Bergandi eyed the door suspiciously as a slight knock sounded.  He'd paid the innkeeper an extra gold coin to ensure that he was left uninterrupted.  He sat cross legged on the wooden floor, lost in meditation as he prepared his spells and studied his grimoire.  Apparently the gold coin hadn't been enough incentive for the fat, balding human to do as he was bid.  Annoyed, the dark elf mumbled something under his breath before standing, and moving to the door.<br/><br/>He opened it carefully, and when he wasn't attacked, he sighed in relief.  The dark cloaked figure standing there, however, was leaving him less than relieved.  The figure held out a small envelope, and Bergandi took it in his thin, dark fingers.  He glanced down at it, and then, just as he peered back up at the messenger, he felt the familiar tingle of magic pass over his flesh.  When his gaze rose fully, the messenger was gone, leaving him with the envelope in his hands.<br/><br/>Bergandi narrowed his eyes, and shut the door.  He moved back over to his spot on the floor, and sat, resuming his seated position.  He sat the envelope down on the floor in front of him, and resumed his studies.  He'd gathered enough material components from the local merchants, each of which eyed him suspiciously.  It could have been worse, Bergandi knew...at least they hadn't attacked him or called for the guards to arrest him.  But he was certain he had overpaid for the minimal items he'd purchased.<br/><br/>As he fell back into his meditation, his attention was drawn back to the envelope, lying on the floor in front of him.  He was having trouble concentrating with the distraction of the envelope, and what it might contain, laying before him.  After a moment of indecision, he frowned, and scooped it up.  He opened it, carefully, weary of any magical trap that may have been laid upon it.  When nothing happened, he pulled the letter from within and began to read.<br/><br/>The prospect of power was an interesting one, but the real selling point had been plundering the old temple.  He was sure to face cult members who would likely detest his presence, and would seek to stop him, probably violently.  But that didn't matter so much to him as did the idea of working with other adventurers.  Surely he would be ostracized due to his race.  Was the prospect of furthering his own power worth the trouble of dealing with suspicious glances and barely vieled hatred?<br/><br/>Of course it was.<br/><br/>Bergandi set the letter aside, and finished preparing his spells.  Once done, he packed his belongings within his haversack, and stood, securing it to his person.  Then, taking up the letter once more, he read the elven phrase, the words passing his lips easily.  He waited to see what would happen.