Following Drake with his unsteady gait, Brother Pelegon nods at the group of adventurers. With his unwashed clothes, unshaved face and the smell of liquor, the aasimar must look like a drunken vagabond caught up in the trouble with the lizardfolk, but Perin and Surina may recognize him as the hermit who keeps to himself mostly.
"Brother Pelegon," he introduces himself to the gathering, then motions to the empty air next to him. "And this is my imaginary friend Bob. D'you happen to have any drinks? I'm parched. Must've been days since I last had any."
For a second, Pelegon fixes his gaze on Surina, his eyes almost completely white and far more sober than his manner seems to suggest... And then it vanishes as he looks away, scanning the others while appearing to stop himself from shaking.
"Was sleeping when them lizardfolk captured me. I don't even want to know what they did to my stuff -- well, the things they didn't steal, I mean."