Adraxis strolls over and stands near Myrdin. The Oathsworn is nomming on spoonfuls of lasagna that he's eating out of a tankard.
"Calan," he nods in greeting.
"Ruki," he nods.
"Ready to go, Elly?" he asks. "We should hit the road soon and see if we can grab Gen on the way. I don't think she'd...