With everything settled, the group reunited back at the tavern.  The woodsman and Susan were on their way, so it was just the four of them.  "So... you're really going?" Harmon asked as he took a sip of his ale.  After all, they were a group but were they really going to stay together?<br/><br/>For her part, Cely had to drink double time.  "Gah… we should go before that old coot shows up..." she grumbled, her chat with the woodsman apparently not ending in good terms.  "You're coming with me, right, Krys?"<br/><br/>For his part, Cutter grumbled and folded his arms.  "Where am I supposed to go?  I thought you'd go with me!  Or... I can go with you, that's fine too!"