The rest of the night had seemed a blur.  Andrus spent it pleasantly enough with the fox girl on his lap; despite watching Mara and Edgar confirm their rendezvous for afterwards, it seemed the scantily clad girl didn't have the same thoughts in her head.  Fair enough; imagine explaining that one to his family?<br/><br/>The noble left the Portal that evening a little light headed from the wine, and dizzy with what had transpired.  He had gone begrudgingly to hear stories of grand tales, and now suddenly he found himself volunteering for some quest to go down and look for old magical relics?  Certainly, if he found them, then... well, it would jump his research ten fold, easily.<br/><br/>But what did Andrus know of adventuring?  Once he was home he started rumaging for what he could find; an old pack from the servant's quarters, a bedroll.  What else would he need?  Ah, water and wine.  Definitely.  And for his research, he grabbed ink and parchment and a case... but he knew nothing about what else he might need.  Some food made sense, of course.<br/><br/>When the morning came he dressed well enough (for such an adventure) and throw the dark robes over it.  And then... what, exactly?  Back to the tavern, to wait for everyone.  As he walked through the door, he found... Fey, of course, already there at a table.  "Did you even sleep?  Or have you been waiting this whole..."  His joke dying off as his eyes took in the massive spear-like weapon leaning against the wall nearby.<br/>