He poked at the fire with a small stick. Beside him, a few yards away, Blake pointed out different letters of the alphabet in Leiko's book.
      "Look at that." Emeryl settled next to Prism, giant black spider wrapped in his arms.
      "Hmm?" Prism glanced momentarily at the drows.
      "He's been taking care of her ever since he found out that she's his sister. Before I didn't think he'd care about anyone." Emeryl watched them.
      "Maybe." Prism responded half-heartedly. His mind was elsewhere. From across the fire Bentora poked at it with a different stick, obviously worried about the same thing.
      "Maybe when we get back I can show him the convent. You think he'd want to become a priest?" Emeryl grinned at Prism.
      Raising a brow and jeering back, Prism tried to picture Blake with a talisman and robes.
      "I hate to break it to you, but I don't think that's Blake's calling..." he mumbled.
      "Ne? Why not?" Emeryl scratched his cheek.
      "I... just don't think a drunken necromancer who loots and blows up things for a hobby is the religious type..." Prism muttered.
      "Shouldn't we go?" Bentora glanced up at him.
      "It has been a few hours, Eric should be back by now." Prism huffed, "And you did find the hobbit village, which means he found the drow village. Maybe he got caught?"
      "That's a possibility..." Bentora answered. She had her elbows on her knees and her hands knotted into a ball in front of her face. Behind her the long black tail jerked tensely.
      "Are we going to go find him then?" Emeryl sat the spider on his head.
      "Yes, yes, of course." Prism uncurled. Climbing to his feet he dusted off his robes and glanced again at the drows.
      "Hey, we're leaving to find Eric!" he told them.
      Briefly looking up, Blake closed the book.
      "He hasn't come back yet?" he asked.
      "No, we're going to find him." Prism replied.