Renolf sat at a table, thinking back over the tale he had overheard from Darius, of Seka's interactions, of Aylin's skill, and of dancing with Sanora. They were quite a bunch, he mused, and he was feeling better about accompanying them and working together. Given their talents and personalities, he anticipated many an exciting tale sprouting from their adventures.<br/><br/>Concern touched Ren's brow, though. Ceol had not returned, and Ren was one of the last to go to sleep, even considering the lateness of their waking. Ren shared a certain respect for the warrior, and if something ill had befallen him... it would be work to track him down. Shaking his head, he slipped out the deck of tarot cards given to him by his mother, a set that he rarely ever used. Maybe Ceol had found something else to occupy him, or was sleeping in the trees... the rogue had no idea, really. He'd have to go out looking for Ceol if he didn't show up in time, and that would create some problems.<br/><br/>Drawing out the cards, Renolf closed his eyes, shuffling them neatly. His mother reassured him that he did not have the gift for fortune-telling, that his talents were simply physical and mental, but the occasional reading Ren gave was chillingly telling. Letting out a deep breath, but not opening his eyes, Ren began laying out the cards while he waited for the others to join him, giving himself a reading.