The dark-haired man shook his head and smiled somewhat sheepishly. "I fear not. In retrospect one would be well advised to do so - and if you make better use of it, the area is somewhat forested, being along waterways, and you might use that to cover much of your approach."<br/><br/>The twin in Arivel's lap purred quietly from the back of her throat as he stroked her mostly-bare thigh. She bit her lower lip to suppress grin and giggle when she felt the more prominent and unyielding contours of his lap press proudly upward against her buttocks, and shifted herself to better nestle him between them. Under the table, the other twin's nearer hand played idly along her own sister's thigh and Arivel's belt, eventually slipping between the small of her sister's back and the waistline of the man behind her, her knuckles now grazing Arivel where her twin's had before. She responded to the man's answer to the question her twin had asked with, as naturally as if it had been herself asking the question in the first place, "Mm, I see...so even if you were, say, to retire to your room before the priest came looking for you, 'twould be a simple better of letting the bartender or his maids know to direct an inquiring Morninglord to you."<br/><br/>While his compatriots ate heartily but with rather polished table manners by adventurers' standard, the dark-haired man scratched his fine angular chin and said, "Hmm, and I hope that the priest does, I'm not certain he took me up on my offer to jot down the landmarks to the dragon ere we departed. At least I mentioned the Huntsilver estate where we will likely be found. Ah, little matter-" writing down the directions a second time and tearing the piece of paper in half, he slid half to Arivel and invited himself to tuck the other half in the cleavage of the brunette barmaid as she came by to check on them. He tucked two silver pieces in after it and winked, "One for ye, and one for whatever cleaning-boy or stable-lad you might have on hand to run, brisk-like, back to the House of the Morning and deliver this to one Randal Morn."<br/><br/>The serving-lass seemed less than offended (like so many in her trade, she made a habit of leaning over customers' tables in outfits designed to draw attention to such poses, invariably fluffing her tips from male patrons), nodded, and glided down a back hall while the adventurers ate expediently. The blonde armored man gave out a great sigh, "Hearty stuff, and many thanks, my man; yet I feel I'll soon retire to the Huntsilver estate. It was a long and bloody night, as you saw."<br/><br/>His shorter, darker-haired fellow nodded, "Aye, so for us lugging you so far!" The dark-garbed redhead beside him giggled. He smiled at Arivel, "But if you've any other queries ere we leave..."<br/><br/>"or after," the twin in Arivel's lap interjected, lifting the man's goblet to his lips after inviting herself to sip from it, "We might linger...not having been the ones to shoulder or fellow, we may have a touch of energy left." Her twin rather slowly and artfully lifted a grip to her lips and rolled it between them before swallowing, gazing at Arivel thoughtfully as she did so.