Skrall opened his eyes, he had dozed off for a few minutes, his pipe having gone out in the meantime. He sluggishly made his way down the stairs after ordering a brace of pheasants for when he returned. His eyes lingered on the notices. "Wren," he thought to himself as he eyed the first, "no to soon, there isn't anything to be gained going after her fer the time being to wait. Hmmm... Town watch in need again? Figures, though seems like they've gotten themselves a new captain, perhaps this one is a bit more reasonable." Skrall afixed his name under the sign-ups for Quest 40: The Strivvian Job.
Skrall returned to his table to wait for his pheasant, as he sat there he pulled out the Zoot's plaything. He stared long and hard at the obsidian orb, to think such a small thing could be the cause of great contention among others. Skrall glanced around the hall, his mage acquaintances didn't seem to be present as neither Nur nor Arthur were currently in the room. Noticing the rogue Atramor dealing with Namyrra, he called over to him, "When yer finished with yer transaction, ya mind sharin' a pint or two?"