Phoenix Maplewood taken away to the dark side

Things were winding down, and pleasantly so — like an evening somewhere far south where the sunsets were slow and mellow. Goldhawk would have been quite content to stay and chat here for a long while yet, but the thing was that chat wasn't quite the word to describe it. Scimitar and Saena were chatting a little he supposed, and Goldhawk as invited, but there was a touch of seriousness about the whole occasion. Goober was their mission, and even discounting him there was the tender subject of what seemed to be Saena's failed marriage. This was what stopped the amicable bard from touching on any personal questions he was keen to ask. That and a subordinate air, of course — he was an underling, and on a stranger's borders no less.

Though he wouldn't call Saena a stranger any more. An acquaintance, yes. A welcome one.

And so this was why Goldhawk elected to remain silent, and at her question turned his russet eyes cheerfully to his lord to see if he had any final requests. This had been a very enlightening meeting. They hadn't learned of Goober's whereabouts, no, but they had warned the Maplewood of him, and, on a personal note, Goldhawk had discovered more about his Alpha Male than he'd ever known before. Neverwinter had a quiet, backlogged history that he had discovered today and would never forget.