The bartender stopped Arem, Is there anything I can do to help? He said urgently. Arem continued up the stairs and called down, Help Sabrei get Lenguin! The bartender rushed outside, to find Sabrei trying to get a good grip on Lenguin. He ran over and helped Sabrei.
Soon, they had Lenguin tied up with some Elven rope that Sabrei had brought, just in case she needed it. They dragged her in the tavern and up the stairs, with some difficulty, for although she was tied up, she could still struggle and she indeed had weight. But they eventually hoisted her up to the room where Arem had Dak lying on the bed. Sabrei walked over to him and whispered, "Will he be okay?"
"I don't know..." Arem turned to Lenguin, "Is there a cure?" He asked, semi-harshly.
"If there was one," replied Lenguin, "Why would I tell you?"
Arem scowled and fingered the hilt of his sword, "Is there one or not?"
Lenguin, not quite liking the idea of being stabbed, especially while she was tied up, decided to answer, "Yes..."

While they continued their conversation about what the cure was and how to find it, Dak was laying in a dark dream. He wasn't breathing, such was the affect of Elenkor, also known as the 'Dark Herb'.
Despite his lack of breath intake, he was alive.
The Elenkor has perplexed many, and it is shrouded in mystery. The younger ones say, 'There must be an explanation, and it'd be best to find it', while the older ones say, 'An herb is an herb, leave it be and you won't get in any trouble.' There are points on both quarters, I think.
"The cure?" said Lenguin, procrastinating as much as she could, "Ah, yes, well, an eye for an eye, right?"
"Not for this situation," said Arem, starting to get quite impatient, "Now what's the cure?"
"I'll sooner wish to be killed then to tell you freely."
"Fine... What do you want?"
Lenguin smirked, delighted at her triumph, "Let's see... set me free."
"When you've told us what the cure is. You're forgetting your part of the bargain."
"So now we're haggling?"
Arem sat down, getting frustrated. You would be too, dealing with such a stubborn Elf as Lenguin.

Dak had a vision, or a dream, a short one, if so. It was of many Trolls killing Elves and men. Then he remembered. His brother, Sak, was planning an attack against the two races.

Arem untied the rope around Lenguin, and she got to work, "We need Unicorn Clover, to start with. Any of you know what that is?"
The bartender, who had come up, nodded. As a boy, he learned a few things from his father like this, and it came in handy, "I do!" he cried. Lenguin set him off to find some along with Sabrei to guard him, then sent Arem off to get some water boiling back down at the tavern.

Dak soon had another vision: Lenguin killing Arem in the tavern. He knew that Sabrei had strong feelings for him. Trolls have that sort of knowledge, although one would never expect it.

Arem got downstairs, soon to meet Alf, the bartenders assistant, "Alf! Get some water boiling!"
Alf looked at Arem and raised a brow, "What for?"
"Don't ask why, just do it!"
Alf did as he was told, thinking Arem might have just had a sudden craving for tea, or something of the like.

Lenguin grinned at Dak's sleeping figure, happily waiting for the right moment to murder both Arem and Dak. Dak would be easy, for he was weak from the poison, but she knew Arem had much strength in him...