Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-29559990-20151011002626

Back at the inn, Duraak was dictating a letter to the 3 who had left the inn. He and Ja'Keil would not be staying around for much longer. If there was a mass of Half-God hunters gathering, he needed to leave. This group of incompetant, bickering swines would only serve to slow him down. Give him a greater chance of getting caught. And the Dagon-Kin would most likely stab him in the back anyways.

Dear God-kin,

''I am sorry to inform you, but I have decided to take my leave from your party. You've all proven incompetant and will most likely be dead in a weeks time. With the threat of an all-out Half-God hunt on the horizon, I simply don't think it's in my best interests to accompany you any further. I will go, and seek out a much more formidable squadron in order to better prepare. Good luck in your search.''

 -Duraak

He folded the paper and placed it on the table, before grabbing another bottle and having one last drink before he would gather Ja'Keil and leave.