Ionathan finished eating, wiping the used dining utensils with a cloth. Observing his companions, he saw that all seemed, to be not yet ready to leave the tavern. He knew that he had a strict routine when compared to others but the thought of haste disturbed him. 

Zargon had managed to get in to Waeldeshore, create chaos and escape, what was to stop him from doing so again with an army of cultists and demons at his back? He has had twenty-five years to consolidate and prepare for his next move. Ionathan would urge all due haste if he had the influence over the group. 

Looking at Sakaala next to him he wondered about her species, there were few books that Ionathan could access about them and he wondered if asking about her species would be rude.  Deciding that it is better to be safe than sorry, he dismissed the notion, making a mental reminder to ask her later.

Getting up of his chair and giving a nod to those who he crossed eyes with he headed up back to his room and started to don his arms and armour. It was a different tale twenty-five years ago, back then he had intel on the group he was tasked to follow, he knew enough about them to trust them to make the right decisions. 

He would trust them and he hoped that for Waeldeshore’s sake, that when the time came, he could rely on them to have his back. 

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