*Luke eyes the chatty lass a moment, then looks back to the old man*

Are we sure he needs resurrecting? Anyone check to see if he is actually alive?

*Luke makes no move to check the old man, but instead, looks around for others*

Sola:"Respect? Don't worry, I treat all bodies with respect, regardless of who they are...were. You're right though, we need to find out some information about this person before I go Ash Mountain on this guy...sorry...that was morbid. It's the magicka from the tea. It's got me hyped up. I'll calm down in a moment, I swear."
*Sola pulls out a loaf of flatbread and starts eating. She starts talking while chewing*
"Just find me where I need to send the ashes to, so I can handle it."

Sola:"Of course you can take the ashes."
*Sola looks around for a few seconds.*
"Should I do it right here, or should I burn him somewhere else? Holy flames get really hot, and I don't want to burn anyone or anything but the body. The ashes aren't supposed to be mixed with anything."
*Sola runs over to the barrel she was by and grabs her backpack.*

Aberforth had watched on as the others rushedly analyzed the body without any analyzing beyond a pulse check. The man had age yes but he was lively and strong, the odds of him slipping away whilst wide awake were slim to none. Much less while all these people were around. Surely somebody would have noticed. He got up and walked over, approaching the scene slowly and calmly, as to not offend the others who had been so quick to suggest burning a man in the middle of a tavern so morbidly. "Excuse me, may I examine him before you go on with this plan? I am a priest and a healer, I should be able to see what happened." He spoke nervously, expecting them to lash out like most warriors did as of late." The barkeep Luke reacted wuickly, as if it was his plan anyway. "Yes, I would like your opinion. This tavern has certain...properties to it. I do not believe a daedric curse was involved." He spoke smoothly, as if knowing anything he said would be obeyed. Nodding, Aberforth knelt down and began to examine the body. He closed his eyes and proceeded to hover his hands over the mans body. His palms were humming with a bright blue energy as they moved over every inch of the man. He spoke as he continued to work, "This man is not dead." Murmurs errupted from almost everyone watching. The loud woman spoke, "Now how did you come to that conclusion? Hes not breathing!" She proclaimed. Aberforth furled his brow, "Just because he has no pulse and isnt breathing, does not mean he is dead." Multiple people now stared at him as if he was crazy. "Are you dull or something monk?" Sola remarked. Aberforth had concluded his sweep of the body and stood now, looking at Luke. He somehow knew he was the only open minded person worth talking to. "His mind is elsewhere. Whether it be soul magic or a dream, his conciousness is not with his body. However, he is not dead. Burning him would ensure that he dies, though." He seemed like he was making a case to Luke now as to why this man should live, having not even known him. "For his soul or mind to have left his body without any physical indication also means that this wasnt done by anyone else. HE is the one who did this, likely not expecting anyone to notice he was 'asleep'. As well, he almost certainly has the choice to 'wake up' whenever he pleases." Aberforth was speaking factually, and from experience now. "I can figure out if it is his mind that is away or his soul entirely, but to do so I would have to enter his mind, without permission. Ive seen this before. It is highly skillful magic, and a tavern is hardly a place to practice it, but I would rather not have to enter his mind. Its my conclusion that whether it be business or pleasure, this man is planning to wake up. Ill also go ahead and assume he would like to not be murdered by holy immolation." He spoke the last sentence condescendingly, hoping the irrational and self proclaimed "medic" of Meridia was listening. He waited, as Luke seemed to be pondering his words.

Sola:"Hm...I guess I wouldn't know this if I haven't seen anything like this. Hold on."
*Sola casts a Detect Life spell to try and discern any life.*
"Well, whatever life is left in him is rather little. I'd consider him dead. I guess that what I say isn't always right."
*Sola looks at the body intently, and after a few moments, her green eyes widen and a smile comes to her face.*
"Wait...Detect Life. How could I be so close-minded? This person didn't look like a vampire, but that doesn't mean he isn't already undead."
*Sola casts a Detect Undeath spell, but is disappointed at the results.*
"Still little."
*Sola finally casts a Detect Daedra spell, and is still disappointed.*
"So, I'll give it to you. Not dead. Probably a magic-induced stasis. Very little life in him, but I figured that right of the bat he was dead. I mean I see what death is. I don't use my precious magicka to detect it anymore."
*Sola digs though her backpack and looks for something.*
"Ah, here we go. On the subjects of On Our Own. Daedra. Anyone with any knowledge of Daedric Princes would assume Vaermina. That's the most obvious thing. Of course there are all manner of things: Soul Shriven, the Soul Cairn. Whichever one it is, I'll get to the bottom of this with you. I'm no frontline soldier, but I'm a skilled mage. Very skilled."
"So, if it's somewhere that I don't know, I can get us there. I've been to the Colored Rooms, Coldharbour, Apocrypha, and if it's somewhere else, I have someone who can get us where we need to go. Just let me grab my stuff."
*Sola walks over to the barrel she had been sleeping in, but on the way over there, she trips over what she thought was a wayward chair, and she fell to the floor, her arm hitting a drink on a table and it spilling on her.*
*Sola gets up and quickly grabs her staff and runs back to Aberforth.*
"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't go with you. But I can try to get you where you need to go, and if you need a staff...er...well, this is awkward...take my staff...I don't want to smell like mead the whole time here. I'm going to change."
*Sola runs over to a portion of the tavern where she was hidden from everyone else. With her, she takes a change of purple clothes.*

