The tavern heavily protected by the actions of the mysterious Keep before she left stands within a desolute forest renowned for the strange goings on within it.
A strange, welcoming prescence is felt by those who travel close to it without evil intent.
Within it Yanna moves around when the sickness enables her to do so...
Yanna's sickness is strange as at times she feels fine (but still quite weak, wobbly & nauseous) & then all of a sudden will find her self being violently sick not able to keep anything down for awhile.
The good lady Keep had been looking after her well, but had now left on one of her mysterious journeys. As Yanna was the only customer at present she was quite enjoying the peace & quiet compared to the weeks of chaos, death & destruction that had become her life lately. She was still missing Bowman terribly & kept beating herself up trying to work out if she could have saved him in some way from the dragons wrath. She kept wishing she understood more of the dragons & the dragon knights as she had not yet received any training & felt very confused & overwhealmed by it all & her destiny that the strange man with the timer had gone on about.
The door of the tavern slams open....silhouetted within the doorway is a small figure....short and stout....a cloth cap covers much of the head underneath it...drooping down over the eyes and bulbous nose.....green and brown clothes adorn the strange character......a green long jacket which reaches to the knees along with plain brown linen trousers....highly shined hide boots and a heavy travelling cloak complete the attire....over the shoulder is thrown a large bundle tied securely and held with one gloved hand......
“Room at the tavern?” comes a surprisingly loud call from one that barely reaches half way up the wooden door frame........
Yanna come bustling out from the kitchen where she was getting a quick meal of bread & cheese (while her stomach was allowing her time to eat!) to see who had arrived.
She looks down at the man & sensing no animosity from him, smiles & says 'yep there is definitely room as Im the only one here at the moment. Keep has gone out for a while, but I know she welcomes all with good intentions so Im sure there would be no problem'
'Can I get you some food or drink?'
Appraising the female before him his eyes wide the newcomer whips of his cap and bows low..his nose almost touching his knees as he does so...
“Greetings fine lady, food would indeed be welcomed..especially if I may share it with such... enticing company...may I have the pleasure of your name?”
Staying bowed low only his eyes move travelling up Yanna’s figure resting upon her face....a charming smile upon his own features...
'Is cheese, bread & fruit OK? Im afraid I haven't got any thing hot cooking as....well Ive not been up to eating much lately! Oh my name is Yanna by the way.' she shouts from the kitchen as she grabs the meal & some ale.
As she re-enters the room she adds '& your name is?'
Seating himself on one of the wooden benches his feet dangling in the air the newcomer tucks his cap into his belt......
Watching Yanna re-enter the room his face thoughtful...appraising her....
“A feast fit for a dragon!” he exclaims as he accepts the platter and the tankard...drinking from the tankard and smacking his lips he places it carefully on the table beside the platter...picking up some bread and breaking a small piece, holding it within his fingertips he looks at her once more....
“My name is Mahtan...my friends refer to me as Tan, please consider yourself a friend...” popping the bread into his mouth he selected some cheese and broke another piece of bread of and continued with his meal....
Between mouthfuls....”Yanna, a most alluring name...fitting for the owner....pray tell how you find yourself alone here..”
'Well I was traveling with friends when I got ill......speaking of which!!!!!!!!!!!!' Yanna turns a delightful shade of green & runs out the room to be sick yet again, leaving behind a shocked Tan sat on the bench.
Watching the fleeing figure a knowing look edges onto his face....
Pushing his platter to one side..making room for his satchel he roots through the contents...finding what he wants he produces a small mortal and pestle and some pouches ...
Empting some of two pouches into the small basin he begins pummelling it with a vigorous action....
After a few moment he glances to where Yanna had disappeared...before upending the mix into her goblet....nodding to himself as he does so...
Muttering to himself as he replaces the items back into his pouch...”Itll either help or do nowt..either way I’ll know.....”
Pulling the platter back infront of him he continues to eat his meal...finishing it quickly and washing it down with some of the ale.....
When she returns Yanna will find nothing untoward in his demeanor nor her drink.....
Yanna enters the room still feeling quite queasy & slumps down next to the new comer. 'Im sorry about that, but I seem to have a strange stomach upset that only I got.....Im not normally that rude to run out on a conversation!' she says with a slight laugh & a blush. She then pushes her plate of food away as she just cant face any more right now, but does pick up her drink & have a small sip while asking 'so what brings you here then Mahtan?'