In the tavern Curious happily ate up the bread, buttering peices and savoring each one. His boots swung back and forth, feet obviously not touching the floor. He kept on his cloak, deciding to keep his mystery...not that he had much of it. Looking up every now and then he half listened to the gossip and news of others. Drow had been seen coming far to close for their own good...
He had been attracted by the light and love this place...it still glowed with it. But there was an evil here...he could feel it very strongly, when he first arrived and even now.
Making sure not even a crumb was left he reached for his glass of wine. The table top came to his chest, he lifted the glass thoughtfully to his lips and took along drink...