Dawn picked up a pillow from one of the beds and squeezed it. "It's so soft!" She exclaimed a little too loudly then looked over at Blaine to make sure she hadn't woken him. It didn't seem like it. She almost never got to sleep in beds and when she did they were always hard and lumpy, this was much different than she was used to. She noticed Oak wiggling his fingers in amazement. "Do you think you can catch something with them?" She asked.

Silas went towards the Innkeeper and ordered five large bowls of stew. He hurried back to the room when the stew was done. He didn't like being around stranger for long. "Dinner is here!" Silas announced as he opened the door. He almost dropped his precious cargo when he saw the excitement on Oak's face. It was too funny. "Your having fun aren't you Oak?" Silas started to pass the bowls around. He hesitated to wake Blane up, not knowing how he would react. Silas gently tapped Blane's shoulder. Hoping that wouldn't startle him too much.

Oak looks at her his eyes wide. "We can try." He takes his cloak off and drapes it over the chair. His clothes underneath were brown, and made of fur much like his fur he had when he was a Owlbear. He touches the soft fabric. "Oak does not want to be an Owlbear ever again."

Crimson laughed. "But Iak you have to change back sometime, you are an Owlbear after all." He takes his bowl, and chugs it.

Blaine opens his eyes slowly. "What happened?"

Dawn thanked Silas for bring the stew and readied the pillow. "We'll start with something soft, Oak. You need to close you're fingers as soon as it touches your hand. Ready?" She gently tossed the pillow at him.

Oak puts a hand up and catches the pillow. "Like that?" He asks looking down at the pillow he held.

Crimson laughs. "For an Owlbear you make a great human."

Blaine sits up slowly holding his head. "What happened?"

"Well Mr. Blane, you kinda sorta lit a whole tree on fire...." Silas mumbled, offering the man a bowl of stew. "So, since you didn't tell us where you lived we rented a room in this inn." Silas started to eat his own bowl of stew, and avoided eye contact. While he knew Blane couldn't hurt him in his condition, Blane did make a pretty bad first impression on the young Dragon. Silas didn't realized how hungry he was until he realized he had finished his meal without noticing.

Blaine takes the bowl and mumbles a thanks. He looks down at his hands. "It was magic was it not?" He flexes his finguers the tips still burning with the fiery wonder

Dawn clapped in delight. "Great! You got catching pretty quickly but do you know how to use a spoon?" She picked up the bowl of stew and demonstrated, shoving a large spoonful into her mouth. "Mr. Blaine, you fainted before. Are you alright?" She asked the man.

Oak picks up his bowl and works on trying to use a spoon, let's just say he tried.

Blaine closes his fingers, the tips turning red. "I'm fine." He eats the rest of his stew in silence. How? How had he, a man that hated magic, come to use it? He sighs and puts his bowl aside. Since the incident his mood has changed, he is no longer aggressive, but scared of the power inside him.

"It seems like you had a magical outburst," something felt wrong to Silas, he felt itchy and a bit paranoid. Silas realized it's because he felt exposed, his cloak was still on Blane. I wonder if that's why I feel anxious.. Silas never takes it off and now his anxiety was returning. "That means you have at least some mystical creature's blood in you." The itchiness came back, Silas scratched at his arm a bit. He then took one of the blankets to cover himself. The itchiness and worry stopped. Silas calmed down a bit. "Sorry if that was a bit...strange, I'm not used to being so exposed." He said in a flustered manner. And looked at Crimson with an expression that pleaded for him to continue the conversation instead of Silas.