<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/f9/fd/01f9fd1e9b937984d2e43a866522913a.png)</div>Memento had fallen into quiet - perhaps a bout of somnolence brought on by having so many people clearly organizing a group. Faded memories (?) flooded her for a moment, before he snapped out of it with a gasp, and a rapid flutter of his thick eyelashes. "Oh! I'm sorry, wow... What?" He rubs the bridge of her nose and sweeps that hand back over his horns. "I'm... Memento," she says after Wynnie's avalanche of words gives her space to do so. That name never felt right, but it was the only one that worked.<br/><br/>After a moment of digesting everything (since Max is a darling and would at least give her the basics a second time, right?<em>of course</em>) she considered. "Some small noble locks himself up in a tavern and went missing. Got it. Well, it wasn't this tavern, so..." She does order a last show of the blackscale brandy that she had developed a taste for, and after downing it, stood. "Shall we?"<br/><br/><em>and fast forward to Middle Dura.</em><br/><br/>"<em>Oh yeah</em>, our guy was definitely slumming. Look at this place. I'll bet its only patrons are rich kids wanting to play at being crusty." A low exhale of breath; apparently the walk had animated the tiefling beyond what they had seen in the Griffin & Sword. "Well, who wants to get a drink, and who wants to talk to that man stomping off?" For her part, Memento was already headed for the door of the pub and its guard.