Sadar

Sadar pauses, a thinking expression on his face as he brushes at his bearded chin. "It is a tall order to take on a Drake, sandstalkers and a gnoll tribe." Then he nods to Alanna, "My thanks for the advice," then glancing at the others, "We can discuss the sands outside the city shortly but we can head to the Flesh Markets and speak with this Kathalra al Rath. The Rabid Dog sounds a lovely place for a drink this fine evening."