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For the first few days at Minderhal's Cathedral Kraygan was fascinated by Wren's labors in the forge, but his interest waned when one of the first items to come from the flames was a crude amulet in the shape of a hand making a rude gesture. Figuring it was the elf's blunt way of telling everyone to sod off, Kraygan left him to it without bothering him again. Every few days something new would appear outside the forge doors, and he celebrated a little more when one of them was his requests.
After that time seemed to fly by, or perhaps it was the magical effect ale has on memory when one drinks as much as two dwarves. He'd never blacked out before, but there were definitely things he couldn't recall during this binge - like Vanderhoff's name and two missing braids. After that he cut back on the drink, much to everyone's relief.
Once on the road he started rationing his supplies, and thus is mostly sober as the group considers the giant camp.
"Aye. A wooden yak and Wren's fart clouds got us inta Redlake Fort. Could we try that again?"