Gabriel has been waiting a night out in some shabby little tavern in Sūdhaem with tankard after tankard of mead as his only company.

He may be a Silversaint but he’s only one Silversaint and it would be a death sentence to travel at night if it can be helped so he has a room bought and paid for and he can set out again in the morning.

His dark eyes scan over the tavern. Taking note of the people, he subconsciously gives his near empty coin purse a squeeze just to know it’s still there.