And thank the gods for that, he thought to himself. Last eve's session was cut dramaticly short; it seem the drow were prowling about in the woods surrounding Tel'Ruid.

He sighed as he felt his way along the wall, carefully making his way down the steps of the Elfsong Inn. "There's always something, someone.." he mummered quietly to himself. "There's never peace.. always fueds or misunderstanding..!"

He studied such matters for well over fifteen years; He's assisted in books on cultural differences, most notably a study by a fellow Brother on the gargish race and thier interactions with humans. Nigh a week ago, he departed the village of Cove, were he studied the "savages" and thier relationship with the orcs.

Even here, in the glade, there are conflicts. "Theres always troubles.." he thought to himself as he walked into the warm rays of sun and closed the steel door to the Inn behind him...

The last thing Brother Fineaus felt was a sharp, quick pain at the base of his skull..

Had Brother Fineaus not been blind, he would have seen the bizzare creature clinging to the outside wall of the Elfsong Inn, poised above him, as he closed the steel door..