Silas was shocked to hear Crimson's voice in his head. As he was about to respond Blane somehow set a tree on fire. As Crimson put Blane on Oak's back I examined his energy signals. "Seems like he's a magic being too." Silas muttered.he re-examined Blane. "Ah, I have a theory. Mister Blane doesn't use magic, so he's like a bucket with a very small hole, the hole releases some magic naturally but not as constantly as someone who uses magic. So when I healed him with my magic, his acted like it was an attack on his body since he never used it before Mister Blane couldn't control it. So his magic bubbled up and reacted." Silas winced at the magical flames on the tree. "So he burned off the excess magic without really knowing how. Good news, his magic isn't badly reacting to mine anymore and he is in no danger just magically exausted. Bad news is if doesn't learn to control it, next time the outburst will be bigger...." Silas mumbled out looking at the passed out man. "Some rest is all that can help him now. We should hurry and get him to bed." Silas hesitated a bit before he took off his cloak and draped it on the poor man.

Crimson watched the tree burn. "But how can we teach a man that hates magic to use magic? In my mind it does not work." He thought for a moment. "I have some money with me, and as a result of him not telling us where he lived we will have to stay in the in tonight. Oak you may have to sleep outside, or you can even sleep in the barn. Or I could use magic to change you to a human." That was one of the only spells Crimson knew, and he used it very little. A time to use magic was a rare thing but when you could it was a blessing.

Oaks eyes widen. "Human?" He says laying down so those who were on his back could get off. "Human."

" I haven't the slightest idea on how to get him on board with the idea, but I know I don't want to get on his bad side....again." Silas involuntarily shivered he is skittish by nature an was highly terrified when Blane got angry. "He also needs and a offensive magic user to teach him, I can't since I'm more of a defensive and healer type user." Silas looks at Crimson. "I'm not good at offensive magic and by the looks of that tree he is."
Silas then checked Blane's condition to see if he opened any wounds. Everything seemed fine with the man, minus the bandages and and his unconscious state. Silas redressed his bandages and reapplied some salve.
"Crimson, if you know any offensive magic you could teach him, if he accepts that is." Silas was embarrassed to say he never even learned to breathe fire. As Oak lowered them down Silas got off. Silas rechecked Blane and re secured his cloak on Blane. Silas felt slightly uncomfortable without it on but he rather fell uncomfortable than face Blane panicking when he wakes up, Silas still felt fear for this man."For now we must make sure he wears this cloak, it's enhanced with lavender and other herbs to keep him calm and ward off nightmares." Silas was impressed that Crimson seemed to know so many spells. "You will be turning Oak to a human? That's sounds like an advanced spell, Crimson you must be a talented magician."

Crimson smiles. "It one of the only spells I am confident using." He waves his hands willing the magic to come. He whispers some unknown words and the Owlbears skin melts away to revile a man, dressed in a feathery cloak. The man was tall and strong looking, with muscles that bulged when he moved. Crimson let the spell die, and looked at what he had done. "Nice cloak you have there." He jokes

Oak was surprised that he felt little difference. He looks at his arms and leg like they were strange apparatuses tied to him. He takes a stumbling step forward. "This is human?" He asks still looking himself over.

Dawn picked at one of the feathers on Oak's cloak. "It looks just like your usual feathers, at least now you can sleep inside." She turned to Crimson. "I've never stayed at an Inn before, it's always been too expensive but are you sure you have enough money to room all of us?"

Crimson smirks. He reaches in his pocket and pulls a large handful of coins out. "I'm a dragon, and I love coins." He puts the coins back in his pocket. "They are all of the purest gold, making whom ever gets them extremely happy."

North stretched out on his bed staring at the ceiling deep in thought. He had not even been in the town a full day and already things were getting interesting. At least his own abilities and identity remained unnoticed.

Dawn smiled at Crimson's naivety. "Well, you're not wrong about that. Okay, let's get Mr. Blaine inside to rest, if he wakes up in the street he might yell at us..."

Silas shuddered at the thought. He disliked when Blane got angry, it reminded him of his past. "Yea, Mr. Blane does seem to have a short fuse..." Silas mumbled. Silas was happy that they finally reached the inn. He was tired and wanted to rest, but first he needed to eat. The loud growling from his stomach was proof enough for that. "I'll order us some food, does stew sound good?" Silas ask in an embarased voice.

Crimson grunts as he rolls Blaine onto the bed. "Yes stew is good." He sits on the bed. "Should he wake up soon?"

Oak was still looking at his hands. "These hands?" He asks. He wiggles his fingers, gasping. "They move!"