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"It's ok, Kero. I know you didn't mean it." says Tam, feeling a little better now that he was outside and getting some fresh air. He nodded to a neighbor and continued on down the lane. The inn wasn't far, but the way he felt, it could have been a hundred miles away.

Tam smiles at him, for he knows Kero is trying to help, but he mighty grateful to see the gate of the inn come into sight. As he enters the main room, the inn keeper comes running over to help him find a comfortable seat.

"Would you like a private dining room, m'sirra." asks the man seeing how tired Tam was.

Tam shakes his head no. "Kero wanted to get out and see people, so I thought I'd bring him over here, but I had an accident this afternoon that left me a tad bit groggy."

"Know all about it, m'lord." says the man with a wide grin. "Dawnmistress Sahr has been regaling us with your mishap all through dinner."

Tam looks around with a groan. "She's here..."

Tam chuckles kindly at the cub's reaction. "Yer safe. Rabies shots are only given ever so many years. Won't be ready for another one for some time now."

Tam puts him d own so he doesn't fall and asks him what is wrong. "Is there a particular place you wish to sit at then?"

Tam groans inwardly but gamely follow the cub over to the priest's table.

"Why Master Talesian... Kerobian, so glad to see you both up and about!" she cries with delight.

Sharmistra frowns at him as Tam reaches down and helps him get up. "Didn't I tell you to tell him to come to me. I have a tonic that helps remove the aftereffects of sleep drugs. In fact. I have the basics for it right here in my kit, in a powder form. Unfortunately it will be quite bitter. Nothing to sweeten it with, I'm afraid."

The inn keeper offers to bring her a mug of hot water and some honey, fresh from the comb.

With a serious nod, the healer reaches down to her kit and pulls forth a foul smelling powder. At the smell of it Tam's eyes begin to water and he inches away.

"Damn you, cat..." growls Tam under his breath as he accepts the foul potion from SHarmistra and downs it with great trepidation. As he feared it crawls down his throat in an oily mass, like a thick greasy snake, and tastes just as bad as it smells. Not even the spoonful of honey she hands him next seems to help.