Philemon shakes himself free of the enchanting elf woman a bit earlier than most (+1 Wisdom modifier) and sighs audibly. "The natural world is a lovely place. I'm not sure elves exactly count, but they're close and some - like her - are really quite beautiful," he says happily. While many of the caravan are glad the sorceress is gone, Phil clearly feels some regret for her parting.

At the inn Phil excuses himself to eat his vegetarian meal. Seeing the grumpy bartender muttering to himself, the outdoorsman deliberately makes himself scarce and largely disappears for the night. He's nearby, if anyone needs him, but otherwise fades into the background, avoiding attention.