<strong>Name:</strong>Sylvester Eckhart<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thirsty Turtle<br/><br/>Before Master Riddick could answer their all-important question, the barbarian woman Elandra stepped forward, clicking a finger of her menacing clawed gauntlet against the table as she announced - quite straightforwardly - that if there wasn't to be any more information, she wanted to leave to prepare. Sylvester would need to do the same, as he was sure they all would, but the archer had gathered much of the essentials already so that he could focus on getting some rest before the scheduled meet at the ferry.<br/><br/>When the answer to their questions did come, Sylvester wasn't too pleased - and it showed in the narrowed brows and crossed arms. He had expected at least some knowledge of what they were getting into tonight, some indication of what they were looking for. At the moment it could be anything under the sun, nobody really knew what was out there, they could be chasing a whisper, a rumour or fantasy, or perhaps Riddick and the mysterious Connor had a genuine lead. The archer was curious and sorely tempted to press for more, but it looked like he had no choice: he'd need to be at the boat to find out.<br/><br/>With the final warning to watch out for anyone looking to loot the gold they'd not yet received, the two men stood to leave. Sylvester nodded his head to each of them in farewell; "Goodnight, Master Riddick. I shall see you in the morning." He adjusted the quiver on his shoulder, reading himself to leave just as the elven woman with the mismatched eyes spoke up, suggesting they get to know each other a little better. Sliding his tongue over his upper teeth as he thought about her proposition, he stared into each different coloured eye for a moment before slowly agreeing: "...Very well. It's probably a good idea to get to know each other a little. Nariel was it? And Elandra?" He glanced towards the barbarian woman, his eye lingering on the streak of paint across her nose and cheek. She'd made it clear she was going to leave earlier, but perhaps she'd change her mind...