Aisling was surprised at how calm the Tusked One was, considering his initial dealings with humans.   He sounded very reasonable. 

She retreated back into the barroom to await what may occur.  She could hear the tap of paws and the tread of the Demoness on the stairs.  That was good.

Aisling lifted her head.  She had heard the stranger shout from the front path.  She looked down to see a humanoid carrying another.  He seemed to be talking to Rikerg, which she was pretty sure wasn't the best idea.

It was a good thing she didn't need a lot of sleep.  Her very brief rests were enough for the time being.  A longer rest would still be good at some point, however.

She got quickly got dressed and went down.   

Aisling mostly watched for what the dreamers considered monsters, or what they considered prey.  That always revealed a more primary danger, as in, did they fear or hate dark fae or humanoids or something that might be at the Tavern, and therefore be a threat to her?  Some of these signs would be symbolic, of course, but deep concerns would almost always be discernible.  She was able to sense and look at a number of dreams from various parts of the immense town.  It was a larger and more crowded place than she had ever experienced, so there were more distant parts that were beyond her ability, which was unusual for her. 

Fae-ish beings didn't seem to feature, as far as she could tell.  There were monstrous creatures, such as Rikerg, but always seemed less like Rikerg than something to do with this mechanical world.  They were creatures that seemed humanoid, but were giant-sized.  They may have horns and claws, but they were mostly metallic and mechanical, not as organic, in form.  Organics seemed to be the antithesis of this world.  Even the inhabitants, breathing organic-like beings, were covered in gloves and goggles and lights and metal--just as in reality--although in dreams these features twisted and grew wild. 

All in all, it seemed as if the Tavern inhabitants might instill some fear or disgust or desire, this place's inhabitants seemed to be more fearful or full of hatred for other beings or items from this world.  That was almost universally typical, she thought.   The new and the strange might eventually draw hatred and fear, but it would have to be seen as an issue first.

A Tech World?  Is that what this kind of place was called? 

Aisling had no idea what that meant, but she could tell that the Demoness wasn't greeting it with any joy. 

Aisling followed her to the Tavern, since the Demoness was the only one who seemed to know what was going on with the Tavern and the slides.  Hopefully the others would manage.  If the Demoness wasn't too concerned, Aisling didn't see why she should be worried.

Aisling is somewhat alarmed at the Demoness's relief.  Just how close were they to leaving someone behind?  And did that happen often?

She would be tempted to never leave the Tavern again, but...  that would be a little too boring, even if it was the wisest course.

Aisling was glad to reach the Tavern's grounds.  She stopped and moved out of the way to allow the humans to pass without difficulty.  She wondered if the humans were more gravely injured than she had thought, as they had barely kept up and she had only been walking, not running.  But then, humans were a little on the frail side.

Then the male picked up the female and got them both onto the grounds.  The dismount was a little on the rocky side, but it was effective.  Aisling couldn't decide if he either were hurt or not hurt.   

At least the cat and the dog had no difficulties.

She hesitated.  Should she stay and help them up?   Sometimes she got odd looks from humans, so perhaps they wouldn't welcome such an acknowledgement of their weakness from her (yes, she had healed them, but she had asked the male at least, first).

They did not seem to be in danger now that they were at the Tavern.  She looked around, wondering if enemies could still make it through the fog signaling the slide.

Aisling tapped the demoness's shoulder.

"Shouldn't you get the magic artifact FROM the human woman and return it to the small folk?"

Aisling holds her hands palms out towards the human and calls on the healing spell.  She has used it on animals and various non-fae beings before, so she's reasonably sure it should work.  It's a general healing, working through the being's system to give a temporary boost towards healing whatever the body says needs attention.   She doesn't know exactly the details of it, she just knows it can help stave off bleeding out of minor cuts, and keeping muscle tears and strains from interfering with her ability to get the job done.  The human isn't mortally injured, so the light healing should do quite a bit for him--lessen the pain, knit some of the flesh and skin, enable him to move about, even if he might be still slightly sore and scrabbed.

For more severe injuries, it has helped her get to a healer before she died.  She hasn't had too many close calls;  she is good at her job...  well, her old job.   

Dark fae are usually somewhat blood-thirsty in general, but these Tavern-travelers are fortunate that she has had more than her fill of blood-letting and has lost her taste for it...  mostly.