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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 4843718" data-attributes="member: 17456">Adamas had remained silent and still since the end of combat, his hands clasped tightly behind the small of his back, he stood. His face remained impassive, save for the slight furrow of the brow at some of the odd occurrences: the silver-tongued merchant, plying himself; his fellow bear-choked man, now cursed; the undeniably evil armor and its inevitable fate.He had proven himself a liability in the encounter, one that filled the proud elf with shame. He hadn't trained all these years to look the fool, yet that is exactly what happened. And as formidable as his new allies were in a fight, he wasn't sure how traveling with them would turn out. Never the socialite and ever the recluse, just the mere invitation to dinner unnerved him, throw in the casual talk about the difficulties of finding decent men, well, Adamas figured he might stay the night in his tower despite the offering. He'd give them a fair shot before coming to judgments. He owed it to Sigil at the least.</blockquote>