Always glad for free food and drink, Roan accepted his food quietly, taking a sip of his ale before listening to the responses. When Glenn turned red and mentioned ‘Scarlett’, Roan nodded, as if concurring. Whatever ideas Glenn had, Roan could probably back them, at least until they were out of Noarun.

As Dotta allowed Glenn to leave for a few weeks, Roan quickly took another sip of ale, burying his pleased smile, as he nodded. He swallowed hard when Dotta asked him about Calhoun. “Er...” Roan said, pausing. Something popping into his head, he finally responded, “I’m kin of an old friend of his, who had some business with him. Or had, rather, it was all on something from a while ago, I’d be surprised if Calhoun remembered in the first place. My old man probably just sent me to get some hair on my chest, build character, yadda yadda. Then I ran into Glenn, found a mutual interest, and here we are, prepping to leave as soon as possible. I think it’ll be a good experience...and the money wouldn’t hurt either, let’s be honest.” Taking his bowl, he gulped down a bit of the surprisingly tasty stew before continuing, “I’d tell you where we were going, but the directions were pretty vague, I need to check out a couple of things first...”

Finishing, Roan said, “So, if we have you’re blessing regarding our adventure, any advice or help you could give would be much appreciated!” He smiled inwardly, feeling his ability to spew bullcrap almost on command was coming in handy once more. Hopefully.