Originally Posted by
Ka'ladun
Loge approaches the table, a newly bought mug of ale in hand, the letter in the other. "The name's Loge. Loge Codicus," he says in between sips, tossing his letter down onto the table. "And Martin, I hardly think any of us qualify as grand. From my count we've got an overly compassionate paladin, an optimist, some gnome with a mace, and one yet unnamed lunatic. And me. Hardly the grandest of cabals." Loge's speech ends as he quaffs his ale in one large gulp and starts walking over to the bartender for a refill.