He turned his attention away from the Drow briefly, as he heard the male elf actually speak. The tiefling hmm'd quietly. "I don't think this is a good place to stay. Like the Dragonborn says. If I had a map, I could show you where I stayed... it's in ruins, but it could be repaired if we had the right resources.  And made stronger. Nobody would look for us there. For ten years, not a single soul passed by it... and there's a village not even a day's travel away from it. Nobody knows about it. It even has a garden and plenty of seeds, so we can grow our own food... lots of wilderness around, animals to hunt, roots and berries to forage. Near a river, too, so fishing," He sort of rambled a bit about it, and he was noticeably excited about the idea of going back to his home.<br/><br/>Of course, the fact that he would actually invite them to stay with him there seemed to show how much trust he was extending to them.  Was that the right decision to make? Maybe... time would tell. But either way, they all seemed to be in this together.