Spiders of the Abyss

Stena's skin crawls in her sleep at it her name being dropped by another dirty drow.

((Oh, Stena is going to be thrilled to meet back up with the old crew. She did like Stool though.))

Galingal waves absently in the direction of where he thinks Stena is sleeping.

"She's here."

But his mind thinks back to the 'Prince.'

"Is the Prince still the Prince?" Galingal asks but he decides he must at least be in control enough to have made it this far. Instead he extends a hand to Sarith and nods again. He then turns to Petmailer. "This is Petmailer. This is Sarith. He, you, both are . . . okay."

Sarith's expression goes a bit flat. "He has his moments. Convinced him to permit the subterfuge of being a mere servant while in the city. Easier to explain than..." he waves a hand to summarize the whole of an elven prince being trapped in the body of a quaggoth.

"Petmailer.", Sarith says with a nod, extending a hand in greeting.

Without any other events in the night, Galingal would wake Stena to let her know who has shown up. He then gets Jimjar to sit still for a moment and question him on whether he found any guides while he was out and about.

Stena sits up, grabs her sword and stairs at the door as Gal knocks, breath coming ragged.

On hearing it is Gal, she will head out to see what needs her attention. On seeing it is Sarith she says, without enthusiasm, 

"You."

She looks around for Thom, Stool, the Prince and the rest.

Petmailer turns to Sarith and offers him his forearm and hand in a gripping shake.  He nods to him, slipping into Undercommon and saying “Petmailer Nailo.  I’m from Zazesspur, where are you from?  I … used to be… a Shadow Sentinel.  Until I was locked up in Velkynvelve… long story that.  Met up with this lot when I was being chased by a couple of Drow warriors.  How did you end up here?  You know this bunch?”  Petmailer ignores Stena and focuses on the Drow, hoping to learn more.  

((What or who does Stena look like currently?))

Kolose is just glancing about at all these new friends! What he thinks is new friends. In between keeping his eyes on his book.

((Her disguise self has probably worn off, so like Stena with a cloak pulled up and her face partially concealed.))

Sarith shakes Petmailer's hand as Galingal leaves to go let Stena know who has joined them. Petmailer doesn't notice anything off, but does notice Jimjar's eyes flick to Sarith as they shake hands, though the gnome offers no commentary.

"Menzoberranzan. You said you were locked up in Velkynvelve? When was that?"

(When Gal and Stena return.)

"Me." Sarith responds to her dubious greeting with a deep bow and a wry smile. "Apologies it was not someone better loved or more hated. The Prince and Stool are sleeping."

He gestures at the partition.

"Lia's dead. Think Shuushar is too. Got separated from Thom and the ogre-kin on our way here."

Galingal absorbs the news in silence. He's not sure what he feels about it. They didn't know each other long, but they fought and traveled together for a time.

He has no prayers to offer. The last thing the dead need is the attention of the Raven Queen.

"It is expected," Galingal finally says. Then he adds "An old woman, tiefling, may find us guide out of here. Hope back in morning."

“Hard to say… a few days ago?  A week or two?  Time passing strangely when you are on the run.  Do you know of it?  Did I see you there?  Escaped with my life… at one point I thought she was going to whip me to death..she never asked me any questions though..”

Petamailer stares at Sarith, trying to assess the Drow.  

"You brought the Prince and Stool in here?"

There is more than a little bit of incredulity at that news.

To the reports of the dead and missing being completely ignored.

She does turn to look at Gal on hearing they have a potential lead on getting out.

"What are the chances?"

Galingal looks at Stena and shakes his head. 

“Even that comes back with guide or sells us to slavers.”

That might have been an attempt by Galingal to make a joke but without a smile or change of inflection in his voice it’s nearly impossible to tell.

Stena takes Gal's comment as the cold assessment she has grown to, grudgingly, appreciate from the gray elf.

She adds a bit of her own optimism,

"Or cut our throats before we leave the city." 

Galingal nods, then adds "Good thing we look poor."

He then looks around to make sure the group is together, never quite sure where the old man gets to. If Kolose does manage to be nearby, Galingal will introduce him to the new arrivals.

Come morning, he will go back out into the main room to see if there's any sign of the tiefling. If so, he'll engage her to see if she has any news about a guide out of the Underdark. If not, he'll suggest to the others that they try the main part of the market where the most outsiders might be found to see if they can find a guide or someone selling decent maps at least.

"I somehow manage to convince His Highness to play the role of a simple laborer, and they viewed Stool as a bit of a curiosity."

"Old tiefling woman? From the bar downstairs? Saw her in passing, haven't talked to her."

Stena asks,

"The Prince is still...the Prince?"

Kolose has been hunched behind his book in an almost trance like state, but assuming some prodding from Galingal eventually snaps out of it.

"Oh, old friend..? Quite a pleasure!"

Sarith nods at Stena. "Unchanged. Still assured of his betrayal by... someone who has rendered him to his current state."

The drow raises an eyebrow at Kolose, glancing back to Stena and her cool greeting before addressing the old fellow. "I am truly glad to see my former traveling companions again, and by extension, anyone they how travel with.", he says with a slight bow.