[sblock=Rapture]"My other choice is porridgey breeches, so I won't say I'm not tempted," says Keldar. "But-" He breaks off as he sees Rapture's face upturned to the sky, and the light glinting from the water in her hair. He closes his own eyes.
As they come back within sight of the inn, Keldar moves a step or two away, touching his fingertips to hers before he lets her hand drop. "Thank you," he says. "For trusting me."[/sblock]Back at the inn, Keldar looks in on Tarag and Tommy, but both seem busy, so he tiptoes away without disturbing them, and joins Galwynn in the common room.
"Greetings, Galwynn. I bought these." He hefts two simple iron javelins, one in each hand. He mimes hurling them. "Thwumm! thwumm! They'll fly truer over distance than my daggers, and they'll do more harm than an arrow. I'm sure they'll go right to the core of a fire elemental. Perhaps I'll be able to hurt one before it gets too close to us."
"Brr! It's nasty weather outside. Good lady," he addresses the innkeeper, "I would be very glad to sit by a fire and steam myself dry." He takes off his cloak and boots and settles into a chair at the fireplace.