Caiaphas gave her a raised eyebrow, but didn't pursue it further. "Well, I can take the body apart, the head was the part I really wanted mounted. Keep as many scales intact as you can if you take it apart, I was going to make one of you a shield made of them, if I can find a smith good enough."<br/><br/>He got out of bed with all the eagerness he had displayed when planning to ambush the white in the wilds, and dressed himself in his cleaned armor and clothing. He had finally learned an actual, proper spell in the 3.5 D&D handbook, prestidigitation, and was using it to keep his clothing clean, and was working on mending, as Star was not thrilled about him trying to learn healing on himself. Apparently it was far too easy to mess it up with a wrong thought. Or perhaps they just wanted him recovering, not straining himself to learn new spells. He had bullied them into teaching him the most basic ones, so he could at least clean his own things. Done dressing and arming himself again, he descended into the tavern proper, not bothering to glamour himself as he took a seat near the fire. He was allowed to talk, but not yet go and wrench his sword free, not that he was really inclined to.