Nixa strides over to the cleric, circles him once, and then nods approval. "If you truly wish, you may join us. Perhaps you and the halfling together can keep Beren from our minds. He likes to drive you lesser beings insane."
Leaving the cleric, she walks to the door of the tavern and leans against the frame, staring out. "Vierzt left in a huff a half hour ago after I shoved him out the door. He could be anywhere by now. Fuming, is the most likely bet."