Sylvia heard the ruckus and her first thought was that a brawl had started. She hurried over, only to find that it was just Shortfang telling a highly embellished story about their fights from today. At first, she was relieved, but that feeling but then she realized a couple of things that could count as problems. The first was that Shortfang was already drunk. It wasn’t even time for the party yet, and being drunk could cause him to do something dumb.

The second was that the Elysium cultists were still out and about! This story would probably tip them off of their interference! Sylvia took a quick glance at the audience. Thankfully, none of them seemed to be listening for the sake of gathering information. The masked elf was only listening and paying attention to Shortfang in order to make sure that he didn’t shoot anyone in the face.

Still...Sylvia worried that rumors of Shortfang’s story might reach the cultists’ wars somehow. He could be painting a huge bullseye on himself, so to speak. So, she decided to try and get Shortfang to come back to the room...as well as make sure that he didn’t fire any magic missiles at anyone.

She moves to Shortfang and she tells him, “Hey, Shortfang. Hate to interrupt, but there’s something we need to discuss,” She then nodded as though to silently tell him to follow her.