The Whitescale Kobolds (Imperial City)

[Shiningwolf]

The Unlucky (diplomat)
A little after sunup, 'Roland' would enter the front door of the Platypus, looking a little tired, but relaxed. As per usual he would have sat down and waited for his companions, while ordering a bowl of stew.

The Glove
At mid morning, Gavril enters the Pride, looking for his companions. Spotting the drow, he walks over, and motions as if to pat the kid's shoulder, before hesitating and instead picks up the glass the drow has been using.
"Probably not the wisest thing to do before an infiltration mission."
(Oh, and in response to the half elf, he would have given his name as Nagar)
(Well, Gavril will be going to the orcs, and the deva is doing the library quest.)

[Nephallim]

The Spellsword

Quel shuffles into the Empress' Pride, faded blue greatcoat pulled tight about his solid form. Today his shoulder-length hair looks like it was washed out as it now shines a pale blond, almost white. The tangles and knots have been combed out of it, and the now silky locks have been pulled back out of the half-elf's eyes with a cord of leather. As he settles down across from Zeke, it becomes apparent that he's also changed the padding and rags he wears under his leather breastplate. For the first time in days the young man is. . . clean.

"Long night?" Quel asks his dark skinned companion before glancing to 'Nagal' a moment, and then to a barmaid, "Two coffees, black," He says, "And how about a bowl of grits with that pepper cheese?"

The Scalechanger

Maluth's pink eyes flash open as the white-scaled troglodyte jarrs awake at the kobold's sudden movement. The much larger lizard is fast to slink after Meepo, keeping the redscale in sight. Its a new day, and with a new day comes a new hunger. Gnoll will make a fine breakfast.

The Wanderer

The Deva called 'Desmond' saunters down the stairs of the Pale Platypus. Something about the man looks different. Perhaps its the fact that for once his sword is properly belted at his waist. Maybe its the fact that he's actually wearing that sailcloth cloak he's always carrying around. Or it could of course be the fact that his wings are nowhere to be seen, tucked tight to his back and held safe by two extra backplates buckled tight.

((Quel is going to assault the mine with Zeke and the Glove. Maluth is slinking after Meepo.
'Desmond' is obviously investigating the libraries with Carmella and 'Roland.'))

[Bladedancer]

Damara

To say that Damara appears over Quel's shoulder isn't quite accurate - anyone would swear she was right there, the entire time. It's just how she managed to get there with nobody noticing that none of them would be able to figure. "Are we ready to go hunting for some orc, gentlemen?"

At their rather started expressions, she gives a soft laugh and a smile that shows a few more teeth than it probably should. "Oh, don't worry. How I know that is my business. Yours is that I'm quiet, and subtle enough to have found out. I think you might find that useful, where you're going."

Elia

A few yards away from the inn, a slender figure in light armor appears around a corner and flicks Meepo a crooked half-smile as she tightens a sword-belt around her waist. "I thought I owed you and yours a little help, after the other night. What seems to be the trouble?"

(Damara, obviously, is headed to help out the slaves. Elia, for now, is going to see what the trouble is with Meepo's folk.)