Lambic sits in his seat near the door, ignoring the non-sense at the bar, staring at a potion and drink a pint of ale.[/list]

Lambic has been watching the discussion from his seat near the door. He sets down the potion he has been inspecting and says Dallid, I am not usually one to take on these long travels, and I am in no hurry to return to the lands beyond the Haven. However, This seems most important and I am tired of...