"Read for yourselves, I think it is time to decide if we carry this on or if we go our ways. Are we in this for the long road or not, if we go back now then I suspect we will stay until the bitter end." Duc speaks quietly, with her hair moving gently despite the stillness of the room, her pale white skin, seems even lighter than usual and her eyes are hard as she makes her choice. The note lies in the middle of the table for each of the others to read. 

Nat picks up the letter, reads it, and puts it back on the table.  He looks from Duc, to Retiog, to Drake, and for once, stays silent.

"What's it say damn it!" Drake would growl as the others look at the note

Duc sees the others read the page, looks over at Retiog and pats him on the shoulder, before rising and nodding to the rest of the group. Her eyes move over each of them, holding for a moment on each face as if to force them into her memories. "I wish you all the luck, I fear the city will prove a dangerous place for those like us, I will return to the north I think, should your path ever take you there, look for me."

The genasi nods again, and turns away, gliding through the doorway and away into the hustle and bustle of Sul Na Mara without a backward glance.

Drake would grumble and stuff his pockets with what was left of the food on his plate. "Well... I guess i gotta find myself a new pack... maybe i'll go find a few wolves or something... " The kobold would say before getting up from the tablet and bouncing away 

Nat nods.  Luck to you all.  He rises, and leaves the city headed north and west; maybe it was time to visit his family.