Tycondrius was nearly finished with inventorying the contents of his spatial ring when Krysaos entered the door of their private inn room.
"Oh, my bad," Krysaos bared his teeth in a not-so-apologetic grin, "Should I have knocked?"
Tycon furrowed his brows... "That would have been polite, yes."
"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Krysaos grimaced as he looked around the room.
Tycon gestured at the ordered stacks of rations and the few articles of clothing and weaponry, "I like being prepared."
"So this is how you spend your nights..." Krysaos muttered. "I was hoping to run into... you-know-who. I might've offered to join in."
"I'd much rather do inventory, thank you."
"AaAAanyroad," The human proudly puffed his chest out, "*I* got a ship! It's leavin' at midnight, though."
Tycon peeled his attention away from his inventory check to look at his Captain.
