From observation of the rise and fall of breathing, Ghadmyr can ascertain the person is alive, albeit relaxed.
"Demon drink, m'thinking."
Healaugh plants himself in front of the man and glares up at him.
"If tha's in drink taken, tha should be shamed of thesen. There's questions to be answered."
Healaugh discovers coming closer that it is not a man at all but a dusky-skinned lass, who drukenly looks up and lashes out at him with a chair leg, slurring at him to get away.
She waves the chair leg some more, before seeing the other members of the party and then babbling excitedly in some foreign tongue.
Ynyr, master of languages, tries to decipher the babble.
"Canst sober lass up a bit, Ynyr?"
Healaugh backs off, rubbing his arm.
Ynyr thinks about ice packs, water and soothing words.
"Anyone got a bucket of water?"
"Tha canst throw it. M'staying out of way," grumbles Healaugh, rubbing his damaged arm.
"We should bear in mind that we appear to have broken into the lady's house. I suppose we should be as delicate as possible when dousing her with water..."
Ynyr's knowledge of the mechanisms of the human body concurs with Ghadmyr's assessment. Kindness rather than shock treatment would be better in this case.
Hoping that his benign and harmless appearance will offset Macmorr's axe wielding presence, Healaugh's general hostility and Ghadmyr's imposing elfin charm, Ynyr tentatively holds out his hands.
"Well, now, do you see, we are hunting for something that has hurt a good many people and we would like to set that right. I have no way of knowing if you understand me, but I do assure you that we mean no harm to you at all and are most apologetic for breaking into your home."
"Whuh- ah, fuzzy.. bluh..." She grabs Ynyr's hands, "Oooo nice hands..." she pats Ynyr's hands, and grins floppily.
You notice she has a foreign accent, not helped by her drunken slurring.
"So my Daelyn always says,"
Ynyr sounds wistful.
"How can we help you now, miss? Would a drink of water make you feel better, I am wondering, because it is easy to see one such as yourself would not be in such a distressing state unless the circumstances were very bad, is that not so?"
"Aye. Speak oop, lass. If'n hard words spoke earlier unsettling tha, m'sorry. Never was tactful."
Healaugh sounds a bit abashed. He looks optimistically around to see if he can find any eggs.
"Seest hen's fruit anywhere, our Ghadmyr? Happen can make bit of cure for lass if we've mind on't."
"Water... yes..."
Ynyr fetches a cup of water for the girl and waits for her to drink it.
"Do you have a name, lass?" Ghadmyr asks once she has drank.
"Yara..." she says more certainly now.
"Well now, Yara, can we be helping you at all?"
"You can help me *blegh* eshcape." she slurs.
"Aye. Happen we can do that. Walking's easy. Can fend off Tasloi for tha, but happen tha meant summat different."
"Oh yesh... yah're a funny little man... tashloi, yesh, dangerous..."
"From whom do you wish to escape?" Ghadmyr asks, his patience wearing thin.
"Yah're funny too... pointy earsh....", she smiles cheerfully, as she lolls, "Shivnar wash killed, so I could'f got out, but tashloi... shoot arrowsh..."
"Who is Shivnar and what has he done to put you in fear?"
Ynyr is at his most sympathetic.
"Shivnar... he's my master. He was my master. Dead now. Tasloi woulda killed me, now he's dead." she slurs.
Ghadmyr cuts right to the chase, "We have also heard reports of attacks from a strange boar. Have you seen or heard of such a beast?"
She lurchingly points at Ghadmyr, and yelps "That's what did it! Tha's what killed 'im!"
"So the pig strikes again. Any idea where it is?"
"Reet. Happen boar were something of this Shinvar, like?"
"My friend is asking, do you see, if this Shinvar was responsible for the boar in some manner, which is not always easy to tell."
Ynyr translates.
Yara looks stupefied by the burblings of the two friends, and then grins, "You both talk so funny!" she says happily.
"Never mind how funny we talk, lass. Where's yon boar now?"
"I dunno, bin too scared to look out..."
Ynyr sighs sympathetically and looks out of the window.
Healaugh concentrates on finding out what Shinvar has to do with the boar.
"So, this Shinvar of yourn summon boar, like? Feckless of him if that's way of it."
"Summon, no... don' think so... it turned up, hammering at the gate, an' so he got his wand and got that face on him, all *rraghn snarggh* and he's all, 'what's all this? I cannot have interruptions!" and then the boar comes in large as a.. a house! And kils him."
"Oh dear."
She vomits noisily on the floor.
Ynyr sees nothing outside untoward.
Healaugh moves his feet.
"Boar hammered at gate?"
"Yeah, tryin' to get in, I s'pose..."
"What happened after that?"
"Well, it started smashin' around, drove off all the other shervants, and the sholdiers. It was poundin' away on the door to the shealed chamber... bu' it couldn't get in. Then, it was like it kinda had a think about it, like it was kinda wonderin' what to do, and then it ran off."
"Strange. Did the pig seem to be looking for something?"
"This wasn't a pig! It was massive! All white and furry! Some giant wild boar! Yeah... I guess it coulda been looking for somethin'... have you got a drink, tall, dark and handsome?" she asks Macmoor.