Vaerdos walks in on this rainy day. It’s a light rain that you can barely hear it over the sound of the fire. It is unusually quiet inside the Demon Draft’s Inn for this time of evening. Perhaps the regulars, usuals and locals have better things to do. Hedjamaat stand bend over the bar. Giving it a good rub down as he tries to scrub a ring off the surface. Vaerdos drop his bow and quiver off with the bouncer and makes towards the bar. He nods at the two Calfean bar maids who seem bored by the lack of customers.
The Ardakene drop some coins at on the counter and heads upstairs. There he waits, to see what if any other Champions will share their experiences in the Vault of Larissa’s Lament with this elorii.
