"Plenty of beauty sleep, thanks," Rook replied to [color=FF66CC]Adele[/color]. He kept his voice calm and pleasant, though he had to admit to himself that he was a little annoyed she seemed to be treating him like nothing was wrong. Rook wasn't about to demand an apology, but he would have liked... something. Anything, really, but Adele didn't mention it at all. Instead, she started talking about how they needed caravan guard duty instructions. Rook let [color=8585AD]Marcel[/color] do the explaining. In Rook's experience, the older man was right; a lot of walking. 

As observant as the rogue usually was, he completely missed Adele breaking the trinket in her hand as he looked around the bustling scene of the caravan preparing itself. He spotted [color=00FFFF]Djonn[/color] a little way off talking to a man he recognized as Thorpe, a lieutenant in the White Guard. The two were too far away for Rook to hear what was being discussed, but Rook would wager Marcel was right. 

When he turned around, Adele was poking [color=CCCC00]Hain's[/color] ears and [color=66FF33]Zacharias[/color] finally joined them. "You just missed the greatest fireworks display this side of the Stygian Chasm," Rook said sarcastically. "It was amazing. Women sank to the ground and spread their legs in ecstasy, children grew up to be men in the span of minutes and the great angel Ezekyle descended from heaven to anoint [color=8585AD]Marcel[/color] here as Arch-Curate of the Narrow Maze." The rogue clapped [color=66FF33]Zach[/color] on the shoulder and added: "So no, nothing important." 

Speaking to [color=CCCC00]Hain[/color], Rook jabbed a thumb in [color=00FFFF]Djonn's[/color] direction. "You, long-ears, can you hear what they're talking about?"