[center][h1][color=#B4C1C9]Fyodor Strelnikov[/color][/h1][/center]

Fyodor found the understanding and the reminder that he wasn't alone in these habits to be reassuring. He shot an annoyed glance towards Jarret when the halfling made his comment, but quickly turned back to his wine when Ulgad ordered the drinks be finished up. Despite the order, Fyodor couldn't help drinking slower than he should have been. In his mind, a longer head start that the fanged drow had on the Bleakers would mean a lesser chance of them running into each other. A prospect Fyodor could definitely get behind. But since the order to finish drinks had been given, Fyodor knew he would need a reason for why he was still sipping. And so Fyodor asked Ulgad a question that had been on his mind ever since the gnoll announced his intention to join the expedition. [color=#B4C1C9]"What was it that got you interested in this task?"[/color] Fyodor asked Ulgad. [color=#B4C1C9]"You're not usually one for venturing out like this. What's changed your mind this time?"[/color]