Meanwhile... "I'll have some of that vile camel's spit if you don't mind, Loge." Martin pours himself a small glass. "I guess I was a little forceful before. We could all use a day's rest, and since it seems we're meeting up tomorrow, we can all make better introductions then." Martin finishes the ale with a refreshed sigh, waves and remarks, "Oh, try not to use the word "extraordinaire." Like Loge said, we're not that grand, at least yet."

Martin walks and stumbles back to the room he rented, trying to shake from his mind the dead cardshark and the grieving foreigner. If only the camel spit worked the way I wanted...