<b><span style="font-size: 18px">White Winged Griffon to Beldabar’s Rest </span></b><span style="font-size: 15px"><a class="username" data-user-id="34273" data-username="@Ahlanna" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34273/">@Ahlanna</a> </span><br/><br/>Nocknoss took the opportunity of Ixana's extended discussion of ship building history to finish his ale.  The only three items of real interest to him was her basically agreeing to his plan, an upgrade in accommodations, and sharing a room with Ixana.  While glad to not have to debate the plan anymore, her endorsement didn't exactly make him feel better about it, it may have even made him more nervous.  Having the lovely warlock alone in reasonably comfortable accommodations was something like a fantasy come true for the randy little gnome.  Sure they had camped outside in a group plenty of times, but somehow this had to be different.  Certainly she must feel the same way, at least a little?   Hopefully she didn't have much luck finding them a bodyguard, at least not until morning.<br/><br/>On the way to Beldabar's Rest he did make several stops at the market and was fairly generous with Ixana's coins.  Assuring her that each little shiny object was absolutely essential to their plan.  As he gets started he looks at her signs.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"You sure about this Ix, maybe it would be a bit simpler for it to just be us, you know I got your back like always?"</span>He told her, standing to his full height of just under 4 foot and puffing out his chest to make him look a bit more than his 3 stone weight.  Of course he was still a full foot shorter than her and looked like a stiff breeze might blow him away.