Harvan smiled as Sett laid a hand on  his shoulder. Now this seemed like someone he could count on. Yes the man was a bit more verbose than Harvan normally associated with, but Settionne seemed like a warm individual. Harvan was well travelled but he knew he still had a lot to learn. His Grandmother always said that you are born possessing two sacks, an empty one labeled experience and a full one labeled luck. The goal in life is to fill the empty sack before your luck ran out. Harlan hoped that meeting Settionne was the last bit of luck he would need for a while.

As Harvan refilled his plate he glanced over at the other three. The mage, the giant and the noble woman, possibly a mage as well if he had to guess. They were all smiling but they all hid something more. Harvan was unnerved by this group, he had no idea what dark dealings they had experienced in the past, but he was sure there were plenty. Harvan’s ears pricked up for a second. It sounded like the giant would be riding out that night. Harvan could hardly believe it, why would anyone want to take the long way when they could simply teleport where they were going! Of course this large man seemed rather… volatile. Harvan was somewhat glad they wouldn’t be traveling with him to start. He was sure the man would be a great asset in a fight, but Harvan was worried about them surviving to make it to the battle first. Things might lighten up considerably though. For now Harvan would stick with Settionne.

Returning to Settionne, Harvan pulled out the bag of gifts he received. He began asking the man questions in between bites. “Do you … think that these gifts can really do what they claim? I’ve heard stories … of the magic of the elves but haven’t actually experienced their … craftsmanship before.” Harvan took a drink and absently tried to cut a corner of his bag with a serrated knife. “I heard the princess mention that these could be worn as cloaks, I’d love to be able to fit one of these under my armor! And what about those jugs? I’ve heard that elves never eat but maybe they just drink this all of the time…” Harvan trailed off realizing he was prattling on. Maybe he wasn’t a fit for this undertaking after all, no one else here seemed as enthralled by all of this as he was.

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