Roderick looked at Salrion before speaking. "So now what?" Salrion chuckled. "Always unsure about the next move Roderick." Roderick chuckles. "Forgive me if I'm not a ranger or an elf. I don't sneak around all the time or prance when I walk." Salrion grins. "And forgive me if I'm not a Bessemer or a dwarf. I don't lob peoples heads off with no reason or go blundering around drunk all the time. And I don't prance. It's more of a glide." They both bust out laughing. "It's good to have ye back Salrion." Salrion chuckles. "It's good to be back Roderick." Salrion yawns. "Im tired from my trip. I must be turning in for the night." Roderick nods. "Aye. Go get yer beauty sleep ye prancing elf." Salrion chuckles heading up the stairs of the inn. He shouts back down to Roderick. "When you get drunk don't come blundering up the stairs after me!" Roderick laughs. "No promises friend!" Salrion walks down the hall opening a door on the left. He takes his daggers, bow, and quiver laying them on the desk in the room. He plops down on the soft bed almost instantly falling asleep. Salrion awoke the next morning to a burning pain in his thigh. He sat up reaching into his pouch. He took out the orb inspecting it. It was hot to the touch and steaming slightly. Had the orb just burned him? Cliffhanger Sunday! Updates are gonna be shorter from here on out. Beginnings are always long