Toby sat back and watched the development of the group. First meeting were always a tricky but interesting process. It had a way of determining the groups dynamic regaurdless of rolls each person played. As their large guest got up and aggressive, Toby slid from the table. Large northern types liked to flip furniture and he wasnt about to end up in a pile of cheese and mutton in the corner....at least not one that wasnt of his own making. Seeing that a few of the others had stepped up and calmed him of a sort. Toby couldnt help but hear the name of the Zhentarim. Like a kid that just dropped his candy in the dirt looking for the best curse word he could Toby lowered  his head "Ahhh Zhents."<br/>He had encountered them before in the Dalelands when he was with an adventuring group called the Travelers. THe Zhents had rolled down into Shadowdale and they had helped protect the citizens but couldnt stop the tide of Zhents. Thankfully they made it cost more than it was worth and the Zhents went past without further lose of life on either side. They were not known for thier half measures and were well known for their magical prowess.<br/>As the giant of a man looked to leave Toby scurried out of the way. He was barely as big as the mans boot and didnt care to end up under it. "So looking like a sneaky time kinda night then. The barge idea works for me but it would be best if we did it under cover of night. Trying to get the 10 of us out of town all looking like we arnt going the same direction is gonna be a tough order. We could all leave over the course of a few days and meet up at a predestined point but im betting we dont wanna waist that time and some of you no doubt dont trust the rest. Wise of you as it is." He wondered to the other side of the room to be closer to those he hadnt really had time to meet yet. Getting a good look at Talethi's feet he looked up at her. "Nifty feet you got. Gotta be all kindsa useful." He meant it as he pondered picking up stuff with his feet and hanging from branches or just scratching his knee with out having to bend over to do it. He didnt lend much credit to the map the others were looming over as it was older than the moor they were headed into. Besides he had always found that planting his quarter staff in the ground and letting it fall was the best way to get where he needed to be. Tymora would send him where he was needed. It was how he had found the posting for this job after all and he stood by it as a fact.