

Of course, the shredded wings were why they were in this tavern in the first place. The need for a healer. Felicity's healing skills only went as far as humanlike biology. These wings were foreign and alien to her. She was unable to help. From a distant table, Felicity noticed a hand waving. Cheerful Celandine, the diplomat who had saved the day, was sitting at a table with teas and food. Felicity's mouth watered as she darted to the table. Oh, the food looked scrumptious!

"Meat? Cheese? Bread? Yes! Thank you, Celandine!"

Felicity sat down, the chair groaning beneath her. She waited for the invite to dig in at the edge of her seat. The only thing this lovely set up was missing was coffee. Coffee with an abysmal amount of creamer, whipped cream, and chocolate drizzle. Oh well. Felicity would have to hope this tea stuff had caffeine. The sugar was promising as well.

As the fireplaces of the inn flickered and glowed, Felicity's chair moaned from Felicity's bulky muscle mass and weight. She was shorter and stout, though also trim and not that heavy. She pushed her long, messy orange hair behind her shoulders. Beneath her heavy and loose clothes, her arms were indeed muscular.

When Celandine gave her and Crystal the go ahead, Felicity piled her tiny plate with one of each in the wide array of meats, cheeses, and breads. As she devoured those, she poured tea into her cup and dumped enough sugar to make the ocean taste like unicorns. She stirred her tea, not so daintily, and finally lifted her sugar tea to her mouth and sipped.

"Hmm..."

Felicity placed the cup down and started dumping more sugar in.

As the sugar waterfalled into the cup, a dwarf rushed into the inn. With a huff, the dwarf with a detailed beard approached the table. He started looking at the fae's condition. As Felicity popped a piece of cheese into her mouth, stirring the sugar into her tea, she came to the conclusion that this was the eccentric doctor her friend Rehtul had referred to.

The dwarf motioned Crystal to their table and tossed his heavy leather bag up. He nodded to the table and cheerfully told the fae, "Over there, and we'll get you right as rain."

As Crystal and the doctor settled into the table, Felicity finally settled with her sugar tea and started drinking it.