Cormyr - The Tearing of the Wave

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The elf finishes his rabbit, fruit and bread in silence, listening to what the duo says. After taking a few swigs off his waterskin, Ryx washes his hands off, then wiping them dry with a cloth he produced from his backpack. When finished, Ryxikor stands up and stretches, he turns around and lays his backpack on the ground up against his stone seat. As he straightens back up, the troublesome elf starts mumbling to himself as he walks away from the campfire, hoping the spell Maesyn cast on him is still in effect, he quietly whispers., "Maesyn, when I first heard them, they were saying something about a shipment being wasted, and it was such a good storage place, they must have been talking about the tomb. But what I keep thinking about is, they said only bandits, scoundrel and monsters use that place, and they use that place. They told on themselves, didn't they? Whats their business, dealing in stolen art?" he laughs a bit at this last remark, but quickly composes himself.

Ryx hesitates for a moment, then turns and looks at the duo, "You don't happen to have any of those liquors on you now, would you? A few drinks would probably help us forget about that gambol we fought off earlier, not to mention sleeping better." he says, hoping he didn't just yell in Maesyn's head.