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Lionel dusts himself off. "Well, folks, all this talk 'bout Cayden an' all makes me all thirsty. I suggest we all make our way to tha tavern, get some beer down tha gullets." He stands still for a moment as his body begins covering itself in swarms of ethereal wasps, and the smell of cheap perfume covers the area.
"That's betta! So, who's comin'! I'm buyin', since thanks ta ya folk I ain't takin' a dirt nap right 'bout now!". he says, patting Reed and Numair on the back. "You're invited too, Eve, I promise I'll be behavin' propa!"
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"I'll..." Eveline hesitates, she takes a good look left and right, then lets a slight smirk on her face, "Fine. Something to get this tension off of me. That arrow that hit you really got us scared. Might as well celebrate that you are still among the living... because you're a colleague, of course, no sense in losing capable agents?"
Eve does feel nervous about going into a tavern, and remains suspicious of Lionel, checking every mug whether or not he chose to switch the drink to an elixir of love just because he's so Calistrian.
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Reed pats Lionel on the shoulder in a friendly way. "You did have us scared there, buddy, but you're one tough Calistrian. I, for one, would sure like a drink." Exultant over the small group's victory over the Grey Woman, the ranger is more than happy to go relax and enjoy himself in a quiet corner of a tavern.