The journey was easygoing, despite residual soreness from Belial’s time with the dragon. Their tail kept flicking and lashing, deep in thought, gears turning in their head as they plotted and calculated ahead. Belial gave no notice to fellow travelers, unless pleasantries were initiated by others, in which that’s all Belial kept it to. The tiefling had no idea how much time she truly had for seeking the gem, and didn’t plan to find out.<br/><br/>Belial chose to head into the tavern first, wanting to rest for the night and potentially find new recruits. She was not accustomed to long journeys on foot, and would need the time to recover. While the dragon’s feast had filled them well, that was long since passed now. The tiefling figured the supplies and transportation could wait for when they knew who, if any, was going to accompany them. A hot meal, some wine, and a chair was what they were concerned about now.