After a short while Azaroth walks back down into the common area. His ragged hair and beard have now been cleaned and trimmed, but his eyes still show the signs of poor rest if any at all.
He stumbles down the stairs slightly as if drunk but with not the scent of liquor on him.
he finds a table with very few to no people on it and sits down. Hastur clammers down his arm and walks onto the table looking over his forearm.
When the server comes around Azaroth requests for some meager food for himself and some bread for Hastur.
"Yes!" Azaroth says to Hastur "We must, ermph get our strength up, for too long have we neglected our personal health! Yes....."
DON'T STARE AT ME LIKE THAT! *he yells furiously at the weasel,as he slams his fist down on the table,* We came back here to recoup funds and our health! *he looks around embarassed lowers his head to the weasel's eye level,* For now we must bide our time and spend some time getting jobs! then when we are strong again we'll go back and this time, ha ha yes this time, we'll prove ourselves worthy and not be defeated by some cowardly enemy that attacks in the night!....... YES! Good thinking Hastur! We'll use this down time to plan our assault, hah hah we'll be ready for that pompous fool this time! Insignificant Fly HAH! NOT WORTHY OF BEING SWATTED HAH! We'll show it! We shall be the swatters next time... then this nightmare will be over and we shall have what we so justly deserve!
We must have paper or parchment, yes... and something to write with! There is much to plan yes.... much to plan!
*Azaroth swats his plate out of the way and starts drawing wildly on the table with chalk*