Back at a quiet diner in South New Wickborough, Gregor sat gazing out the window, transfixed on the people passing by the window. He ordered a "breakfast for lunch" meal. Nothing improved his tired spirit like some breakfast meets eaten in the afternoon.  Ever since the attack on Gustrag's place, he had been taking it easy. So much faction in one day left him tired the following days. But, he had spent those days planning things out; planning his next "get rich quick" scheme, plans that he hoped would one day get off the ground, and even a plan to possibly exploit the Drekka, one that he could get away with.

Reaching into his coat pocket, he removed a object that looked like an old spy glass, the type of thing that a maritime sailor would use to spy islands or boats far away from the ship; it was one of the things he managed to snatch off the tables back at the manor. From the looks of it, it was very old too. Showing signs of age all over, it was no longer able to collapse for easier storage due to the wear on the parts. Inspecting it for a bit, Gregor put it back in his pocket.