Smiling, considering Raelyn's exact words, Djaar gives a small bow to Nashquiri and Raelyn both.
That is acceptable Raelyn, I'll hold you to it. Now if you will both excuse me, I'd like to settle my new room. I'll be in the meeting room in one moment.
Before the other two exit, Djaar begins stripping the sheets from the bed. Moving from space to space tidying, and removing any goblin filth. Once Raelyn and Nashquiri have gone, Djaar checks the two doors of his room, making sure the locks and hinges are in good condition.
Djaar sits on the bare bed after the room is to his liking, and takes five minutes to decide where to go from here.
He begins thinking, "I won't be going on another suicide mission, because I'm expendable. I'm no longer expendable, I matter. I can become great, no, I will become great. This is where I will start. The rest of the patrol I'm stuck with seems competent. I'm even starting to like the Raelyn fellow. Nashquiri though, has never looked at me the same since the warlock died next to me... That will change with time. The goblin tribe here will be a great start, I'll improve them, and they will willingly submit to our leadership. They must fear us as well. Balance..."
Djaar stands, heading down the secret corridor first, making sure it is clear of rubble or debris. Checking the door at the end, leaving it closed and unlocked. Exiting his room through the non-secret door, in order to make sure every access to his room was left open.
The newly confident drow cautiously walks into the meeting room. Hiding in the shadows and waiting for his Patrol.
[sblock=OOC]My personal comp needs a new recharge cord. I'll pick it up monday, and hopefully have Djaar fully updated with backstory before tuesday.
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