Shadowe rolled his eyes slightly at the more religious aspect of Yarith's speech, the only thing in the system that Shadowe held any faith in has always been coin. Though he owed Yarith for saving him when he was penniless and as such he'd follow her until his life sputtered out finally, coin was his faith and a debt was serious business, let alone a life debt. "Well, we'll need info on those sort of locales. To get that, we'll need to grease some palms and we just drank the last of our gold coins on these stouts..." the elf sighed in defeat. Taking a swig, he gave things some thought, "We got a goal to do something big on the path to your..." he snapped his fingers a few times as the word escaped him to describe her pilgrimage, "Religious thing..." he finally decided on.<br/><br/>"There's some kind of ruin near to this town. None of the locals go near it as they say it's cursed. Monsters congregating there by all accounts. Could be old wive's tales about some ol' juju myths, or it could be that there's something Magik making the monsters venture and stay around there. Which means likely enchanted items, which means treasures we can sell for more coin. That'll mean we can do the carousing to get more info on that Prince or the vortex's locale." Shadowe spoke, a swig of his stout opening the speech as a final swig closed it. With a sigh, he looked down to his leather boots and picked up his satchel that held his adventuring gear, the quiver and hunting bow as his main weapons strapped onto it also.<br/><br/>He looked to the barman, a rather fed-up looking Dwarf in a white button-up shirt with the collar undone and sleeves rolled up, folding his arms over his chest. The short and burly man looking to be in his mid to late fifties was staring daggers at the pair as they sat talking and muttering at their continued conversation. "Best drink up... He may have heard what happened with his daughter last night..." Shadowe spoke, standing up as a wry smirk couldn't be wiped off his face to Yarith...