"Good man." Molly grinned, getting up and taking one last swig from the bottle before abandoning it on the table. He was hardly dressed for a proper adventure. No coat, no swords. Just a loose shirt and pair of low-slung pants he wore to bed after Fjord had, vehemently, rejected Molly's usual habit of sleeping in the nude.

Ah, well, hopefully, they wouldn't end up in a fight for their lives. He wasn't about to go ruining the moment by rushing off to powder his nose.

After that, all it took was telling the sleepy young half elf at the desk to inform their friends they had gone for a walk if they came looking for them. Then it was out into the dark to try and find this tower before the sun got a chance to show its face.