Finnegan looks up. "Aww, shut up!" He bangs his head against the table once again for good measure.
"Could you do it before I have to go on this quest? Maybe throw me off the roof? Please?"
Meanwhile, Althior walked back into the hall with bags under his eyes. Weeks of work were all spent on a cure- no- the cure. The infection had started to spread up his arm. He could feel it eating him from the inside. He saw his name under the quest he and Alexis signed up for, along with her name and some Warden fellow. Finally, something that he can set his mind on besides the cure. He felt the mark ripple under his glove as he walked up to the bar. He sighed. Most of his friends had gone. Tarn, Arthur, Haldor, Skrall. The only one he knew were Alexis and Arasmyth. He sat by Alexis and kissed he on the cheek. He brought the smile back to his face as not to make her worry. "Ready to go?"