Dack's scowl turned almost instantly back into that wild grin that he so preferred as Silluin spoke. Once again all the eyes in the room were turned to them, Dack was wondering when they'd just stop bothering. Something had changed about her since she'd left to stable her horse, but Dack could only begin to guess exactly what had happened. He guessed it didn't matter though, he knew he could count on Silluin, and it hadn't appeared that Lora cared much about the fight, so that left Art, the halfling that now sat at the table, and Khamul, wherever the hell he was. "That's what I like to hear," said Dack. "Now, I think it's late enough by now that we aught to look into getting some lodgings for the night. The rest of you can give me your answers along the way. Now come on, I get the feeling the bar tender is getting kind of tired of our outbursts." Ignoring his nagging pains Dack limped out of the bar with his head held high and the others following behind. As before most of them remained behind him, Dack wasn't sure what it was that was keeping them back there now, doubt maybe? But he didn't care, he had at least two that were going to stick with him, and that was a start at least. They had their pick of inns now, and while Dack didn't bother to collect his coin pouch from the halfling he made it clear that the thief was expected to pay a good portion of their lodging fee.