Seavan got up from his chair and quickly looked through his own pack before leaving alongside the others. He sighed as he made his way outside; he had to bite his tongue as he heard Valenté talk ill of Moira and blabber through what he could only assume was a diatribe against the lower class. "Oh no, that's . . . definitely the only time I've heard that before." Simply shrugging it off, he listened to the information from others as they all began to move out. He turned to the tall bronze-skinned man and the massive red-haired woman as they began to introduce themselves to the black-scaled and strangely courteous dragon man. "Name's Seavan Rinksed," he said to the other two. "And I've met with Miss Morgernstern in the past. Unfortunately, I've not a clue as to just what kind of past she has with our hirer. Though if you were to ask, I'd suggest you do so during our travels. Perhaps over a drink." Seavan quickly checked his things once again. "Speaking of, I may need to buy one once we get back."