﻿﻿﻿"Ah," mumbled the greying man, eyes adjusting to the dark.  He felt more at home here than outside, though a tavern was not his usual haunting grounds.  He felt a sudden tingling sensation -- the sensation of nearby magic; but it was nature magic and felt benign, even gentle.<br/><br/>Glancing furtively around the room, he noticed the Halfling and the tall man with unusual bearing nearby.  Nodding to the barkeep ever so slightly, he made his way to a corner table rather near the Halfling, where he would be out of the way but could clearly see the room.  The smell of food made his stomach growl, and he realized that his quick packing left him rather light on provisions.  He sensed Sunscry was nearby and safe, and wondered again what had drawn her to this place.  It occurred to him that the Halfling, the tall and unusual man, the natural magician and he made for a very improbable crowd in this town, at one time.  He tapped his fingers in thought on the sticky, uneven tavern table.<br/><br/>Sitting there in the low light, his cloak bunched around him, his black hat pulled low, he could easily be overlooked.  He set down his staff and pulled out a dusty book.  "Illusio caecus" was its title -- it was leather bound and old, and quite obviously well-read.