Aroden d'Orro

Aroden returns, easy enough to spot as he makes his way through the crowd, given his standing height a full two heads taller than most of those around him. Taking care not to knock his head against the ceiling, he shakes his head as he reaches the table, "Seems the folks here are rather, ah, tight-lipped, non? I could get nothing from them! Perhaps they are waiting for us to perish inside to loot our corpses, oui? Well, I will have terrible news for them when we return victorieux."

He collapses onto a bench, dark rings more prominent under his eyes than the day before, and asks, "So, we are ready to depart, non?"