Damian had hoped others would have come to him quickly, but alas, he was left sitting alone at his table with a large pitcher of alcohol and a whole roasted duck. He took a few sips of the alcohol and ate half the duck before Morgan had reawaken. As per usual, she began to irritate him with commands to speak to others, but by the time he finally decided to do as she said simply to silence her, the original party she mentioned had left. But still Morgan began to prod his mind, and all the while Damian struggled to keep his wits about himself. He left his table and began to walk around aimlessly before he spotted and elf drowning his sorrows away. He was as good as any, the demon figured, and walked over to the elf. Unbeknownst to the demon, there was an invisible little fairy speaking to the same elf. He could have detected the trace amount of magic from the fairy, had Damian not been preoccupied trying to silence Morgan with his single minded focus to speak to the elf. [b]"You there, elf. I take it you too are heading towards the Well of Wishes?"[/b]