Just some conversations, at the fireplace. In the Brynnlaw's inn at midnight, Arthgon and his gang rest another day, before they board a ship. Keldorn: "So, do any of you have a pure heart like mine? DarkFool: *smirk* "No, my heart is of Nougat." Wolfbane: "I don't know I prefer to look at other people's hearts." Arthgon: *Laughing madly* "Let's see if I have such one, in my backpack." Vorak: "I do like hearts, with a bit of salt and pepper." Keldorn: "Oh man, I wish I did not ask."