Arkadius is sat in the Flourished Hook, nursing a glass of whatever cocktail the lovely waitress recommended was the best at the time and brought over to him. Sat alone, he seems to be lost in his own thoughts, considering how it never takes him too long to find his way into trouble. Fun situations, but trouble nonetheless. Considering his own antics over the last few weeks alone, his gleaming orange catlike eyes seem to glaze over, and become paler...
First was the ogre and kobolds in Kundar (as he remembers this, he rubs his hip with a hand absent-mindedly, he still has a small bruise on his side to remember this by). His memory drifts on to the meeting with the dragonborn afterwards. Then there was the trip to the Kundarian mountains, the infernal tree, and… misunderstanding what “they’ve come to replace us” roughly means when kobolds utter the words at you. Since arriving in Kantas from far-away travels, lessons have been learned, and lessons have been… forgotten.
His mind drifts away from events, and onto other things. Jacinta, Mathew, Theo, Mace, Ergin, Bubbles, Sheryl and Faye… Kantas is home to some pretty interesting people, just to name a tiefling-sized handful of them. A smile is seen on Arkadius’ face. Mace in particular was an interesting fellow. ”Captain of Operations. I do like that, he says to himself, under his breath. ”I need to take my friend over to Kundar soon enough, let him practice his Draconic in a natural environment,” more as a verbal-mental note than anything else.
Arkadius’ mind flicks back to the world in front of him, namely the table and the drink, tangible items and relationships in the world. Most important of all of them, Sasha (to make it clear, Sasha is not in the Hook!). He makes a mental note to pay the stables for her stabling and feed, and smiles again. “A toast, to Sasha!”, he says out loud to himself. “And to the Swan, no matter where They may be!”