Long after the stranger is gone, Tanis' dark brown eyes continue to stare at the door through which he had departed, as if down into a dark well.

For once, the brooding ranger has no wry comment or anecdotal gallows humor.  Finally he swallows and looks away, his own drink forgotten.

(OOC:  ready to move on.)

Night falls, and you make your way to the harbour to execute the ambush on the drow skiff meant to be coming in any moment now, although when you arrive, there’s no sign of it on the tumultuous horizon, or any visuals on the mercenary guild member you expected to be here to complete the deal, which is strange, as you’d think they’d want to be somewhat visible to assure their trade partner can make it to them. Overall, aside from the crashing waves, things are far more quiet and desolate then you expected. Maybe too much so…