Toria nodded, mentioning to the two priests as they set out that she for her part an arcane spellcaster to their divine, favoring illusions and enchantments, as well as suggesting a few watering holes to strafe for any who had the look of adventuresome souls like themselves.<br/><br/>At such time as the hole in question they poked into was the Welcoming Hand, the same barmaid who'd been availed of Randal's description seemed to recognize him and more before darting upstairs. As such, Arivel would hear a warning knock and call-out through his room's stout door that his friends would be downstairs any minute (and would find his present company, now pleasantly dozing and entwined with him, perfectly if poutingly happy to help him expediently re-dress and armor for it). The main room otherwise held nary a single patron at this time - breakfasters having already departed for their day-labor or travels, and the three compatriots of Arivel's new diversions having left for the Huntsilver Estate (or so they'd told Arivel when excusing themselves from their shared meal.)