At a nearby table, Kelyn stops delivering an intense lecture to Egandrol about the proper and respectful use of Druid’s flowers when she hears Volkrak tapping on his tankard. At his gesture to join him, she slowly climbs up beside him and mutters, “just don’t plan on being drunk all the time.” She smiles to the crowd. “Dearest friends, we are sorry to have to leave you to continue our quest on your own. It’s no longer just our lives that are at stake. This little one will know and be raised by both parents.” Brinley growls softly and rubs her head on Kelyn’s legs before resting it on her feet. She laughs and bends down to ruffle her ears. “Yes and a bear.”