He samples some of the fine wine that the barmaid brought moments ago, lost in thought. The kind of carefree, laid-back look on his face gave it away to the other elf sitting next to him. “You’re really not going to at least wish her well?” he asks of the elf who is still entranced by his thoughts. The sentence shakes him after a moment, and he looks over to his comrade. “It’s not like she will be gone that long Larion, your thoughts are ill-placed as usual” he says in a blank, unsympathetic tone. “But Lord, it was plain that she sought your attention at least. This expedition means a lot to her you know.” The elf sets down his drink and sternly replies. “Can you cease calling me Lord? It’s a title I’d like to hear as little as possible, it’s so troublesome. I’m on vacation now anyway.” Larion smiles at the elf, "Your feelings betray you, your greatness. The other elf lets out a long sigh “I’m sure she’ll come back safely. Her ambition is too great to face defeat on that man Reidoth’s quest. She places too much burden on herself acquiescing to the will of others.” Larion frowns and looks down at his own breakfast. “She’s still quite young you know. She sees Reidoth as a sort of idol. Besides, she needs to learn caution and he is teaching her that through this quest, do you not agree?” The other elf nods, “You’re very wise, I’m fortunate to be in your care.” Larion laughs loudly, “What do you mean ‘in your care’? I am the one in your care milord.” The other elf groans, “There you go again, insisting on that troublesome title.” Gwen chimes in quite happily, “Come now, as a knight and cleric in service to Corellon, your deeds are quite noble and are heard in Neverwinter. You can’t deny your reputation.” The elf shakes his head and finishes his drink, “You two simply won’t let me take a break it seems.” He exits the inn where they had played their instruments only yesterday. Larion paces behind him, “Zaekai, where are you going? I hope our banter didn’t truly upset you.” Zaekai pats Larion’s shoulder, “Of course not, I just wanted some fresh air.” Zaekai stares at the sky before mounting a white steed that Gwen had brought from the inn’s stable. “It’s a much better day. I’m sure Airl will be fine.” Gwen and Larion nod approvingly, grinning widely as they prepare to depart toward Neverwinter.