Paval follows the others whilst keeping a careful watch for trouble.

'That's correct," Paval says, in response to Naedragard's question.

Paval gives Laros a small nod of appreciation.

Paval dispels the darkness spell.

I hope this is the right place.

My merchant is negotiating partly to buy time and partly to avoid a fight. I hope the other PC's can pick up on that. I'll not be able to post tomorrow or Friday. I'll try and post tonight.

The merchant listens to Farviaan's tirade, smiling to himself. He says only one sentence to the githyanki, 'Some illithids pay well for runaway slaves.'

He turns his attention back to Kylara, 'Some spells, either arcane or divine require components. There are markets where you might replenish these. Hopping in and out of colour pools is all very well if there is nothing in your way. But if there is a dreadnought between you and the pool then it's wiser to move well away from it.'

The merchant is as taciturn as his bodyguard. He waits patiently for the female in charge to speak.

Paval Thune is bloodless, perhaps that is the best way of describing him. He is about 4' 11" in height and has a long mane of bone white hair. He is an albino drow and his alabaster skin is what draws most observers attention - assuming that the light is adequate to discern this. I use the term bloodless because he is coldly psychopathic in all that he does. He has no friends and no relatives. He has only one love but that is unrequited. The irony being that in order to first obtain this love he had render himself unable to reciprocate.

His calculating grey eyes see more than he will ever say. He values others only in terms of how useful they are to him. He is not arrogant. As a general rule he is polite and well-spoken. He does not seek to anger others but he never forgets a grudge. Although, he is quite verbose he never really speaks his mind. His voice is a harsh rasp of a shattered whisper and he can not raise a shout.