Now that all talk of sharing him had seemed to pass, Xholkrox found that he could give his attention to more than just his four freinds. Thankful that the attention had been drawn away from him the T'Skrang looked around the inn and took in all the faces that were sat around drinking ale and eating the food that Rose so skilfully served up.<br/><br/>Smiling as he watched the serving girl flirt with a regular customer he moved his gaze to the old Troubadour. He hoped that he would start his tale soon so that they could all sit back and not have to think about anything else especially conversations about him and sex.<br/><br/>Though he was looking forward to what ever tale the old T'Skrang decided to regal them with, Xholkrox found himself shivering slightly. He could tell why but he felt a sense of foreboding in the air, almost as if the arrival of the minstrel had begun a series of events that the five of them would be entangled in and that would change their lives for ever.