Habervast rose and followed the two men outside, he was curious afterall. For good measure, he tipped the world-weary hag with a bucket of IOU notes before he left. Even an evil Overlord enjoyed coinage. How could he afford all those daunting gothic castles where lightning makes an deafening crackle before each one of his monologues? The best way to hurt someone was in his--or her's--pockets. [i]I wonder if this Overlord is a woman?[/i] Then Habervast looked around. World-weary hag? Nope. Definitely not a woman, they have better choice in clothing than that. This tavern also smelt like peppermint, this wasn't indicative of the Overlord's gender [i]per se[/i] but why? Why peppermint? A conundrum for another life indeed.

When he stepped outside, he breathed in the fresh air. Then he appeared where the trio (Dick, Vark, and Adyeers) were without warning. One was loud, one had a nice moustache, the other struck him as the most serious of the bunch. He wondered just how long they could keep their heads down before word got around that a new batch of heroes had risen to liberate and save the day. It was soon to happen, Habervast figured they had an hour at most given Vark's brazen vaudeville circus act in the tavern. He sure knew one thing: all the pretty wenches had gone. Who was he going to invite to his volatile, loud, pretentious, massive, attention-seeking rager later tonight?