A drakna walks into the tavern clad only in a set of black and silver robes with his hood drawn. He takes a look around the bar after spotting a seat in the back he heads in that direction. After taking his seat he orders a bottle of wine and a meal from the barmaid. After the maid leaves to go get his order the stranger removes his hood showing silver leathery skin with patch works of scales. When the maid returns the man pays her and begins to eat his food after finishing he leans back in his seat and sips his wine slowly seeming to almost meditate in the climate of the room.
Akon leans back, a displeased look on her face. She pulled a wine skin from her hip and poured the blood red liquid into her goblet as she leaned against the tavern wall. "Aye, you did....thrice to be exact. I did what I could to get you away from their shinanigans. Needless to say, I was with you the whole time. Change...indeed." She said, sipping lightly from the rim. Her eyes wandered the tavern then, eyeing the other occupants. "How are you handling it?"
It wasn't long after the drakna had sat back that Akon yet again followed, keeping her charge of protection. She then slipped into the seat across from him. She sat their silent for a prolonged moment before leaning in and whispering quietly a question only for his ears. "Are you alright...."