Upon hearing Darvin say he'd get the elf, Talathel opened one of his eyes ever so slightly. Unsure of what an elf who had lived in a monastery most of his life was going to contribute to a strategy session that involved using rum to light the sewers on fire. He had his battle experience, and rarely backed down from a fight, but had taken time out from this experience to meditate for a bit.
He saw Darvin come over towards him. Before the half-elf could speak, Talathel did so.
"As long as we get out of this place, even momentarily, I'm for it. I still do not trust our hosts and would like to get away from them for now."
Talathel thought for a bit and smiled.
"Or perhaps we can go visit the town guard? We can go ask him if he knows anything about Hring or Starks?"
