Elkintra Rilyn Duskryn settles into reverie. Unlike some other beings like humans and dwarves, elves of the dark and light do not actually sleep. Rather, they settle into a restful trance, meditating on the very fibre of their being to replenish lost reserves. In the case of a sorcerer, this requires especially acute meditation, so that his magic, his faer, is also replenished. All through the night while on the carriage, the dark elf had attempted to enter deep reverie but the carriage had jostled too much for him to acheive the eight hours required.
After a good meal, a couple of drinks and a good chat, Elkintra is ready to try again. He eases himself into the trance, meditating not only on the rejuvination and replenishment of Faer into his sinews, but also on the earlier conversations in the tavern.
A warrior’s status in this warparty of the surface world is more difficult to determine than the same position in a drow party from the Underkiln. In a drow party, there is a more definite structure of hierachy. There is always someone in charge and there is always someone in charge of them. Seldom are the warparty friends but mutual considerations are strengthened by the greater danger of opposing enemies and further supported by the chain of command, orders from above, and the dire consequences of disobedience or neglect of duty.
In his new party of acquaintances there is no such hierachy. At first, Elkintra had thought Fenril might be in charge, but although he does seem to have some authority, he generally seems to let the others decide what to do. More like a guide, he is. But still not one to be crossed, the dark elf surmises. Elkintra thinks he would probably trust Fenril more than some of the others….if “trust” was something he had in his reserves.
Big Daddy is straightforward and Elkintra regrets that he was unable to prevent BD’s signing of the IMP’s contract. A dangerous precedent! Early magical training had always taught the dark sorcerer about the dangers of signing pacts with outsiders. He hadn’t wanted to say this in front of the IMP for fear of alienating him, preferring instead to suggest basic logic. But it had not been enough. Now that a treaty existed between two, it would only be a matter of time before the disease spread. Still, he would continue to resist, while at least supported by some of his comrades. The party needed a healer, and the IMP had other invaluable skills to offer.