Draiss gave the guard a curious look, before he had moved on, as if not sure why the guard had reacted as he had.<br/><br/>Draiss was actually a bit surprised to find that the heroes didn't stay in touch much, though he was under no illusions that one of them dying would change it. He paused by the board, and shook his head, once again marveling that the soldiers were staying on instead of going back to jobs that would let them live longer, but he supposed that that was the problem with mortals. He snorted at the hypocrisy in that thought, before turning away, and starting back to his inn. He figured he had already tripped a few of the eyes throughout the city, though whether they realized what he was was an entirely different question. He withdrew back to the tavern, but a sudden memory at the last time Ulden had been in a tavern made him stop just inside.<br/><br/>Orson had been bragging about the letter he had gotten, his wife haven given birth to his third son, and how much he couldn't wait to get back to meet him. Aissan and Sonnis had been sparring in one corner, they had had the back room of the tavern in one corner, and were trying to learn the other's techniques, Aissan having had her greatsword, Sonnis his longsword, both had wanted to go back to Sonnis' academy to teach. The others had been laughing and drinking, while Ulden had been going over the tomes of the mages of the strike forces, trying to determine which spells to recommend to them the upcoming charge.<br/><br/>He jerked back to reality, relieved that no one had noticed the pause, before heading to his room, intent on resting, before sneaking in on the morrow.