Des walked out of the tent sleepily and overheard a conversation about him. "Well, technically, he didn't sleep with me, I slept with him. He had no idea." Des walked over to the merchant feeling that something wasn't quite right about this one, "Your presence is dark and cold, evil even. Yet there is a fire that begs to be set free. You're the exact opposite of the gnome." He then noticed the hat wrapped around Arastoph's neck. "Hey, your hat matches the pattern of the loud, bickering lady. Are you two together?" Des then looked around for the oracle and spotted her on the ground. "There she is, that one."