So, Rayedem had managed to escape the main street with Evan, thanks to Lucille for the dungbomb decoy. It wasn't a polite exit, but at least he was gone. And that was all he really wanted--he didn't want to hang around on the main street with face covered with blood, now, did he? And he was sure that if Evan needed help, he'd be there no matter what. Luckily the Three Broomsticks wasn't far from where they were, and he was glad to finally be there.

Entering the bar with Evan by his side, Rayedem frowned at the smell of various liqueurs. Ugh. The smell was pleasant, but it reminded him of those parties he was always forced to go to. He never found wearing coats and ties fun--what with the heat and the uncomfortableness. He shook this thought off of his mind and looked up at Evan.

"Leds juz sidh ober derr." he suggested, pointing a table. It was quite far from they were--but at least the tables around it were empty.