Nicol sat at a darker corner of the tavern, mainly because there was a drunk bombarder at the center and that never ends well. She sipped her mead deep in thought, Noco her little pseudodragon (actual name) was sleeping conformably on the table. Her leader the oh so worthy of his name Sir. Legendary the Third had left on what he called a 'personal errand.' Bullshit, he was darkening his hair as she and her partner had theorized. Speaking of which, where was Klaus?