Some of you retire for the night, while others pull chairs up to the fireside and sit puffing on some cigars, thoughtfully provided by your host. The conversation jumps from hydras to boats to tobacco as everyone's eyelids begin to get heavy ...

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Meanwhile, in the stables a surprising scene is unfolding. As Yix hops up onto the cart, he is astonished to see Lissa, Fizahn and the lizardman ripping the furs from the drow's body.

Lissa checks Trinark for signs of life while Callos pokes at the drow's body clumsily. The drow's skin is cold as ice, and Lissa begins to think that the cough was a hallucination when finally her small fingers feel a faint pulse at the carotid artery.

"He is alive!"