Zhuraek almost laughed at Sadain's words, even though he didn't understand them.<br/>"I have no idea what you said but your tone gives it away. You can insult me and my god-fearing ways all you want but Tyr himself said we have to work together."<br/><br/>He looked Sadain right in the eyes as the cleric stood up to leave.<br/><br/>"So you're going to have to deal with a little blasphemy." Smiling, he took to his feet and retreated to a dark corner of the tavern facing the door. Taking a seat, he put his feet up on a table, his sword across his lap and pulled his hat down to cover his face.<br/><br/>"Sleep tight kids. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." Zhuraek liked sleeping in taverns, or at least, pretending to sleep. Many a time he had overheard shady characters discussing hidden treasures, completely oblivious to the fact that he was listening in on them and not in a drunken stupor.