The human smirked victoriously at her sisters, and the three again seemed to fall into a voiceless argument. The longer he spent among them, the more Valen became aware of the subtle flow of magic that seemed to surround the three; it appeared almost as a thread between them, vibrating and thrumming with the thoughts that only one could voice...<br/><br/>Thankfully, it didn't look like the elf would have to learn how to interpret the thrums today, because the half-elf leaned forward after a few moments and met his gaze with her own.<br/><br/>"We also wonder why Gripplis, claiming servitude to some sort of 'bloody lord,' are pilfering ale..." The woman's brow furrowed a bit as she spoke, but her eyes never left the Wizard's. "You represent the Society of Seekers, so something... something about this has caught the Loremasters' eyes. Tell me, Master Valen, do you expect to find glory here, chasing after mad frogs among the cellars of the rich?"