When the party is ready to leave Theramore, they find Aldivh sitting at the feet of one of the lion statues guarding the short bridge over the tombolo that ties the island to the mainland. He is absently scratching the top of Xaqaf's head while he gazes out into the thick brown undergrowth from beneath the wide, tattered brim of his hat.  A foul-smelling black cigar disappears into his bushy grey mustache, its tip glowing sullenly.