He let out a low, nervous chuckle as the dwarf explained what they were dealing with. A dragon capable of corruption...Jespir's claim of facing ten dragons suddenly seemed more weak with that info in mind. But he wanted that treasure, and he already signed the contract. He couldn't just give up at the start.

He picked ten coins from the pouch and made a mental checklist. Food, an extra coat, a sleeping bag, and perhaps even a good load of booze. Getting a horse was questionable. He hadn't ridden a horse since--well, ever! Jespir recalled watching his half siblings gallop without care around the city on horses. He had tried asking if he could perhaps join in on their fun. Their answer was to try and run him over. No, ships were more akin to Jespir's best form of transportation. And with half his ship laying scattered in a forest somewhere, it appeared that, unless he found another source of transportation, Jespir was walking.

He watched as a younger dwarf, their employer's son apparently, walk in. Jespir gave a small nod of approval. Tregon was his name, and he looked capable to lead an army. Or in this case, a ragtag group of adventurers. He was going to be a good leader, Jespir could tell. Better than his former captain at least.

Fatigue itched at at he elf's drooping eyes. The long walk to the village was taking its toll, and with the dark swallowing the light, it was time to rest. "Well," he said with a yawn, "there's been enough excitement for one day. I believe it's time I rested." He waved goodnight before heading upstairs with a cheery hum on his lips.