Avendus * Didn't know what to think so many things happened. His mind was full of questions*

Avendus: " Are you saying this man is alive but kind of dead or something Like that?"
And he is doing it himself?."

*Tavern was full of life and questions. Many Customers were thinking what happens next?*

Runrad: " Ah Come burn the man... I think he is so old he could burn fast.. Heh"

* Many of Customers didn't like it what Nord said*

Sandalf: *Suddenly opened his eyes* "Damn you Runrad you and your bad jokes" *After this he just laughed. Nobody else was or maybe Runrad. Sandalf standed up"

Sandalf: " Well i think i have started some kind of show tonight" *Sandalf watched all who had plans for his "dead body" and others didn't think he was dead.

Sandalf: " Allow me to explain. I am an alchemist and a mage. I didnt plan to upset you not at all. I have long waited a ghange to get one Oblivion realm that i have studied long time. Well that change happened to be tonight. *He watched around if anyone was still listening*

"I had to get me in deep and i mean really deep sleep. Thats why i asked for a corner table.. Well with a mixsture of alcohol and some special flowers and few spells i was able to go there"

"Oh it was interesting place to be and study but now i think i have Been stupid Like i many times am. I am sorry to cause this all trouble and sorrow to some * Looked to this Imperial who finded him "Dead"*

"Oh and dont mind Runrad.. *Looked Young Nord who was still laughing* " He is a friend of mine. I am actually teaching him about Alchemy. His father wants that young man has something else on his mind that women and fighting. His job was to guard me so no one would. Well burn me or something Like that"

"Again sorry about causing all of this."

*Then Sandalf talked to this purple clothed lady*

"I am sorry that i robbed you'r change to go looking for me in the Oblivion realms" Oblivion realms are great places to study. I am sure you will get another change to go those places".

*Sandalf watched around..* "Thank you all for solving this mystery.. Of course i wanted to stay for a little longer in the Realms but Maybe next time i do this more private".

*Sandalf taked his coat and satchel, walked to Runrad. Ordered a drink and started to talk with Runrad Like nothing special has happened*.

Aberforth had absent mindedly set the staff at the bar, and motioned to it now. "Of course, im not sure it would have done me much good anyway." He said as he patted his waist, where underneath his grey robes hung a short sword in its sheath. "I never was nuch for staves." He added.

After all the commotion, Aberforth decided he would take a break from the drinking. After all, they almost lit a man on fire while still alive. Now that it had died down though, he took notice of strange people in the tavern. The argonian, who was still very uneasy, as well as a Redguard with whom Luke must have been interested in given the looks and hushed tones. Aberforth couldnt help but feel like something wasnt quite right. Like maybe he was in a dream? Since he got here he had an eerie feeling that something or someone was up to something, but couldnt place a finger on it. The old man who was serving in Luke's stead now gathered Aberforth's attention at the end of the bar. He noticed the old man was saying the same phrases, never changing a word. On top of that he seemed...off somehow. Aberforth didnt know if it was the drinks or not, but the old man was visibly vibrating in his eyes, his skin looking like it was in motion, as if it were an illusion. Aberforth had collected sweat on his palms now and tried not to seem to visibly alert. His eyes darted to others to see if they noticed but they all mostly seemed busy, save a few. Then, without so much as thinking of saying somethin, it was as if Aberforth has screamed, because immediately both the bartender and Luke's heads snapped away from what they were doing and bore straight into him. He had said nothing and nobody else took notice, but the two men looked at him as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Aberforth released his grip on his glass and clenched his jaw now, knowing full well that something wasnt right...