Alistair<br/>Location: Inn<br/>Time: Day 3<br/><br/>Alistair has already offered his wisdom to the masses and feel perhaps it was for naught. The gnolls have attacked the town once and the party has a trail of crumbs leading off to the countryside from which they came. Every day they put it off and wait, every moment they delay, the trail goes colder. He can surely understand the excitement of the new champion. Alistair more than anyone here finds her very attractive, but pawing at her will only make her uncomfortable, and every second they wait only makes the task before them harder.<br/><br/>There are only so many times he can relay his concerns and be ignored, and he resigns them with a sigh. There is a time to give in to your desires and appetites, and there's a time for business. One of these days a few of his fellows are going to learn hard lessons in that regard that may cost them their lives or injury. He simply hopes Charlotte is up to the task to keep them upright when it happens. He resigns his objections with a sigh.<br/><br/>