Xarces was quite pleased to find himself back within the boundaries of civilization, having taken the time to clean and tidy himself up via magical means while the others chatted on their way back. Not to say that his time within the jungle was a bad one, after all he had rather enjoyed the company of a particular lizard folk. Even so, he longed to have a proper bathe, and to get back to more familiar environments.<br/><br/>The meeting with Sur'kil goes well enough as far as the bard is concerned. After helping to hand over the various items they had acquired from the temple, he finds himself accepting the offered amount for the goods, despite knowing he'd likely be able to talk others into taking it for more. Likely because at this point he simply wanted to enjoy what Adderport had to offer before making the trip back.<br/><br/>"We have done as you asked, and delivered on our end of the bargain... I trust everything is in order and that we may take our leave?" He eager to get out on the streets, to relax and mingle with the populous, to perform and to get back into his usual swing of things. That and Xarces did not have any particular interest in the dragon marks that now marred the flesh of he and his companions. Xarces himself being familiar with hiding features on his body from prying eyes, did not see the additional marking that mingled and mixed with those he already possessed upon his chest to be anything to fret about.  Of course he understood why others, such as Aethon would have reason to see the issue addressed.