He waits just outside the cove and watches the crablike creature as it scuttles past him. He considers nudging it with his foot, but doesn't give into the urge. Who knows what kind of poison or other nonsense it might have? You never can tell in this place.

He doesn't mind the wet clothes that much, it's what he's used to after taking a dip. He does take the opportunity to take off his boots for a moment and dump the water out of them. He might as well. They'll dry fast enough, he just has to not get water trapped in dumb places.

"No, I tend to avoid getting drunk where possible. But being friends with a bartender's never a bad idea, nor is listening for stories or information. I've gotten a lot done with tavern-based information before..." Or well, an associate of his had, and passed on the information to him and another of the Scions.