<span style="color: #0080FF">Upon hearing his name, Morys jumped. It took him a moment to recognize the voice, but the face was unmistakable. He gave a forced half smile and allowed the older man to lead him into the Dove By Inn, which was where he had been headed anyways. The bell on the door chimed as it swung open and Morys walked in first. He allowed Borasan, who happened to be his old squadron captain, to lead him to a table. (Not even noticing they had been followed in.)<br/><br/>"Yeah, still using swords. I've come to prefer the close combat battle actually. Nothing like when I was twenty where I preferred my bow," Morys replied, a little belated and somewhat awkwardly. He surveyed the common room, noting the group drunkards, an odd pile of clothes which seemed to be a concern somehow to them, and a young human talking with a wolf Anithrope.<br/><br/>As Borasan chattered on in his carrying baritone, Morys thought about the object in his pocket, going over the details of its surface in his head. A black spherical object with orange indentations. At first glance, there did not appear to be any incription, any runes carved into it. What kind of power could it possibly hold? He thought about the object rather than pulling out to inspect it because he did not want to gather any unwanted attention. Not to mention, it was far better than the flashbacks that seeing his captain would undoubtedly bring to mind.<br/><br/>The middle-aged innkeeper strode over, interrupting Borasan in one of his battle tales, and asking for their orders. "The usual, Morys? And what would you like Borasan?" It shouldn't be surprising that man recognized them both since Morys had been staying a few days, and Borasan was a well known Almerkian for his battle prowess, and his loud mouth.<br/><br/>Morys nodded his answer.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>After getting dressed and waiting awhile for Chaos to leave the room for whatever business he was attending to, Laraine went back to her mirror. She scryed for the object, but all she could see was blackness. Obviously, wherever it was, and whomever had possession of it, Laraine had not seen before, and so the mirror could not reveal it to her. She chewed her lip in frustration, hoping that Chaos's servants would do whatever needed done in order for the object's safe return.