As everyone went off to stock up for the adventure tomorrow xavier stayed at his seat. He nursed his almost forgotten beer as he thought about the coming battle. Almost complete darkness, wizards, a missing person, scrolls writtin in celestial. This all seemed way to big for somthing to be starting his adventuing carear on. Still it was work, he had companions that looked like they knew what they were doing and all of them were good looking in their own way.<br/><br/>The beer drained he got up to head back out into the bars commen room. This was where the life of the esablishment was. The best and worst the races had to offer. Could usually be found in a tavern late at night. Little trails of green energy played in his hand, a nervous habit that developed soon after he found his abilty, as he crossed the tavern floor to another table where his fellow adventuers began to gather. The half orc a man after his own heart, didn't know when they would be back so a good meal was in order. He pulled one of the tavern wenchs aside and placed the same order as his orc friend.<br/><br/>" Feast indeed, let us eat like kings tonight, cause I doubt we be able to come the marrow" he called and soon enogh his meal had arrived along with a fresh mug of mead. As a seeker he was always looking for lifes pleasures where he could find them, be it a fresh meal, a cozy bed, or a warm body to lay with.<br/><br/>When the ceric arrived with sword and sheild, well mace and sheild really, xavier smiled at his comment" Then I would keep that sheild handy cleric, cause you may not like violence, but sooner or later violence takes a liking to all of us"