Sev smiled at the tiefling halfheartedly.

	“I’m fine, thanks.” He said quietly. He tried to avoid looking at the bodies on the ground, afraid he would see someone he knew. He had had enough tragedy in his life and thought that the Falcon would be his salvation. Of course, he should have known his luck would never have lasted.
 
	Sev was drawn from his pessimistic musings by Jeets returning down the hill. He accepted the vial from the halfling and began to follow him into the cave. Sev typically would have been rather distrusting of the halfling and performing a semi-interrogation before ever venturing into a cave with him, but at this point, the half elf was sort of lost and figured he had nothing to lose and nothing better to do than follow the halfling. 

	They walked for a few moments in the dimly lit cave before suddenly coming to a pair of people clad in robes. They both seemed dangerous, one, mystically and the other, physically. Sev’s first thought was that Jeets had set them up but as his attention shifted away from the pair and to Jeets to accuse him, Sev noticed that Jeets was just as caught of guard and defensive as the rest of the party. Sev drew his sword and leveled it at the man with mace as his body language suggested “forceful coercion” was what he was hoping for.
 
	“Look, my ship just crashed and my entire livelihood with it. I have no interest in your master and nothing to lose so get out of our way before I move you myself.” He said to the man in red, without taking his eyes off of the mace-wielder.