The Wet Wick was rowdy tonight, most of the Adderstone’s had fizzled out amongst themselves for the evening. Leander was taking the opportunity to relax a bit.

He’d already put on his spectacle for the evening, entertaining the tavern-goers with some easy magic. His attention was focused on his drink, his mind wandering in thought. Usually by now he’d be eyeing patrons of the evening, wondering which he may charm into being his bed mate for the night.

His mind was far from there, a newfound tension in his shoulders as he thought about the Senobium. The damned place.