He groaned, before banging his head against the wall. "I just wanted to be a damn merchant, would you believe that? My dad was a merchant, my grandfather owned an inn and tavern. But no, Fate, whimsical bitch she is, had other plans for me. Just as well, I suspect, as my grandfather died when his third inn burned down, perhaps tired of fighting whoever had been committing arson against him, and my dad dead when two major merchant fleets he backed sunk in freak storms, and the backers wanted their money back, or his blood. He didn't have enough blood, sadly. Whatever, vanishing, try to not kill Arixia while I am gone, I suspect we are going to need her people skills once we head out to get the red's hoard back."<br/><br/>He slipped out of his room, and then the tavern without any real competition, rolling his neck to try and get it to pop. He had his bag of holding on his back, and oriented, before heading off to the dragon's lair, suddenly realizing it was in the same direct as a couple lairs he wanted to raid for poisons. He dithered for a moment, before deciding to keep to the schedule, rather than get side tracked hunting for poisons. He still had the four doses of large spider vemon though one had been looking a little thin when he had examined it this morning, indicating he hadn't properly sealed it.