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The journey to Sommertriss was largely uneventful once the party had gotten underway, despite the dragonborn's distrust of those who were once slavers. Drajhan kept his promise to Nai-ni-ren, of course, finding the daughter and sending her home with the firbolg envoy. He had wished to unite the pair personally, but time did not permit, and his vow did not require more than finding and delivering the child. The firbolgs could carry out the actual transportation itself. Of course, the rescue could not have been completed without Drajhan's particular skills, or at least not in such a well-rehearsed manner. Indeed, most others would have made a bumbling and bloody mess of the whole affair.

Draj was more than happy to rid himself of the slavers, and was tempted to follow Harriet on her journey despite it having almost no bearing on his personal goals. The druid could keep to his woods, and the acolyte of the Raven Queen certainly was not very fond of him. Their leaving did not cause the dragonborn any tears, but it seemed that Angela was not quite so easy to get rid of. In fact, it seemed as if she had little other motivation than following him around like a puppy. It was nearly impossible to travel to any of the town's more amorous locations with her dogging his every step. And so, when the news of this nascent cave reached Drajhan, he immediately jumped on the opportunity.

It was only when he was rather damp with fog and sore from traveling that he felt nearly ready to admit that perhaps a mistake was made. Nearly. However, these strange folk who appeared from the cavern's mouth quickly led Drajhan to conclude that he had, in fact, made a correct assumption that something was afoot with this location. Something worthy of this particular group's immediate discovery and discernment. A glance his way from his betrothed -- even after a month, it was hard for him to wrap his head around the concept -- and she let out a greeting so simplistic that it was perfect. Yes, a "hello." Why did Draj not think of doing such?

There was, of course, a small chance that these people were not friendly, but how dangerous could they be with only farming tools and wooden makeshift armor? Certainly not a match for Drajhan and his new troupe! On the other hand, half of the members of this new troupe still had yet to be run through their paces, and Draj was unsure of their techniques. That probably mattered little, however. And with Angela doing such a wondrous job with the introductions, the dragonborn decided he would allow her to work on the welcoming and introductory side of nobility. It was a part of the title that Drajhan was ever fond of, but it never hurt to share the spotlight. Once in a while. Draj stood behind Angela and to the side with his arms genially crossed and a smile on his face, proud of her taking the lead.