Hayden watched his movements, noticing a darkening bruise on his chin. He reached under the bar to a box of potions for healing and pain and pulled one that might help. “I see, lose a fight with a Hypogriff or something?” He said offering the little vial. “It’s safe, a healing potion I keep on hand just in case.”
Nathan took the potion and drank it. He made a face at the taste, and then laughed, “I wish it had been a hippogriff, instead it was a nundu.” He looked up at the bartender and made a sad face, “It was so cute, too. Until it unsheathed its claws and tried to rip my face off...” Nathan sighed for a moment and then remembered his manners, sticking out the hand not holding the potion for the bartender to shake. “I’m Nathan, thanks for the potion.”