"Unless there is something of importance to be found in this city, I suggest we leave as soon as we can," Ceoluulf replied, turning in his seat and leaning back against the counter so as to face the group.  His grim countenance only seemed to darken, as if wondering what strange fate had brought him into his current company.  This wasn't exactly the sort of man one would bring to a party if they aimed to lighten the mood.<br/><br/>"As for<em>where</em>, I'll leave that to chance.  Better to throw a knife at a map or let the winds guide your steps than plan on any particular destination.  In my experience one rarely ends up where they expect to."