“Alas Morgan, I am too busy currently. I was working on a new spell when the Halfling captain interrupted me. And whilst I enjoy your company I would like to study further tonight before I retire tonight,” Gerial apologizes to the druid, and she leaves with the vague promise of some other time.<br/>She makes her way to the tavern and finds several people she knows, including the owner of the modest establishment who offers her a cup of mountain ale and lychee pie and even finds a rabbit for Gryviix. Morgan banters idly with some of the locals, gradually feeling more and more comfortable in her second home, heading off several hours later to her temple, noting that the tree branches and flowers are stale and need to be replaced before falling asleep with the grey wolf nearby.<br/>In the morning she rises with the sun and makes her way towards where she quickly discovers her two other companions spent the night where she finds the Xen, sitting in the sparse shade offered by the two feet of wood that extend beyond the roof. Soon Aeryn likewise emerges, only to sit down and fall into a trance.