Well then...

Talathel surveyed the scene and decided that now was a great time to drink some rum. He reached for his flask and unscrewed the lid. He was still a bit shaken from being pursued by the wererat in the sewers earlier. Finding out what the box did was of some comfort. The trip had been worth something, at least. However, the talks of strategy bored the elf. He figured that someone else could come up with the course of action, and he could follow it. As long as he collected his gold soon after though. 

Did we ever get our advance? 

"If we're not going tonight, then perhaps a night on the town is called for. Darvin? Shall we go find some of these wenches you go on and on about?"

The half-elf shot Talathel a puzzled look. 

"I'm not in the monastery any more. And besides, if you're going to introduce yourself as a mighty pirate, perhaps we could go act as one!"

Darvin was, unsurprisingly, unamused. Talathel laughed anyways.

I wanna piss on it...

This will count as Nick and Alan's post because we are sitting next to each other. Biotches!

Come to think of it. I have to piss too. But just before Darvin could leave the room the curious little hobbit started asking him questions. The little fellow was curious about Darvin's name, his profession, his reason for being there and how he liked to cook a cat. 

"Darvin Amblecrown, Mighty Pirate. My reason for being in this room is that I was knocked unconscious in the sewers of Baldur's Gate and woke up here. As for the last part of your question, I have never had cat and don't want it either." 

The halfling then asked for Darvin's assistance with something to do with "ratty folk". Whatever they were. Darvin was very confused. The cat had destroyed the spread on the table. Talathel and the human were about to go piss and Darvin desperately needed to join them. But here he was talking to a halfing. What is it with me and halflings? Do I have special halfling attracting cologne that I wear? 

"I have no clue about these "ratty folk" you refer too. But if you'll excuse me I have to piss. It was nice meeting you...er...I don't believe I caught your name."

Talathel begins..........NOW

Well, I have had a lot of rum...but bad things tend to happen whenever I follow people. Though, this elven maiden is kind of attractive and I have lived in a monastery  for a long time so...

Especially with the conversation turning towards cooking cats, Talathel followed the elven maiden towards what he hoped would be the bathroom. If not the bathroom, more rum would do. He looked at the overturned goblets on the table. Was there rum in them? If so, that cat would be in serious trouble.

He gave a glance back at Darvin and the half elf was inching slowly away from the awkward conversation and closer to Talathel. 

Maybe this elven maiden is one of those wenches my half-elf friend keeps talking about.