A little OoC to begin: We've had a fair bit of downtime. I'm just making this thread to cover the character's interactions during that time so it doesn't get glossed over /OoC
Dekar sauntered into the Vengeful Weave with his usual careless demeanor. Whether it was early or late, the pale surface elf really didn't know; he'd been underground often in the past, but adapting to the lack of a sky by which to tell time had never been an issue. Regardless, the tavern was relatively empty. Some girl... that one the drowess had shown a particular dislike of handled the bar while another waited on what tables were filled.
Seeing the dwarf, Rengar sitting at the bar, Dekar called for drinks and joined him. They made some small talk; traded an anecdote or two, and generally wasted time. Eventually, the duergar departed for some other business, and Dekar was left to muse about how he might spend the day. Old habits die hard, he thought, as he caught himself sipping the brew he'd called for during his contemplation.
He'd been in Sshamath for awhile now, but had made little progress toward finding the stone. Cogliostro had mentioned being able to get him into one of the city's library's for some research; perhaps it was time to employ the wizard's resources. They had been promised to him, after all. For the moment, however, he merely sat and enjoyed his drink, chuckling to himself about an irony only he understood.
Dekar sauntered into the Vengeful Weave with his usual careless demeanor. Whether it was early or late, the pale surface elf really didn't know; he'd been underground often in the past, but adapting to the lack of a sky by which to tell time had never been an issue. Regardless, the tavern was relatively empty. Some girl... that one the drowess had shown a particular dislike of handled the bar while another waited on what tables were filled.
Seeing the dwarf, Rengar sitting at the bar, Dekar called for drinks and joined him. They made some small talk; traded an anecdote or two, and generally wasted time. Eventually, the duergar departed for some other business, and Dekar was left to muse about how he might spend the day. Old habits die hard, he thought, as he caught himself sipping the brew he'd called for during his contemplation.
He'd been in Sshamath for awhile now, but had made little progress toward finding the stone. Cogliostro had mentioned being able to get him into one of the city's library's for some research; perhaps it was time to employ the wizard's resources. They had been promised to him, after all. For the moment, however, he merely sat and enjoyed his drink, chuckling to himself about an irony only he understood.
