In the common room of the inn is a single long wooden table for inn patrons to use.  In the back corner of the inn in a large open fire place with half-a-dozen leather bound armchairs.

Nthanda retires to her room, where she casts the ritual to call her familiar.  When the little dragon arrives she will place it on her shoulder and then go to the hearth room, sit in a leather chair and relax a little.

Zenphar spent the first evening back at the Keep with Nthanda as the two of them studied the magic items recovered from Black Torgal's camp to determine their properties. There was not much of chance to chat as they studied the items and ate their dinners at the same time.

The next day after many items had been disbursed, even more were sold, and coins were shared he was surprised to see the drow warlock with a small draconic creature sitting with her.

"Nthanda, you have a pet? Where did you find it?

You are probably the best person to deal with one last task, although I will be happy to go with you. No one has made a claim to the Staff of Birdcalls, so it needs to be sold. The Mortar and Pestle, is run by a Mistress Maven, and Sergeant Gaulmod said she trades in magicked items."

"Zenphar, so good to see you," Nthanda says rising to greet him. She reaches up to scratch the pseudo dragon behind the ears, the creature evidently enjoying it.  "This is Abbil, a gift from the Fey as my companion.  We share a bond, she and I," she introduces the familiar.

"As to the staff, I am happy to take it to Mistress Maven and see what price she offers.  I have a staff and no need for another, despite one as charming as this," she says take the staff.  She heds out of the inn, pausing to look back at him.  "Will you join me?"

"A fey dragon! Pleased to meet you Abbil. May I?" He waits for permission before give the small dragon a scratch behind the ears, as Nthanda had done.

"My pleasure." The elf follows the drow out of the inn.