** the newly appointed Venture Captain, Merceil Silverwood, sits at a small table with his back against one of the walls, his bow leaning against next to him **
Right. Time to spend more gold. Maybe there will be time to go to the market before dinner. As they say, if you can't find it at the Grand Lodge, it's not worth finding.
Or, if they don't, they should START saying it...
** the slender elf rises from his seat, the hint of silver armor poking out from under his cloak as he makes his way out the door **