Yo-ho, what travels Stu and I have had in such short days! This morning, we awoke and stumbled our way to the mess for some early-dawn refreshments. The light had just begun to peek through the trees and gave a pearly glisten to the resting glasses. Simply spiff! By the pub, we noticed the dragonborn and Golden boy up as well. Stu made himself comfortable as I approached the scale-clad fellow, Laslo Gall. He was curious and kind enough, but seemed to be in an awful hurry to leave this all behind. As I was sharing my plans to seek out a new vessel, the well-armored boy joined our conversation... Spuds! I still cannot recall catching his name! Well… in any case, he was a bold young man and must be just so smitten of the outdoors, for I have never heard one man speak of sunshine with such delight. A bit later, the elves came down from their rest. I learned from conversation that the two were a sort of distant breed of brothers, but just as soon as they came, the Drow ran out and we were left chatting with Puff, the dozier of the two. It was not long before we recalled our meeting with the sheriff and took our leave of the inn.
