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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jemal" data-source="post: 4831281" data-attributes="member: 9026">Kay'el quietly buys a private room, and excuses himself for a few moments from his companions.  Once in his room, he removes his soaked clothes and finds some a tad drier from his pack, inspecting his wound while he's at it.  Though not trained in the healers art, he is an adventurer and warrior, and few of those live to his age without learning how to at least dress a wound.  Assured that it isn't going to bleed all over his next set of clothes, he redresses in something a bit more befitting 'civilization' (Or at least this small portion of it), and heads back downstairs.Once back in the main room, the well-groomed and noble elf moves to the bar and gains the attention of the barkeep "My good Man, I do not know if such luxuries are available around here, but if you happen to have access to elven spirits, I would be most appreciative.  Otherwise, I'll take my meal with a pint of your finest local brew."</blockquote>