[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

While the Tiefling had taken a brief pause from their conversation to observe the approach of yet another newcomer to the tavern, as well as the strange behavior of the dragonborn as he wandered out once again - hopefully not to succumb to his wounds in the biting snow - he was immediately drawn back in at Dullin's request to expedite their venture into the waters. The tiefling looked first at her, theb the boatman, with an incredulous expression. [i][color=beige]"You want to head out now? After our scaly lizard friend went and got himself nearly killed outside just a few minutes ago? I've barely got any magic in me to patch up his wounds, let alone anyone else's... Whatever these new stakes are, they'd best be somethin' real important, yeah?"[/color][/i]