Tarn was disappointed that he had not been chosen, although he knew that with Atramor and Nyx on board, the Quest was likely to be successful.
"Good luck my friends," he murmured to the Regulator and the Battle Mage. His gaze had been caught by a beautiful brown-haired woman. Sadly that oaf Johon was talking to her already. He strolled to the bar to get another drink, all casual, but trying to catch the stranger's eye.